Escape to Ecstasy. Jodi Lynn Copeland

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СКАЧАТЬ “I’m not sure I know how to work it.”

      He took his member back in hand, idly stroking the hard flesh. “It’s pretty simple.”

      She tilted her head to the side and batted her lashes. “So am I. Show me?”

      His hand stilled as hesitation slid into his eyes. “Will a hands-on sample get you out of my house?”

      “Um. Maybe.” It depended whether he meant that literally or as part of the game.

      The answer had to be the game, because Chris accepted her neutral response by unhanding his shaft and joining her on the bed.

      Her heart slammed against her ribs as he came up on his knees beside her, his erection so close if she straightened her right leg it would be rubbing against it. She wanted to risk it. Just not at the cost of losing his hands-on sample.

      The heat in his eyes magnified about twenty times as he took the vibrator from her. Gaze intent on her crotch, he lightly touched the clit-stimulator to her labia. “It might seem like getting your pussy even juicier is moving in the wrong direction, but it’s going to have to get wetter before it feels better. A little outer lip stimulation goes a long way.”

      Amen to that. Her sex fluttered madly as he moved the stimulator along her slit. The thumb of his free hand joined in, pressing between her damp folds. His thumb pushed deeper into her sex, opening her wide and, seconds later, exposing her clit to the stimulator’s all-powerful touch.

      Urgent, trembling need whipped through Claire. Her body singed almost as hot as it had when he’d coerced her outside this morning. The difference being this heat she wanted wholeheartedly.

      Gasping, she fisted her hands in the comforter. “Should it get hotter before it gets better, too?”

      His gaze lifted to hers. “Is it hot?”

      Ah, hell. He looked so equally concerned and hungry for her that it was just impossible to stop from risking it all. “Scorching. I think it needs something to cool it off. A tongue maybe.”

      Chris’s eyes narrowed accusingly. He jerked the vibrator from her body and left it to quiver on the bed. “First you come in my bed and now you want to come on my tongue. Lady, you’re really something.”

      Something good or something bad?

      Before she could voice the question, he had her ankles pinned in his hands and was jerking her down the bed on her back. Planting a palm on each side of her head, he came over her, looking huge and wicked and wild hovering inches away. “I wouldn’t be much of a man if I left you suffering, now would I?”

      The damp head of his cock nudged against her inner thigh. Her pussy pulsed with liquid anticipation. For just a second, Claire held out hope that he was so much of a man that he planned to give her far more than his tongue. Then he moved back down her body and buried his head between her thighs.

      His fingers clamped around her upper legs as his lips pressed tight to her sex and his tongue speared deep inside her. And—what do you know?—she recognized that having his tongue in her wasn’t so bad.

      Matter of fact, it was downright glorious. So much better than even her favorite vibrator. So much better than what past lovers going down on her had done.

      Of course, past lovers might not have been this orally skilled.

      She’d defined his fingers as magical when they’d massaged the knots nearly out of her shoulders and back. His tongue was nothing short of a miracle as he licked, sucked, and ate at her pussy, and erased every knot in her body.

      Chris scooped his hands beneath her butt and tilted her hips at an upward angle. His tongue slipped deeper inside her sheath, lashing at tender tissue until she lifted her pelvis and ground her cunt greedily against his mouth. “Yes. Fuck me more!”

      His tongue retreated, and she considered her outburst had cost her dearly. Then his mouth moved to the nubbin of her clit, lips closing quickly around it, sucking hard as his hold on her butt intensified, short nails digging almost painfully into her ass.

      Claire moaned against the decadent nip, felt it drive throughout her butt, leaving her crack feeling empty and untouched. His teeth closed over her clit, first twisting and then tugging at the tight bundle of nerves. Her thoughts splintered apart as shudders erupted in her core, small at first then growing into something fierce and delicious as one of his hands released her butt to toy with her crack.

      Afraid to speak, she whimpered for more and lifted her ass off the bed completely. His finger lingered along the silky divide of her crack, taunting her for long seconds before dipping divinely into her hole.

      Releasing her clit, Chris pushed his tongue back into her pussy. In tandem, he filled her, front and back, in and out, pumping her with ultimate pleasure until her entire body shook with tremulous force.

      Her belly clamped tight. Her heart pounded. Frantically, she clung to the comforter, feeling helpless yet again because of him. Mindless.

      At least this time it was for all the right reasons. Or at least reasons that felt right as the tremors coalesced into a hot ball of desperation.

      “Yes. Please…” Words slipped from her mouth.

      The hand on her ass left. She feared again that he would stop completely. He didn’t stop. Just turned up the pace of his thrusts to savage devouring, expanding her desperation to the bursting point.

      Claire shattered as rapturous heat slammed her eyes closed and caressed her to the soul. It left her trembling, panting, and weak. Unable to move, breathe.

      Holy Jesus, his massages had nothing on his mouth jobs.

      Chris’s shout of release invaded the orgasmic haze shrouding her mind and body. The primal sound snapped her eyes open. Quickly, she discovered where his hand had gone. Eyes smoky and dark, the muscles of his throat and neck corded delectably, he pumped his shaft with a white-knuckled fist. He aimed it at her chest and bathed her fettered breasts with the warm, silky stream of his cum.

      All thoughts of risk evaporated. Pulse pounding, she drew the cups of her bra down and released her breasts. She dipped a finger into the seed glistening between the slopes of her breasts and then rubbed the silky gel along her nipple. The shiny, pink tip went instantly hard. She repeated the move with the other nipple, bringing it to a matching crest. Giving each tight point a squeeze had a groan emerging from her bed partner. With a moan of her own, she went back for more of his cum.

      He’d tempted her when he sucked his pre-cum from his thumb. She tempted him right back, slipping the shiny finger between her lips. Or maybe she’d tempted herself, Claire realized, as the hot, salty taste of him exploded over her senses, because she wanted more. More of his cum and more of his body.

      She went back for more of the first, swirled her finger into the shimmering fluid, and then sucked it sensuously back inside her mouth. With a murmur of elation, she flicked her gaze to Chris’s and let the digit pop back out. “My kind of jelly.”

      Dark desire rallied in his eyes. His cock jerked hard. Discounting them both, he climbed from the bed. “Too bad for you the indoor supply just ran out.”

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