© Kacey Hammell, 2013
“Zander,” she whined, gripping her thighs. She glared at him. “Take me.”
He grinned and moved to the side, angling himself between her thighs. He winked at her then lowered his head. His lips swept along her pussy, and sucked her clit. Bridget shrieked, delight and electricity coursing through her.
Elevating her head, she watched Zander love her pussy, leaving no inch untouched. Moist and warm, he had a spectacular technique that she hoped to take advantage of many times over. But she needed him inside her, plunging deep and helping her reach perfect ecstasy.
His lips surrounded her clit, pulled the nub into his mouth, teeth pinching and teasing. Pleasure washed through her, consuming her. She pulled her legs back, palms holding her thighs higher, bringing her closer to his mouth. He consumed her, licking and slurping her juices. Ecstasy and torture. She needed him so much.
Zander pulled back. She watched him close his eyes and lick his lips. Opening his eyes, he gazed at her open thighs and hummed. Her heart skipped beats, loving the fact that he seemed so absorbed in her, his face an open book of awe, sensuality and warmth.
“So pretty,” he crooned. He pushed two fingers into his mouth, wetting them, then withdrew them and rubbed along her clit. Her back bowed. An inferno spread in the wake of his touch. She gasped.
“I can’t wait to fuck you. You want to be filled here, don’t you?” He punctuated his statement by shoving his fingers inside her. A shriek escaped, her chest heaving as she tried to breathe.
“Ahh, damn, babe. You’re so full. So swollen and aching to come. Damn, my dick’s so hard.” He thrust his fingers inside, pumping them in and out, burying them in to the hilt and caressing her g-spot.
Her palms fell from her thighs and clenched the fabric of the chaise. Such vivid and unadulterated pleasure. Nothing had ever come close to this. No man ever made her bones melt or her body vibrate with so much energy before. She never wanted it to end, while at the same time, she desperately needed it to end. And she’d be anxious to do it all over again.
She groaned as Zander’s fingers fell from her body and he stood. His fist wrapped around his shaft, his gaze dark and worshipping her as it flickered over her body. Tears pricked at the back of her eyes. Such passion in his gaze … no one had ever looked at her like that before.