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Teasing, deliberately seductive, the tip of his tongue eased up the narrow slit as his thick, heavy lashes lifted to stare back at her.
Deliberately, with teasing, provocative licks, suckling kisses, and flickering strokes of his tongue, he began to make her insane with the lust beginning to pound through her. Heat flushed, sweat dampening her flesh and making her whole body slick.
She couldn’t help but stare back at him, locked by the dark arousal in his eyes, suspended within the swirling, nearing ecstasy he was creating.
It was exquisite.
It was so incredibly ecstatic she could barely breathe.
Fingers of powerful sensual heat raced around the swollen bud of her clit as he bestowed one of the hot suckling kisses to the sensitive nerve center.
A moan whispered from her lips as sensation clenched her pussy with rapid-fire pulses of agonizing pleasure sizzling through her senses. Her hips jerked with involuntary movements, the need racing through her, demanding she get closer.
“Casey.” She moaned his name as she felt the edge of orgasm nearing. “Oh God, Casey. It’s so good. So good and so hot.”
She felt as though she were burning inside and out. The flames whipped over her body, searing through her flesh straight to her womb.
Her thighs tightened at his shoulders as she slid her hands from the mattress where she clutched the sheets to the heavy silk of his hair. Threading her fingers through the strands, Sheila gripped at it in desperation.
She loved his hair.
It was like silk, heated and soft to the touch.
She loved his tongue.
It rolled over her clit, licked along the slit of her pussy, fucked inside the tight clenching muscles and had her begging for release.
She loved his touch.
She loved, loved the way he made her feel. The sensuality, the intense attention he paid to ensuring her pleasure.
“Casey!” she cried out as the pleasure built, sensation washing through her as it began to tingle over her entire body.
Her nipples swelled tighter, becoming so sensitive that she slid one hand from his hair to use her fingers to ease the need for touch against them. Gripping, tugging at the thick strands, Sheila fought to ease the need for sensation that throbbed in them.
It wasn’t enough.
It was never enough.
She couldn’t get enough of each caress. She couldn’t get enough sensation or ease the needs tearing through her.
The need for him, for every touch, for a deeper pleasure, for that something that drove her insane every time Casey touched her. Every time she even thought of him taking her. Moaning, she moved her fingers to the opposite nipple, desperate for the sensation that would push her over the edge of release.
His hands followed hers, both breasts, both nipples tightening in agony for that “sensual” touch. That sensation only came for the briefest moment, for such a shatteringly short amount of time, yet for that moment, for that flash of eternity, she was complete.
She was pure energy, pure power, and Casey was there with her, not just inside her. Not just bringing her pleasure, but bringing her such a sense of completion that she felt lost within it.
She reached for it again, desperately seeking it, willing to run headlong into complete chaos for it. Nothing else mattered.
She was becoming an addict and she freely admitted it.
Casey’s addict. And she feared she could end up living only for these few precious moments.
“Please!” A broken cry left her throat, flowing around her as she lifted her hips, writhed beneath his kiss, his licks, against every luscious stroke of burgeoning ecstasy bestowed upon her.
His fingers played with her nipples, gripping and tugging, sensitizing them further when she hadn’t believed they could become more sensitive. Sending pleasure streaking through them, tearing along neural pathways she had never felt before.
Casey’s touch.
