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“You can be anything you want. Just be naked for me.”
His eyebrows lowered in a mock frown. “I think I’m doing a lot of stripping. Meanwhile, I haven’t enjoyed any good views.” He reached out with a forefinger and managed to tap the midsection of her bra through her coat and blouse. “Off, please.”
“So polite.”
Torrian tugged her back to her feet, and she tumbled into his arms, thinking she might like to stay there a long while. Rather she moved away and unbuttoned her coat. Torrian’s gaze narrowed as she revealed her blouse. The thin, white material fluttered to the couch, to be followed by a camisole. Now she stood like him, naked from the waist up except for her bra.
Torrian wasn’t going for it. He waggled a finger, and she chuckled. Her breasts were small. She wasn’t ashamed of them even if she wished they were bigger. They weren’t perky the way they’d been in her twenties, but whatever. The bra joined the blouse, and she put her hands on her hips. Torrian’s eyes widened.
“So they’re bigger?” he said in wonder.
She peered down at the plum to small orange sized boobs. “Huh?”
“Your nipples. Damn!”
He stared, mouth agape. His hands came in as if in slow motion, and pleasure suffused her. She stepped forward to let him palm her breasts, and arrows of delight shot straight to her pussy as his thumbs plucked at her nipples.
“Torrian.”
He groaned and dragged her closer. Lips encircled one nipple, and he pulled on it then teased the tip with his tongue. She gasped, struggling to stay upright. Torrian sealed her to him, licking and sucking at her breast, from the soft swell at the sides, to the stiff peak. She yelped when he grabbed her by the waist, raised her off her feet, and set her quickly down on the couch. She lay on her back, and he hovered above her before diving down to attack her breasts again. From one to the other, he laved and squeezed, stroked and nuzzled. She cried out his name as her desire rose higher and higher.
Torrian was like a man possessed who didn’t ever want to stop. He brought his torso down to pin her hips to the couch. The push against her pussy with her legs spread drove her wild. She humped against him, thrashing to be penetrated.
“Torrian, there’s more to me,” she encouraged him. He raised his head, eyes feverish with lust.
While he sat up, she unbuttoned her slacks and lowered the zipper. He brushed her hands aside and separated the two sides to reveal her panties. At first he just looked, his palms flat on her belly, and then he jerked back to drag her pants down her legs. They landed in a heap on the floor, and he pressed his nose to her mound, breathing deep through her panties.
“They’re wet,” he whispered.
She shivered.
“Right here.” A finger skated the outline of her slit, and she swallowed. Torrian nipped aside the material without taking her panties off to reveal her pussy. He said nothing, but the next instant, he began eating her out. She had to stuff a fist into her mouth to keep from screaming. Glenda really would have a story to tell the neighborhood.
Torrian thrust her panties farther aside and shoved his tongue between her folds. Her hips came up off the couch. His moans, the sounds of her cream being eaten, together drove her insane. She squirmed and begged, not even sure what she was asking for. He didn’t let up but squeezed her thighs, holding her in place. His nose kept bumping her clit, and while he did that, she teetered on the edge of an orgasm. She could handle it, enjoy herself a little longer.
Her lover must have sensed her crazy thinking because he drew back, curled fingers into the waistband of her panties and drew them downward. He flattened a palm across her mound and thumbed her folds apart. When his mouth descended on her clit, she was gone. One single shriek, and an orgasm hit so hard she lost sense of time.
Jaz opened her eyes after the climax to find Torrian had stood to remove the rest of his clothing. She started to pull off her panties, but he motioned for her to leave them. He removed his shoes and socks and dropped his boxers. Her first glimpse of his cock impressed her. Just a bit longer than average, he was yummy thick. Expert fingers retrieved a condom from his wallet and popped it into place. She raised her knees as he climbed back on the couch, and rather than remove her panties, he nabbed them to the side again. The man must get off on a woman still wearing clothes when he took her.
Jaz’s heart raced from the first pressure of his cock tip. He stretched her to fit his width, but it didn’t hurt. She let him sink inch by wonderful inch into her pussy, calling out his name. Torrian rocked his hips so that his cock slid out, then forward to drive deep into her pussy. She met each thrust, rising up off the couch as much as she could, but he grasped her legs to tuck her feet against his ass.
“Let me in as far as I can go,” he begged and pumped hard. She dug her nails into his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed her ass. A thrust upward brought her pelvis to him, and then he plunged down. His weight crushed her into the chair cushions, and a shudder of pleasure took her.
“Yes, yes,” she shouted.
Torrian reached above her head and grabbed hold of the couch’s arm. He drove into her over and over, another orgasm began to take hold. Just as it hit, Torrian grunted, stiffened, and held himself inside her. As her core muscles contracted, her lover gasped and dropped his forehead against the cushions. They came together, shaking in powerful bliss.
Torrian sat up and removed the condom. “Trash?” he asked.
She pointed. While he was in the kitchen, she thought of the dishes she had left in the sink from the morning and dismissed them. That was the best sex she’d had since before Allen. She climbed off the couch and removed her soaked panties, then gathered her clothes to carry to the bedroom. She started when Torrian spoke behind her.
“Mind if I clean my mouth a bit?” he asked.
She glanced over her shoulder and found his gaze locked on her ass. Yeah, that was her best asset, a big butt. She grinned. “Sure. The bathroom’s over there.”
Jaz hesitated by the bed. She wondered if he’d like more. She knew she would, a lot more, in different positions. Being multiorgasmic like any woman, she loved sex and didn’t deny herself. She encouraged her lovers to satisfy her and did all she could to please them.
Torrian returned from the bathroom to stand in front of her. He raised her chin and kissed her lips, tasting of mint. “I wanted more of this,” he said. His hand slid down to her ass, and he squeezed. “More of this, too. Are you game?”
