Page 22 of The Duchess Effect
So. Damn. Good.
But his head snapped forward at the feel of her tongue brushing against his thick crown. He looked down in time to see her sweep a bead of pre-cum from the tip.
Bloody hell.
“Hmmm....” She licked her lips and looked up at him from beneath long lashes.
This woman would be the death of him.
And then she took him fully into her mouth.
Desire seized hold and he bucked, struggling to hang on to control. Her hands squeezed the base of his cock and her tonguecaressed its underside, the combination driving him wild. It went beyond what she was doing; it was where they were, the carnality of being in a public location adding to his fervor exponentially.
He staggered back several steps, pulling out of her mouth. “That’s enough. I don’t want to come in your mouth.”
“Next time,” she promised.
He hauled her to her feet and reclaimed her lips, his tongue dueling with hers in a battle they would both win. He savored their mingled taste, more potent than the best wines in his cellar at home, and shivered, the need to be inside her more pressing than his body’s demand for air.
“My pocket,” he said, gesturing to the chair where he’d neatly folded the pants he’d initially been wearing.
He used her brief absence to rid himself of his pants and undies and when she was back, the condom nestled between two of her fingers, he took it, tearing it open and quickly sheathing himself.
In for a penny, in for a pound...
He led her over to the platform facing the mirrors in the middle of the dressing area.
“Turn around.”
Her smile became positively wicked. She faced the mirror, and he met her gaze in its reflection.
“Take those off.”
She lifted a brow, but acquiesced, slipping out of her shorts and knicks.
Fuck!
He clasped the base of his cock and it pulsed in his hand.That ass!“Bend over.”
The tip of her tongue appeared and moistened her upper lip as she leaned forward and braced her hand on the dais. She spread her legs and glanced at him over her shoulder.
“It’s all yours, big boy.”
“You’re damn right,” he said, surging into her.
Their joining ripped the air from his lungs. The action propelled her forward on the balls of her feet and she gasped.
He stayed in her snug warmth for several long moments before he slowly withdrew until the head emerged, glistening, from her cleft. He gripped it again, dragging his cock head through her folds, teasing her clit, using the evidence of her desire to coat himself. She moaned loudly and the sound arrowed straight to his erection.
Looking in the mirror, he met her gaze and reseated himself, inch by torturous inch. Her lashes fluttered and she arched her back, lifting her hips higher. He took the hint, gripping them tightly and starting to move. There was too much to take in and he alternated between staring at the ecstasy on her face and watching his cock slide in and out of her pussy. Her curvy ass bounced as she pushed back against him and he smacked the pillowy globes, turned on by the stinging of his palm.
“Fuck, yeah,” she cried.
He varied his strokes: shallow and fast, deep and slow, and her soft, pantingyeahs anddo its drove him out of his mind. He curled forward to press his chest against her back and wrap an arm around her midsection, his hips pistoning his cock inside her yielding flesh. The musky scent of sex mixed with her perfume and filled the space, making him dizzy with desire.
When he licked the space between her neck and shoulder, she clenched around him.
“Jay, baby, I’m coming!”