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She came closer. Her hand rubbed along the cock, stroking it in an intimate and sensual way. The sight brought him to the brink of orgasm.
Alan was wild about her, but he knew she was right - there was something missing in their sex life and that was partly his fault. If he could only get up the courage to tell her what he really wanted… Jill's voice snapped him back to reality.
Jill stopped walking and stared in the shop window. A mannequin was wearing a leather strap on harness with a bright purple dildo attached.
Dear Jesus. It was like someone had reached right into his head and pulled out his fantasy. His mouth hung open. Jill, her eyes peering at his reflection, tilted her head in a gesture that he knew meant she was considering something. “That’s kind of sexy.”
Heat brushed the tips of his ears.
The feeling of the dildo deep in his ass was beyond anything he could have ever imagined. Sweat hug from his hairline, dripped onto the pillows. His cock throbbed and heated beneath his fingers. She went deeper yet. His toes curled with pleasure and he bit at the pillows…
He shivered, whispering "Sekhmet". The name described all she was: his love, his goddess, his warrior woman.
“Chephren?” she asked, studying his face, her eyes liquid black and curious. He shivered as his name spilled from her lips, coloring the word with everything he was and wanted to be. He heard hints of every night he had spent tangled together with her in that simple word, a name that had meant nothing until she had spoken it.
He nibbled, feeling her body arch underneath him, pressing her skin against his. Reverently, he began to untie her linen dress, finding new skin to worship under every fold of white cloth. She cried under his mouth, writhing in synch with the movement of his lips.
When she lay naked before him, his whole body ached to merge with hers and shook with the need to be closer. Chephren pressed his lips to her nipple, running his tongue over the tiny peak. Her body shivered in delight.
He kissed his way down her body, lingering over her hips, his hands following. He heard her cry out as he bit down on the inside of her thigh, and the noise drove his lust. His erection swelled, his need for her becoming more painful by the minute. He knew the only cure was to plunge inside of her over and over again until his passion was spent.
But not yet.
He was going to savour each and every inch of her. The thought sent little flashes of heat along her nerve endings.
People drifted along the streets of New York, their faces impassive, phones to their ears or the buds of their headphones snugly tucked into their ears. Ignoring the massive amounts of people around was an art in the city, and one most people perfected quickly out of a sense of self-preservation.
That was what Lillian Mills was thinking as she strolled toward the massive bookstore on Third. That being ignored and ignoring people was some kind of defense system against the utter magnitude of people.
It was no wonder getting a date was so damn hard. Never mind that fifty-five was hardly the optimal time to start dating again…
His fingers and tongue worked harder and faster. Her belly quivered as friction and heat combined and her eyes closed while her toes, pointed toward the ceiling, began to flex and curl.
“Oh my God that feels so good,” she whimpered.
“You taste good. So very delicious.” His tongue swiped at her clit again and another moan broke from her mouth. It was all happening so fast. She was already on the verge of an orgasm and she wanted to wait; wanted to make it last but she was so close - too close - and with every touch she drew even closer to that edge.
"I want to know what it feels like to have you feed from me¦while you're deep inside me." I don't know where the words came from¦
…He was breathtaking. He stood well over six feet tall, with strong, wide shoulders and narrow hips and a shock of blonde hair that fell in loose careless waves around his face. His piercing blue eyes had me mesmerized, but his hands on my body had my skin singing to his touch. I clutched at his strong shoulders, tattooed with designs that appeared to be Nordic, possibly some ancient Viking symbols that had long lost their meaning. My eyes devoured his beautiful body and the long hard shaft standing erect just for me.
He waited, watching me as I took slow steady breaths. Something about being this close to him left me unsteady, but I wanted more. I stepped into his arms and his lips crushed mine. I was suddenly more aroused than I could ever remember being.
We tumbled back onto the bed and I clutched him tightly. His kiss was demanding and needy and I responded in kind, nipping at his lower lip when he pulled away to trail searing hot kisses down my throat.
I felt two hard points scrape down my throat…
She wore a black lace garter belt with sheer stockings with no panties. My cock went rock hard before I even took in the rest of her¦
…With her plea, I shoved two fingers inside, curling them to flick at the sensitive spot that would drive her wild. I laved at her clit, and she erupted, pouring her sweet juices all over my tongue and lips. I drank it with pleasure, my cock heavy and begging as fiercely as she had. I needed to be inside her, and I needed it now.
Still, I drew out her orgasm, making her pussy twitch and clench around my fingers, until she could barely breathe. Then, I slid back up her body and took her mouth, fucking it as I tore her bra down to expose her nipples. I pinched and twisted, and she arched her back and gasped, but I didn’t relent. I dropped my body between her legs, my cock searching for her pussy eagerly. I pressed my head along her slit, rubbed over her clit, and came back to her entrance, teasing at it without entering.
I wanted nothing more than to pierce her, to impale her and watch that little death of reality overwhelm her as she floated away into the bliss of the fantasy we lived together. But I hesitated, watching those blue eyes darken with so much desire I could have drowned in it…
Tara was hungry, starving in fact, but she didn't want a sandwich. She wanted sex. Specifically she wanted sex with Anna, and lots of it.
…Anna's finger pressed against the soaking lace and silk of Tara's panties, her thumb expertly going to Tara's clit, situated just below that fabric.
Tara gasped and her hips wriggled as she tried to get closer to that pressure, which just got stronger as Anna's fingers dipped into the space between Tara's thigh and the edge of the panties. Tara's teeth clenched.
She was going to cum, and hard. Her hips arched upward as Anna's fingers found her clit and teased it, manipulating it until heat and friction combined. Long, heated gushes of slippery and sticky juices spilled from her inner walls as her clit began to spasm in the first waves of orgasm.
Tara’s clit shuddered and jerked, her hips arced upward again and her mouth hung open in a low gasp that she silenced by clamping her lips shut over that cry. The orgasm spiked and unspooled, leaving her legs limp as one final burst of cum splashed from her body…