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“Don’t stop!” Her cry was a broken plea as his fingers slid from the aching center of her body.
“Just for a bit, darlin’,” he swore, his voice rough.
A second later she was in his arms, a step later and they were in her bed.
Rising to her knees, she met him as he came to her. Her arms wrapped around his neck as her lips met his. Lips and tongues battled, dueled as he pushed her back to the mattress. Pulling her thighs apart, he slid effortlessly between them, tore his lips from hers, and let them roam her body.
“Not like this.” She pushed against his shoulders, fought for supremacy.
His laughter was like a balm to the ragged edges of pain inside her. There was joy in the sound, playfulness. There was a willingness to tease, to tempt, not just to conquer.
Before she could process the sudden change in position he was on his back, his head moving between her spread thighs.
Bailey froze at the first stroke of his tongue through the swollen folds of her pussy. It flickered and probed, caressed and stroked, each lick light and easy, teasing and tempting as she braced her hands on his abs and fought to breathe.
Rising beneath her was the heavy length of his cock. The flushed, engorged crest throbbed, spilling a minute amount of pearly moisture that tempted her tongue.
She could barely think for the pleasure centered between her thighs. She could do nothing but feel, but ache for more.
Her head lowered, her hands wrapped around the base of the engorged shaft as instinct and hunger took over. Her tongue swiped over the head of the shaft, and Bailey began to give as good as she could get.
She filled her mouth with the heated width of the head of his cock, sucked it in, and laved it with her tongue.
John felt the first spear of sensation as her tongue swiped over his cock. Gripping her thighs and holding her to him, he speared his tongue inside the slick opening of her core, hoping to distract her. Hell, he should have remembered just how bold and adventurous Bailey could get.
But he’d never seen her adventurous in bed. That one night, a few fragile hours hadn’t been near enough to know what she could deliver, even as she received.
And God help him now, but his Bailey was sure as hell delivering. It was all he could do to keep his head together, to keep his senses intact enough to pleasure her as she pleasured him.
He ran his tongue through the wet folds of her pussy, tasting the sweet syrup of desire, feeling the heat and need in every clench of tender tissue as he pushed his tongue inside her.
The taste of her intoxicated him, the touch of her, her touching him, him touching her—it was like a high no drug could deliver, no amount of alcohol could provide.
He flicked his tongue over her clit and fought to control his spinning senses as her mouth worked over the head of his cock. She was sucking at him with sensual delight, each caress of her mouth a testament to the pleasure he was giving her as well.
Her fingers were caressing the base, then his balls. She weighed the heavy sac, then moaned around the thick crest as he licked inside her once again.
Sweet Lord, she was making him insane. His hips arched involuntarily, giving her more, filling her mouth until she was forced to draw back just a bit.
John could feel the sweat gathering along his body. The heat building inside him as he fought to hold back his release. He wanted to explode deep inside her. He wanted to feel her sweet pussy clenching around him, drawing him in, holding him inside her delicate little body.
He hadn’t realized how he’d missed her. Her touch, her kiss, all the sweet little tidbits that made up the woman. The way her hands stroked over his flesh, as though the touch of him was all that mattered to her.
As though touching her was all that mattered to him.
His hands stroked over her thighs, her rear. He let his nails rasp against her flesh and felt the betraying little shiver of need it invoked as she moaned around the cock filling her mouth.
Each deep draw of her sweet lips, the suckling against the erect head was like shards of ecstasy raking through his cock. Blistering heat wrapped around him until John felt his body was close to exploding, disintegrating into fragments from the pleasure of her touch.
Cupping his hands over the curves of her rear, he brought her closer, licked around her swollen clit, sucked it into his mouth.
Distracting her from the deep, destructive suckling of his cock was becoming a priority. He was going to come in her mouth, and that he didn’t want. Not yet. Not this time.
Drawing the swollen bud against his tongue, he licked against it, rubbed it, felt it pulse and throb against him as she began to stiffen, her body tensing with the sensations clamoring through her.
Moving one hand lower, his fingers found the delicate little opening to her pussy. Sliding in slow and easy, John worked two fingers into the clenched tissue, feeling it flutter against him as her orgasm began to build inside her.
But that wicked mouth didn’t stop, didn’t pause. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, her moans vibrated against it.
