He rested his forehead against hers. “I know, baby.”
He captured her lips in his again, delving his tongue into her mouth. He intensified the contact, and she squirmed into him, her bra and panties rubbing against his bare chest and jeans. His cock strained against his pants, the craving surprising even himself. His body responded to her like it hadn’t screwed in decades, each time hungrier and more ready.
She reached for the back of her bra and unclasped it, her eyes on his. When she slid the beige underwear off her arms, he sucked in his breath. Damn it, she’s stunning.
She ran her hand from her neck to her chest, touching her tits. She made a circling pattern around her aureoles, showing him the goods. “Like what you see?”
He nodded.
She slid her hand to the hem of her panties, and pulled them down just enough to flash her pelvic bones. “Think you can handle me while you’re in Suarez? Am I not too much for you?” she said, a touch of mischief in her voice. “I’d hate to distract you from all the remodeling you’ve got planned.”
He narrowed the gap between them, inching closer, aroused as fuck. Then, he slid a couple of fingers into her underwear, watching her respond to him. Closely.
Her lips opened in an “o”, her eyelashes sweeping over her eyes. Swiftly, he flicked her clit with light touches, teasing the bud, as she bucked into his hand. She parted her thighs, and he took advantage and furthered his exploration, slipping into her drenched folds.
“I’m so hot for you,” she moaned.
He thrust his finger deeper into her, then withdrew it immediately. Her head bobbed, her pupils dilated, glossy with arousal. “I know you are. I can taste it.” He took his finger, nicely coated with her delicious pearly essence, into his mouth.
She stared at him, somewhat fascinated. He outlined her lips with the same fingers, in a silent bonding pact. She sucked his finger into her mouth, at the same time she lowered her hand down his body, squeezing it into his jeans without bothering to open the fly.
When she touched his rod, he groaned. Because of the tightness of the jeans and his cock, she couldn’t move her hand as freely as he would have liked. The simple act of placing it over his meat caused his blood pressure to skyrocket, sending his desire into overdrive. Every part of him throbbed with awareness, wanting more.
“Your pussy, mouth or ass? Where do you want me?” he asked, barely able to form sentences.
She glanced at him, tilting her head to one side as if she pondered his question. “Pussy,” she said at last.
Pussy it is.“Perfect.” He clasped her elbow, and led her to the formal dining area, where he bent her over the old, wooden round table. He nudged her legs apart with his own, and she acquiesced, lifting her butt.
Vincent took in the delicious sight in front of him… Natalie, wearing only her underwear, yearning for him. When he pulled down her panties, they slid off her velvety skin, and he caught a whiff of her addictive aroused female scent. He made his way up again, and couldn’t resist her large, dimpled ass.
Excited, he took a bite of her plump flesh, and she gasped, squirming.
“I-I said no ass today,” she said, her voice shaky.
“Not today,” he repeated to himself rather than to her. Hell, he’d give a body part to be able to slam into her naughty hole, but he’d wait. Give her more time to get used to him and his size. “Doesn’t mean we can’t mess around a bit,” he said, and kneaded her cheeks.
She moaned at first, then something must have occurred to her because she clenched her butt.
He stood upright, sighing. Why was she scared? He wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want. He kissed the top of her head, and gave a beat or two until she softened against him, the tension from her back gone.
Good. He wanted her soft and warm and willing and lovely.
He’d ask her later why she tensed up at the idea of receiving some good ol’ butt love. Now, he’d enjoy the sensations building in his body. Sensations only she evoked at such a high level. Sensations he needed to sate before the end of his stay in Suarez, Texas. For his good and hers.