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Her lips came to his. Her hands gripped his wrists, holding them at his head as her breasts brushed over his chest. Her nipples were like fiery brands, her lips as they sipped at his, nipped, laved them with lust, were extensions of the hunger raging between them.
Dawg’s cock was so hard, so fully engorged it was painful. Each brush of her nipples against his chest had him flexing, his body raging to take control of the sex play and to bury his dick as deep inside her as he could get.
“You’re riding the line, fancy-face,” he growled as her lips pulled back, the curtain of her hair embracing them in an intimate world all their own.
Crista felt Dawg’s wrists flex beneath her hand and glimpsed the powerful muscles of his biceps as they rippled.
“I’m not riding anything yet, Dawg,” she reminded him teasingly, her head lowering so her tongue could lick at the powerful cords of his neck.
Her hands smoothed along his arms as she braced herself on her knees on each side of a powerful thigh. His cock pressed against her hip, his hard chest stroked her nipples with each breath. And beneath the lace of her panties her pussy was creaming furiously.
“Keep it up, and you’re going to be riding more than you should be handling for another few hours,” he warned her tightly, his hips flexing beneath her, pushing his cock more firmly against her hip.
The heavy male thigh she straddled shifted as well, bringing a gasp to her lips and a surge of sensation to the swollen clit it pressed against.
“Other ways,” she whimpered. There were ways she was dying to try. Long-dreamed-of acts she needed to experience with him.
“Other ways. ” His voic
e was filled with challenge. “Better get started on those ‘other ways,’
fancy-face. I’m a dying man here. ”
He was sexy as hell, too. Stretched out on the overlarge picnic blanket, his eerie green eyes gleamed back at her from behind lowered lashes.
Crista lowered her head again, her lips and tongue finding a flat, hard, male nipple and working it in her mouth. A muted groan came from his chest. His arms moved as though to reach for her.
“Stay for me. ” She pressed his arms back to the checked cloth. “Just a little longer, Dawg. Let me have this. ”
She needed it. Needed him. Needed to taste and explore and fill her senses with him.
“Crista, sweetheart, you’re killing me here. ” He was breathing rough and heavy, but his arms stayed in place as her lips moved to the opposite nipple and tormented the pebble-hard flesh.
Giving it a final lick, she moved lower. Her hands stroked his heavy thighs, inside and out. Her lips kissed, her tongue licked a sensual, meandering path down his chest and firm abdomen.
Hard muscles flexed beneath her lips. His thighs bunched; the thickly crested head of his cock gleamed with moisture as her fingers finally gripped the stiff shaft.
Crista knelt between his thighs and stared up at his body, tracking the damp flesh and finally meeting his narrowed gaze.
“I get to have dessert first,” she said with a slow smile.
Her head lowered, her tongue licked over the straining crest, curling over it as a low, hungry growl rumbled in his throat.
“Sweet Crista,” he groaned. “That sweet little tongue is like fire. ”
Dawg’s hands knotted in the cloth beneath him. He was dying. Stretched out on a rack of sensation that had sweat building along his body and his balls tight with anticipation.
He watched as she smiled again. A drowsy, sexy little smile a second before her lips opened and she took the pounding head of his dick into her tight mouth, sucking it slow and easy. Her fingers caressed and stroked, tortured and tempted, until his hips were thrusting into her grip, fucking her lips as the heat built around them.
“Come here. ” He reached for her. He’d be damned if he would take the torment alone. “Turn around here, darlin’. ”
Her lips never left his cock. But her body turned and sweet, lace covered flesh came closer to his hungry lips. For the first time in his sexual life, Dawg found himself without patience, without careful deliberation.
One hand gripped her leg, lifting it over his head before both hands gripped her hips. Fingers gripped the lace and drew it slowly from the newly waxed flesh between her thighs. Dawg stared up at the bare folds, luscious pink and gleaming with her juices. Sweet, soft little droplets hugged her flesh and had him licking his lips in anticipation.
“Oh yeah. ” He sighed, pulling her closer. “Come here, baby, let me show you how good it can be now. ”
It was one of the sexiest things she had ever envisioned.
