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“You’re killing me, darlin’,” he groaned, his gaze a hot licking incentive to continue.
She shrugged her other strap down, keeping her expression as innocent as possible. “And here I thought I was teasing you.”
Her camisole hung on the tips of her breasts. The slightest movement on her part would have it tumbling down. Asa licked his lips.
“You admitting it?”
She raised her eyebrows, turned her back to him, and threw a coquettish smile over her shoulder. “Yes.”
The camisole slid to her waist.
His “Son of a bitch,” slid just as softly into the sudden silence.
She smiled when it reached her. She raised her arms and lifted her hair off her back, holding it high, feeling wickedly powerful as she heard his breath catch and a floorboard creak beneath his foot. Slowly, little by little, she let the silky strands drift through her fingers to slide over her back, falling below her buttocks and once more shielding her curves.
She reached for the sash of her skirt. She knew Asa couldn’t see what she was doing, yet she knew he was hoping. She took her time undoing the button beneath, gauging the proper time to release it from the hard rasp of his breathing. When she deemed him sufficiently eager, Elizabeth untied the tabs to her petticoats, and pushed skirt and all to the floor.
Glancing over her shoulder, she stepped out of the pile. He was a feast for the eyes where he stood in the middle of the room, his face hard, eyes dark, his fists clenched at his sides as if to keep from grabbing her. His skin glistened with a sheen of perspiration. The soft glow of the lamp threw into sharp relief the angles and hollows of his lean, well-muscled body. Between his legs, his cock surged hard and solid. Straining. For her. She blew it a kiss before turning away and bending over at the waist on the pretext of untying her shoes. Her hair fell in a curtain around her, blocking out the light, but nothing could block out the sound of Asa’s sharp curse and rapid approach. She giggled as his arm wrapped around her waist and he tossed her face down on the bed.
“Think it’s funny to tease your husband, do you?” he growled in her ear, his body covering hers, his hard chest pressing her torso into the mattress.
She wiggled lower in his grip until the side of her hip connected with his cock. The tip was hard and damp. For her. Anticipation shivered down her spine. “Yes.”
The mattress sagged as he moved completely over her, his elbows braced on either side of her head, his strong thighs bracketing her softer ones, as his cock nestled its length along the crease of her ass. He slid her hair off the side of her neck and whispered in her ear, “Little girls who play with fire sometimes get burned.”
She arched her neck so his lips found the spot behind her ear that she liked. “Lucky for you, I’m not a little girl.” He sucked the flesh into his mouth before releasing it with a little popping sound. She felt it all the way to her pussy, which clenched and spilled in response. She had to catch her breath before she could finish, “And I like it when you get hot.”
To prove her point, she used the little leverage she had to wiggle her ass against his cock.
His breath puffed against her neck. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see his fist clench in the brightly patterned quilt.
“Very lucky me,” he agreed. Cool air wafted over her back as he drew away.
Her protest died in her throat as he bent his knees. He dipped the head of his cock in her slick juices, and then slid it easily over her pussy lips, nudged into the valley of her vagina before sliding firm and thick back up between her buttocks. As the velvety head caught on the puckered opening to her anus, a bolt of sensation, dark and foreign, shot up her spine. Convulsively, she pushed back, seeking more.
But he was already back at her pussy, retracing his steps, gliding over familiar territory. When he got near her rear, she tensed, wondering, anticipating. This time, when he reached her anus, he paused, lingered, and then slowly, almost delicately, aligned the broad head with the sensitive opening. And pressed.
“Oh my God.” It was like nothing she’d ever felt before. Hot. Forbidden. Intensely erotic, it shot through her inhibitions and awakened something wild and dark into life.
Above, Asa froze. “You like that?”
She didn’t know how to answer. He flexed against her and she didn’t need to, her helpless moan and shifting hips spoke volumes.
He pressed harder against her as he leaned across the bed. She arched back against the pressure, wanting more, the bite of pain as his ungreased cock started to win the battle with the tight ring of muscle, only served to make her ache with a mindless need to be taken. Deep and hard. She didn’t understand it, but she was helpless against the carnal need to have his cock buried in her ass.
