Her eyes slid closed and she let herself become awash in sensation. He played with her nipples with his thumbs, the lace rasping over her skin and she gasped. Her heart raced, the blood flowing in her veins thick and sluggish and her panties dampened with her cream.
His right hand dropped away from her and went to the snap of her jeans, undoing it with quick finesse. The sound of the zipper ripped through the quiet afternoon stillness and then he was shoving at the waistband, pushing the denim down her body.
“Kick them off babe,” he encouraged, his head dipped, eyes focused entirely on her. On the skin he exposed, on the body she couldn’t wait for him to touch and explore.
She did, shoving them off to the side and she stood before him in just her bra and panties. The orange autumnal light from the descending sun shone through the window, casting them both in an ethereal glow and it almost didn’t feel real. Standing in this hotel room in the middle of New York City with the man she wanted more than anything in the world.
“Christ, you are so gorgeous.” He drew her to him carefully. His hands were gentle as they splayed across her back and she rested her hands on his chest. His racing heart beat an insistent, pounding rhythm beneath her palms.
Without a word, she tugged at his polo shirt, wanting it off so she could touch him. He released his hold on her and tore it off, then shucked his jeans so he too stood in front of her in just his underwear.
Navy blue boxers hugged his strong thighs and cupped his incredible erection. His skin shone with a faint sheen of perspiration and she longed to taste him. Lick a path from his neck, down his entire body.
She dropped to her knees and pressed a kiss to his navel and his skin quivered beneath her lips. With a smile, she licked him, his rock hard stomach, then atop the waistband of his briefs. His skin tasted salty, musky, just like Justin and she savored it, letting his essence settle upon her tongue.
Her name dropped from his lips like a protest but she ignored him, intent on her journey. His cock jutted against her chest, eager to escape its confines and she bent lower, raining kisses along his muscular thighs.
Stephanie wanted it as bad as he did but enjoyed the tease, the prolonging of the moment. She craved his cock. She couldn’t wait to wrap her lips around him and take him deep but she wanted him beyond ready for it.
Begging for it.
As if reading her thoughts he called her name again, a little harsher this time, his voice like an animal growl. She glanced up with an innocent expression, batting her eyes as if she didn’t have a care in the world.
“Fuck, Stephanie, you’re making me crazy.”
She smiled, feeling a little bad and a lot naughty. “Just relax.”
But he couldn’t relax. He was too keyed up, too anxious for her touch. And she didn’t disappoint, didn’t want to keep him waiting any longer. She tugged at the waistband of his boxer briefs, drew them down his thighs so his cock bobbed free, thick and hard. He helped her discard of his underwear as he kicked them over where her jeans lay and then he was gloriously naked. All hers to do with as she pleased.
And she pleased to please him.
“Mmm.” The little murmur of satisfaction rumbled throughout her body and she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, marveling yet again at his thickness. He was so big, so beautiful and she never thought a cock beautiful before.
But his was. It was like a work of art and she couldn’t wait to take a taste, savor his essence, lick his hard, velvety flesh.
She dabbed at the pearly drop of liquid in the slit of his cock with the tip of her tongue, lapping it up so the salty essence dissolved slowly on her tongue. He groaned, sounding as if he were about to lose all control and she licked again, digging her tongue into the tiny slit.
“Fuck babe that feels good,” he muttered from between clenched teeth.
Adjusting her knees, she circled her tongue around the bulbous head, slow and sure, tracing every delectable inch. He shuddered and she swore his cock grew even more in her hand. When she licked again, his head fell back, the corded muscles in his neck standing out in stark relief.
She’d wanted to drive him crazy and she was doing a good job of driving the both of them mad. Wanting nothing more than to go at it on his cock she took her time, her hand stroking the base of him, her tongue playing the tip of him. His velvety hot skin stretched over hard flesh was a delightful contrast, one she knew she would never tire of.
Oh God, she wanted to make this good for him, wanted to give to him, show him how much he meant to her. She’d almost blown it completely. She’d been so stupid the last time they’d spoke in person and she didn’t want him to remember that. More than anything, she wanted to wipe that painful image from his memory for him to never revisit again.
Murmuring hot, sexy words against his cock, she drew him into her mouth, sucking lightly, her tongue laving him. His fingers threaded through her hair, pushing it back so he could watch and her pussy clenched at his touch.
“Yeah babe, just like that,” he encouraged, his voice dark and oh, so sexy. “Take me deeper.”
She did as he requested, sliding him in as far as he could go before drawing him back out. His cock glistened from her mouth, the full length of him thick and wet and hard as a rock and she bobbed on him, upping her rhythm.
His breathing increased, harsh and loud in the quiet of the room and she released him, her mouth going to his heavy balls. She tongued them, laved the wrinkly skin before drawing one into her mouth and he shuddered with a loud curse.
Smiling, she went back to his cock, more insistent now that she had an age
nda. She wanted to make him come like never before. Wanted to feel the silky hot blast of his semen shoot down her throat as she milked him with her lips.
His fingers tightened in her hair as he fucked her mouth, hurting her scalp but she relished the pain. It made her feel alive, much like the man made her feel and she gripped him tight in her hand, sucked him deep in her mouth, lashing at him with her tongue.