that soft and velvety.
“You may grasp it if you wish.”
Elizabeth glanced up at Jared. He reclined back on a pillow watching her study his body. He didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed or uncomfortable, so she did as he suggested and wrapped her hand around his cock. Her fingers barely touched and she rubbed up and down the length of him.
Jared moaned.
He must like it. Then again, the movement was no different than the action he used inside of her. Would he burst if she continued? She would love to give him pleasure.
Elizabeth continued the motion and occasionally skimmed over the tip. His hands were fisted around blankets so hard his knuckles turning white. If she were hurting him, wouldn’t he tell her?
A bit of moisture pooled out at the tip and she smoothed it across the top with her thumb. Again he moaned and his breath became shallow and short. Elizabeth recognized these sounds and knew she was bringing him pleasure.
Jared turned to face her, but Elizabeth didn’t let go and continued what she was doing. He brought his hand up to her breast, molded it and brushed a thumb over her nipple before he pinched it. His fingers trailed down her side, over her hip, across her buttocks than forward to her curls. He slipped his fingers between her legs and found the pleasure point he so expertly brought to life earlier. It already pulsated, eager for his touch. She grew damp and her womanhood ached to be filled by him. It was certainly possible given his current state. Would he take her again?
Jared dipped and brought her juices forward, massaging them around that spot sending jolts of pleasure to her womb. The waves inside increased and she knew what was coming. Oh goodness, she couldn’t concentrate when he touched her like this. Over and over he rubbed and her hand fell away from his cock. She couldn’t do that when he was doing this.
Elizabeth rolled on her back, legs falling open and she moved against his hand, tensing until that incredible pressure burst inside once again and she was crying out. Jared didn’t give her a moment to recover this time but was over her, probed, entering her in one quick thrust, filling her completely. She rose to meet him. He kept a slow, steady pace, drawing out their lovemaking. She looked up and met his eyes. He never broke contact and kept her mesmerized as he plunged in and out, slow and steady. Pressure inside began to build but she didn’t want it to happen yet. Not at this very dear moment. They were one. Connected in body and in mind. Or so it seemed as he continued to look at her.
His tempo increased and he thickened even more and she didn’t think it was possible he could do that. He rubbed the right place and Elizabeth went soaring, arching her back, welcoming him deep inside as he reached his peek, filling her completely with his seed. When he collapsed Jared kissed her. It was the most soul searing kiss of her life. Lips melded, his breath mingled with hers, the way she always imagined a sensitive lover would kiss.
* * *
Jared settled once again with his arm around Elizabeth and her head on his chest. She was quiet, very quiet. Soon her body grew heavy against him, her breath even against his skin. Elizabeth slept.
He had slept earlier but woke the moment she pulled away from his arms. When he realized what she was about it took every bit of his control to lie still, keep his breathing even while she explored. He couldn’t control himself enough not to become hard with her obvious interest. Especially when she moved down the bed and her mouth was so close. Maybe one day Elizabeth would taste him. He certainly intended to do the same to her again. Probably in the near future.
When she touched him it was pure magic. He had dreamed of her hands on him, caressing, loving him, and it was better than any fantasy he could conjure. When she came,
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