OH GOD, I FEEL SO ashamed. Heat rushed to Kayla's cheeks. Dropping her head, embarrassment engulfed her. Richmond put a finger under her chin, tilting her head back. “I'm so ashamed,” Kayla admitted, just above a whisper.
Lust flared in Richmond’s chestnut brown pupils. “You have nothing to be ashamed of, Kayla. I’m hesitant to tell you this. However, last night, while I was taking a shower, I lifted my bathroom window and saw you standing in front of the Jacuzzi. You were wearing a fitted lavender bathing suit. The way the swimwear revealed the sexy curves of your body set my soul on fire. Watching you relax in my Jacuzzi made me burn and yearn. A hot longing for you threaded through my bones, and I couldn’t take it. Like you, I ended up self-pleasuring myself.”
Hearing him admit he’d masturbated while thinking of her did little to ease the shame she still felt. “You did?” She felt a lurch of excitement between her still burning legs. Oh my, she wanted him. Bad. So Bad.
Drinking in his sexy gaze, she was totally entranced by his compelling personage. Richmond clutched her shoulders. “Yes, Kayla. I wanted to get between your legs and make wild, burning love to you last night. Just like I want to…right…now.” Electricity sparked his eyes, and his mouth crashed into hers.
Moaning hoarsely, desire coursed through her veins as his firm lips glided over her mouth. She twined her arms behind the thick tendons of his neck. Fire shot to the dull ache between her legs.
Groaning, Richmond thrashed his tongue past Kayla’s probing lips and curled his tongue with hers. Oh my. His tongue tasted heavenly, and minty.
Threading his fingers through her wet hair, Richmond pressed his erection into her stomach and grinded it into her navel. Electricity surged through her. Kissing him feverishly, her hard nipples pressed against the cotton towel.
Kneading her breast through the thick fibers of the towel, Richmond’s hand traveled beneath the cloth, then slinked up toward her tingly center. Moisture puddled at her clenching entrance in heady anticipation of him touching her there.
Rubbing his thumb over her nether hairy lips, he inserted a finger in her opening and twirled. A sharp sigh spurted from her mouth. “You’re soaked. And ready for me,” he breathed the words into her mouth.
Circling her hips, her walls clenched around his exploratory fingers, then sucked them in deeper. Pressing a hard thumb to her clitoris, his fingers pumped her vigorously, pushing her closer to the edge. He withdrew his fingers from her slick entrance to cup her hot face. No. No. No. Don’t stop. Please.
Pinning her with a sexy stare, he jerked her off her feet, carried her to the sink, and placed her on the counter. He cupped her neck and pulled it forward. “You’re so beautiful. Touch me.” His invitation was a passionate challenge, hard to resist.
As she unbuttoned his jeans, Kayla nervously bit her bottom lip. As he pulled his shirt over his head, she slowly lowered his zipper. Keeping his gentle eyes linked to hers, he rolled his jeans and underwear down his toned muscular legs, freeing his erection.
Starting with his handsome face, Kayla’s eyes traveled down over the cut muscles of his rock solid chest, down his washboard abs, then paused. Oh, dear Lord. Her stomach had stretch marks on them from when she’d had CJ, she thought, ashamed of the permanent lines marking up her belly. She had to force the ugly image of her stretch marks from her mind so she could continue on with the fine man in front of her.
Lowering her gaze to his swollen penis, Kayla gasped. Her skin prickled pleasurably. Veins bulged at the sides of his swollen, dark erection. A deep groove circled beneath the round, glorious head. Noticing slick pre-cum seeping from his slit, jittery sensations pressed at her core. Water filled her mouth.
Kicking his jeans and underwear across the floor, arousal flickered inside his irises. Beholding his fiery gaze, she curled her fingers around his massive erection. His erection felt like a smoking pipe in her grip. Drawing in a deep breath, he tensed. “Oh, Richmond. I don’t know if we should do this.”
Running a callous hand up and down her arm, he admitted, “Me either. If you want, we can stop. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to, Kayla.” Trailing a finger down her cheek, he thrust his hips, causing his pole to vibrate in her grip.
Rocking his hips back and forth, his plump mushroom head poked from the circular hole of her tight fist, then plunged back down, then popped back up again. Seeing his hard knob pop in and out of the circular opening of her squeezing fist, heat rushed her, made her wetter. Fluid slid from her entrance down between the crack of her butt.
“Do you want me to stop, Kayla?” His voice was velvet-edged and strong. Powerful. Deep.
Needing to feel Richmond buried deep inside her, Kayla mashed Richmond up and down in one hand and cupped his jaw with the other. Linking her eyes with his, shivers of delight rushed to her opening. “No, Richmond. I don’t want to stop. Make love to me. Please.” Craving him, she arched her sensitive breasts against her his bare, concrete chest.
Richmond clenched her hips and scooted her to the edge of the counter. Placing his hand over the hand squeezing his erection, he guided his tool between her thighs and put the hard head to her entrance. She inhaled sharply at the contact.
Locking his flickering gaze with hers, Richmond put his forehead to Kayla’s, clenched her bottom lip with his, and pushed. The circular knob of his shaft broke past the juncture of her wet opening, sending waves of ecstasy rushing through her system. Curling her hands around his shoulders, Kayla closed her eyes and let Richmond ride her. Please her. Fill her womb with his throbbing stem. Take her to heights she’d never known.
Oh God. His strokes were so hard. Delicious. Incredible.
Thrusting in and out of her, shivers rippled through her. Richmond yanked her from the counter into his arms. Slithering his tongue into her mouth, toting her, he stalked toward her bedroom, his throbbing erection never severed from her moist canal.
Slowly circling her opening on his tool, wild passion burned inside Kayla. She rummaged her hands over the short strands of his hair. Whimpering breaths rushed from her lungs. She’d missed having a man inside her. Missed making love. Missed kissing so gentle, so tender.
Standing at the foot of the bed, Richmond remained buried deep inside Kayla’s womb as they softly fell to the mattress, with her landing beneath him. Hovering over her, his rocking hips stilled. Richmond’s eyes smoldered with fire as his stem marinated in her hot juices. “You’re so beautiful.” He circled his hips. “Feel so incredible.” Driving into her, Richmond cupped Kayla’s left breast and brought it up to his mouth.
Trailing his tongue around the circle of her areola, he pushed deeper. Drove harder. Sparks flew between them. Chemistry ignited them like magic. Flicking his tongue over her puckered nipple, she writhed beneath his built, masculine frame.
This man knows he can make love. “Yes. Mmm. Ahhh.” Wrapping her legs around his waist, she reached between them and scraped her nails against the tough skin of his scrotum. A muffled groan wound from his mouth, pleasantly filling her ears, magnifying her excitement.
“Damn, Kayla. You’re killing me. About to drain me. I want you to cum first.” Grunting, he pulled out of her just as she was about to explode.
“Please, Richmond. Please don’t stop,” she begged, bucking against his column as it lay pulsing on her belly. Put it back in!
Huddling over her, starting at her face, Richmond’s dark eyes glowed amber fire. “You want this?” he asked, sliding his cock between the wet folds of her quivering pussy lips.
Kayla’s head nodded profusely. “Yes. I want it. Give it to me.” It’d been so long since a man had entered her, she didn’t mind pleading for what she wanted. What she needed. What she desperately craved. She didn’t mind going after what she felt like she deserved—him—Richmond.
Fisting his tool, he traced her circular entrance with the tip of his engorged head. His eyes drank her up. “In due time, my sweet Kayla, I’ll give you this, but not now. I want to taste
you first.”
Yes, eat me, please. “Hurry.” So what she was begging?
Starting with her face, Richmond placed light kisses on her right cheek, then her left cheek. Teasing her with his long pink tongue, he licked a trail down her chin, laved the wet flesh down over her throat. Between the alcove of her tender breasts.
Nipples tingling, belly clenching, toes curling, she felt herself about to cum—hard.
Making his way further down her body, his tongue darted in and out of her belly button. Oh God, his tongue was torturing her. She needed to feel his flesh stroke the sensitive spot between her shaking legs. Her moist canal.
Moaning, he kissed each and every stretch mark on her stomach like he loved them. This was the most beautiful she’d ever felt. As if he loved her, he dragged his tongue down between her legs and inserted it into her opening, finally soothing the dull ache. Like a feline cat, her back arched, and she fisted the cover.
Using his fingers, he spread her labia, pulled back on the hood of her sex, and flicked his tongue wildly over her clitoris. Wrapping her legs around his gyrating head as he feasted on her, she eased up on her elbows and slammed her thighs to the sides of his face, holding his bobbing head steady.
Kayla’s heart pounded hard at the base of her throat as she watched him make love to her body with his talented tongue. Circling the tip of his tongue over her tingling nubbin, he inserted a finger inside her heat and twirled. Lolling her head back, she clenched her bottom lip with her teeth and glared at the ceiling.
“You taste so good, Kayla,” he mouthed around her sex, scraping his finger over her G-spot. With her palms pressed flat on the mattress, she bucked against his face while still glaring up at the ceiling. Thin tears slid from the corners of Kayla’s eyes and ran down the sides of her face.
Nearing an orgasm, pulses pushed at the underside of her lower belly. Digging her nails into the mattress with one hand, she palmed his motioning head with the other and pressed his face harder against her. Driving his fingers in and out of her, his sharp teeth raked against her clit.
“Yes, Richmond. I’m cumming.” She shuddered. Eat me. Eat me.
“I want you to explode on my tongue, Kayla” he said huskily, replacing his fingers with long strokes of his tongue. Slithering his tongue around in her channel, he pinched her bud.
“Yes! Yes! Right there. Oooo.” Wails of pleasure erupted from her mouth as she exploded on his penetrating flesh.
Richmond brought his head from between her damp thighs and slid up her body to capture her face. “Your lips felt like silk on my tongue. I can eat you all night.”
Her heart squeezed. She’d never cum so hard in all her freaking life. “I enjoyed you so much. I hope I can fulfill you like you did me.”
“Just being with you like this…you already have.” He hooked a hand under her thigh, gripped his tool, and slid between her soaked folds. As Richmond slid to the bottom of her, he stretched her walls.
Stroking her slow and long, and deep, he lowered his chest to her breasts. Rotating his hips, he captured her lips and plowed his tongue inside her mouth. Oh baby. Baby. Baby. Baby. Feeling his heartbeat pound against the swell of her left breast, the head of his tool thrust at her G-spot. Every cell in her body caught fire. “Richmond!” Shivering, fluid spurted from her entrance, and she creamed his shaft.
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