Their fingers traced her ribs and moved down over the gentle curve of her abdomen where he dipped his finger, flirting with the small indentation. Her breathing became more rapid as he gently squeezed her left breast.
“Show me where you want my hand,” he demanded, his voice dipping low. He was finding it difficult to even think. All the blood left in his brain was now making a speedy descent to his rapidly rising cock.
God, all she had to do was be in the room with him, and he became insane with lust. It was rare that they could be anywhere for less than thirty minutes before he’d have her stripped, naked, and beneath him. He’d decided that was exactly the way he liked her—screaming his name.
“Down here,” she sighed, directing his hand to her warm mound where she pulled his fingers between her thighs.
At the first feeling of moisture on his fingertips, he groaned in her ear and pressed his steel-hard erection against her naked ass.
“Take your clothes off, Phillipe,” she requested. “I want to feel your skin on mine.”
Releasing her hands, he stepped back, making quick work of removing his clothes, before he moved back. Standing so close to her, his cock immediately wedged itself into her enticing ass crack. Grinding against her, he wrapped his arms around her waist. With his left hand cupping her breast again, his right hand took hers and pulled it back down between her deliciously juicy thighs.
“Now, where were we? Here?” he asked.
He ran their index fingers through her soaked folds. Her head fell back on his shoulder as she widened her stance for him.
“Yes.” She sighed.
“Feel good?”
She moaned a little louder while he moved their fingers to play with her hard little clit. “Yes.”
“It’s so ripe and swollen, like a plump little berry.” He exhaled, letting out a deep breath. “I want to devour it before I push my tongue deep inside of you.”
Her eyes opened as she turned her head in his direction. As her mouth parted, a ragged breath escaping, he locked his eyes with hers even though he knew she saw nothing.
During moments just like this, he almost believed she saw everything, and that was when she told him something that almost brought him to his knees.
“I want your mouth wherever you want to put it.”
Taking her lips in a fierce kiss, Phillipe turned her in his arms and lifted her up against his hard thick shaft. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he walked over to the mattress under the window. Mouths still fused together, he stopped when his toes touched the base of their makeshift bed. Her tongue was twisting and flirting with his. Every time she pushed it deeper, she gripped his shoulders and pulled herself closer, rubbing her wet core against his cock.
His hands cupped her ass and tugged her closer. First putting a knee on the mattress, he slowly lowered them to the bed. Following her down, he never released her mouth from the hot tempestuous kiss she had him engaged in. When he was firmly pressed against her, he couldn’t help the drive to thrust into her. He flexed his hips, using the force to push into her hard, and then he pulled out of her, dragging his cock against her mound.
Finally, she leaned back from the kiss, licking her top lip. “Come up here.”
Looking down at her, he grinned, touching her lips with a finger. “I am up here.”
She shook her head against the pillow. With both hands, she reached down between their bodies and fisted his cock.
“This. Bring this up here and then come.”
He groaned and thrust into her tight grip. He leaned down and kissed her mouth only to feel her bite his lip.
“I want you to come in my mouth. I want to taste you.”
“Christ, Chantel.” He cursed. “Are you sure?”
A sinful smile appeared as she reached up to his face, bringing him back to her. When his mouth was against hers, she told him, “Yes, I want to taste you on my tongue as you slide inside my soul.”
Grunting low, he closed his eyes and moved away from her. As she released his throbbing hardness, he straddled her waist.
Gruffly, he instructed, “Scoot down the bed.”
As she followed his command, her breasts swayed. Leaning down, he couldn’t help himself from taking one of her ripe nipples between his lips. She reached out, clasping his head, as she arched up into his mouth. He bit the hard little tip before progressing to her upper body. Gently, he tapped her lips with the wet tip of his cock.
“Open your mouth, Beauty.”
Without question, she obeyed, and he slid deep between her warm, wet lips.
“Fucking hell.” He cursed as he shifted.
Putting his fists down onto the mattress to brace himself, he raised his hips. He lifted himself up on shaky arms as he slowly brought his hips back down to push farther into her mouth. Closing his eyes, he tried to imagine how she was feeling.
With his cock plunging between her lips, he could hear her breathing in and out through her nose. Her talented fingers were on his hips and ass as she pulled him closer, taking him deeper down her throat until her nose was against his skin. He could feel her breath tickling around him with each inhale and exhale.
“That’s it, Chantel. Suck me deep.” He growled as he slowly pulled away from her deep-throated squeeze. “That’s a fucking pretty sight.” He grunted while he looked down his body, watching when the tip of his cock slid out of her mouth as she leaned her head back.
Through aroused, unseeing eyes, she pulled his hips back toward her. She pleaded, “More.”
When she took him in once again, her left hand moved to the crack of his ass. He closed his eyes as he tried to control himself. As she sucked vigorously on his engorged flesh, erotic noises started to fill the room and his head. There was nothing he could do to stop his hips from picking up pace. As her finger now skirted along the sensitive skin of his ass, his hands white-knuckled the sheets, and his knees sank into the mattress.
Shaking his head and trying to hang on to some semblance of control, he groaned loudly as her finger dragged down his ass to his tight balls where she tickled over the sensitive skin.
Biting his bottom lip, he started to fuck her mouth in earnest now.
As much as he wanted this to be gentle and sweet, she was tapping into a part of him that he couldn’t control. Closing his eyes, he could feel the climax skating along his spine, knocking for release.
“Fuck! Yes! Harder!” he roared, not really having a clue what he wanted harder. Her mouth? Her fingers? Or to get even farther down her amazing fucking throat?
Somehow, she knew. Right as the climax was about to slam into him, she slid a finger past his tight ring into his ass while she clamped her lips around his cock. He shouted her name as he came so hard that he thought he would pass out from the sheer force of ecstasy.
“Jesus Christ, Chantel.” He sent up a prayer and slowly slipped out of her mouth as he slid his body down hers. When he was in line with her mouth, he took it in a kiss so erotic and decadent that he thought he might come a second time just from tasting himself on her mouth, lips, and tongue.