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Kisses. Licks. Small bites.
Each and every one caressed, melted, and aroused her until she moaned.
“Yes.”
He applied light feather strokes over her belly, her breasts, neck and shoulders. With each soft brush, her skin came alive. Her body buzzed and heated, singed with need and lust. She wanted his fingers everywhere.
Her back arched when he tugged a nipple into his mouth.
“I hope this pleases you, Ms. Moore.”
A low, guttural hiss escaped. “Lynae. My name is Lynae.”
“Umm…delicious.” He kissed her chin, the tip of her nose. “Lovely. Just like your name.”
She hadn’t even realized he wasn’t on the bed anymore as he moved around her. Inch by slow, agonizing inch, he removed the sheet from the lower half of her body. In a soft whoosh, it hit the floor, and he began to remove his pants.
O.M.G.
If she thought the top half of his body was magnificent, the lower half exceeded those expectations and then some. He was long and thick, and the fat head held a small drip of pre-cum. He was just as turned on as she was. Thank goodness she wasn’t alone. On each side of the table, he lifted an attachment about five inches wide, putting more room on the bench…for both of them?
At the foot, he took one ankle, raised it, and began to apply kisses from her instep to her knee.
Her toes curled. Literally. She couldn’t help it.
Foreplay had never felt so good. Because that was what it was. Foreplay. Jared had massaged and aroused every centimeter of her body until there was nothing left but lust and need.
He took the other leg and did the same before crawling up onto the bed between her legs.
“You taste like honey and sunshine,” he said, placing a kiss on her right thigh.
But he wasn’t done yet.
He massaged each leg, one at a time, using long, upward sweeping strokes from her ankle, to her inner thigh to her hip and then back down to her feet. The caresses varied from soft to deep pressure and back again to the point that each and every stroke filled her with erotic sensation.
What nearly had her begging him to come inside her was when he took each of his hands and, with his fingers facing inward, swept both up her legs to over the thighs, around the hips to the back of her thighs—and as he did so, the edges of his fingertips slid along her pussy. He repeated the stroke several times until the only thing she could do was whimper.
Resting his palms over her knees, his digits on the inner side of her thigh, he caressed firmly up the insides of her thighs to her pussy, drawing his fingers up and around her pussy, but not quite touching, encircling it until they rested under her buttocks, where he lifted her.
“I…I can’t take this anymore. Please…please.”
“Taste you?” he whispered.
“Yes…please yes.”
And he did. A slow, sweeping lick between the folds of her lips, and she screamed. He anchored the palms of his hands under her and meticulously, sensuously devoured her. She bucked and gripped the sheet on the table, unable to contain the groans coming from her throat.
It was everything and more. His hot, hungry mouth milked her until her body trembled and her pussy wept. Each pull of his mouth, each tug on her clit, wrenched more need out of her. Never in her life had she experienced anything so desperately complete.
How would any man be able to compare after this?
“What else do you want, Lynae?” Jared seared her clit into his mouth and sucked.
“You. Anything. All of it,” she cried out. “Just don’t stop.”
One digit slid between her folds.
Heaven help her, she wanted more. The one finger wasn’t enough. She needed bigger, deeper, him.
