“If that’s the name of the brand, I’m their biggest fan.”
I push her against the wall, and don’t just fill my hands with her heavy breasts—I claim them. My fingers dig into the soft mounds with a firm, possessive squeeze that makes her gasp. I remember the perfect weight of them and this part… my thumbs rake over nipples that are already dark, straining points.
“They’re so sensitive,” I murmur, adding a little more pressure, pinching them between my fingers.
“Harder,” she moans.
The raw need in her voice scorches my veins. This is her language. The rough breast play that I only got to sample last time. I gladly oblige, using the edge of my teeth to scrape over one hard tip through the thin material. The sharp dart of pain sends her fingers into my hair. I soothe the sting with my tongue, watching it poke against the damp spot.
“Take it off.”
She reaches behind her to undo the clasp and lets the bra drop. I can’t stop staring at her, flushed and gorgeous, glistening under the light. I cup the back of her neck and pull her in for a long, deep kiss. Her tongue swirls against mine, then shesucks my bottom lip before sliding her mouth down my jawline, my neck, nipping my pec, and moving lower. Her lips trace my stomach as she works open my fly. Then stealing my breath, she sinks to her knees and takes the head of my dick into her mouth.
“Fuck…” I tug the tie out of her hair and plunge my hand into the mass of curls. It’s erotic as hell, her going down on me—the hot suction of her mouth, the tease of her tongue. The way her cheeks hollow, and the sounds she makes when I pull her hair tighter.
I flatten my other palm against the wall, bracing myself as I fuck into her mouth. She moans with each thrust, her nails digging into my straining thighs, her head bobbing faster, stroking my body into a firestorm.
Tension builds along my spine, the roll of release building too fast. When she swallows me deep enough for me to feel the reflexive gag at the back of her throat, that does it. I won’t last another second. I pull her off with a wet pop and bring Luna to her feet.
She licks her lips like a little minx, fraying the thin line of my restraint. “I wanted you to come down my throat.”
Jesus Christ. This woman is trying to end me.
“I was about to,” I rasp, kissing her again, tasting myself on her tongue. “But then I’d be out for the count, and I want to be inside you when I come.”
“That works for me.” She grins, wrapping her hand around my shaft. “You’re more than enough, but are toys okay?”
I breathe through the squeeze of her fist. “I’m down for anything that gives you pleasure.”
“Good.” She nips my chin before wiggling away to grab a velvet pouch from her bag. She pulls out a tube of lubricant and a silicone vibrator with two beads. “I want you to fill me with your dick while these are inside me.”
A fresh surge of heat makes me throb. I take the beads from her, feeling their rounded weight and smoothness. “Get on the bed.”
I watch her crawl onto the purple linen. The sight of her on all fours, her dimpled ass framed by the string of her thong, is a test of my sanity. I set my glasses on the side table—I don’t need them for close-up, and that’s where I plan to be.
Leaning over, I nibble a soft cheek. Soft little pulls.
“Yes,” she moans, bringing out my baser instincts.
I squeeze the flesh and sink my teeth in for a deeper bite.
“DK,” she shrieks and bucks into my touch. I calm the skin with my lips and push the swatch of her thong aside, pressing my mouth to her core. She’s dripping.
I lick her from behind, sliding my tongue in and out of her. She creams harder, her ass riding my face, her pussy riding my tongue. Feeling her close, I pull out, rid her of her panties, and lift the beads off the bed. She’s slick and ready, but I still add a drop of lube over the widest bead. I turn it on to a low, deep thrum and test the setting against her entrance.
“How’s that, Luna?”
“Soo good,” she moans, her head falling back.
I slowly insert the first weighted bead.
“Oh, God, DK.” She claws at the linen.
When they’re all the way in except for the retrieval cord, I strip off my clothes and move back to the bed with a condom.
“Turn over.” I want to see her face.
She rolls onto her back, stretching out on the bed with her legs parted, and props herself up on her elbows to watch me. She looks like a Nubian goddess. Her hair a tangled halo of curls, her eyes glazed with arousal. A lazy grin curves up her gorgeous mouth as the beads buzz inside her.
