let out a pitiable moan of pleasure. Her stomach felt as if there were a sun exploding in it. She pushed her body hard into his and felt a warm tingling between her legs as she ground herself into his thigh.
Blake sighed and pulled up on her sweater and she gasped again as she felt the chill air of the room settle on her skin, bringing goosebumps to the surface. His heavy head, wide and thick as a sledge, eyed her carefully and with a kind of restrained desire, as if he were truly appreciating every curve and shadow of her— not like most men , she had to admit.
He leaned toward her again, but this time his mouth went toward her neck and she gasped again, reveling in the pleasure of his lips and tongue caressing the tender flesh of her shoulder and the top of her scapula. At the same time, his hands were moving toward the back of her bra and she heard the snap of it as it came apart. Very slowly she let the bra fall onto the floor.
Her small breasts heaved with her breath, and the nipples were immediately erect, whether because of the chilliness of the weather or because of how easily she had given into this moment, she couldn’t tell. Blake’s rough hands moved up and caressed them, clenching them like stones in his fists, and he rubbed teasingly at the crowns of each nipple, evoking such pleasure she half-worried he might bring her to a climax there and then.
“You like that?” he murmured.
“Yes, suck them,” she said, closing her eyes and rubbing her fingers through his hair.
Instead, he nudged her toward the bed and she leaned onto her back against the sheets even as he crept over her, parting her legs with one thigh while he held her ribs between his massive hands like some sort of instrument and licked tentatively at her chest. That was a new kind of eroticism, and she loved it—as Lily opened her eyes, she saw her left breast disappear into his mouth, and felt his tongue and teeth grate across the nipple.
“Unnh, yes, like that… oh my god,” she murmured.
“You taste amazing,” he breathed.
“More, go lower,” she said, throwing her hands behind her head. The smell of the sheets around her lifted to her nostrils and she breathed it in, shutting her eyes even tighter as she let go of the reins on her passions.
Blake was rough with his hands, and there was a moment when Lily opened her eyes and stared straight up at the ceiling and briefly found some clarity of consciousness— this is wrong , she thought, and knew it instinctively. But was that just the part of her mind that had lived too long in the city, that had gotten too comfortable with the easy muted and toned down life of being a reporter at a small scale press? In her youth, she had been reckless— I still am , she tried to assert, and knew that giving in to this potential leader of a biker gang was her way of reaffirming that fact.
Hell with it , she thought.
“Take my pants off,” she moaned and opened her thighs wider. Blake’s hand moved down and cupped her crotch through her pants, pulling up firmly enough that she let out another squeak of desire and felt herself warming to his touch. His face snuffed hard against her breasts and her belly, like some kind of animal catching the scent of its prey.
Lily didn’t need to wait. The giant of a man was already unzipping her pants and slid them down and off her ankles in a single motion that caused her to hold her breath. Her black panties hugged her tiny waist, and the mound of her pubis stretched provocatively against the fabric. The tiny cleft of her vulva through the black cotton was nearly moist with her expectation.
Blake got up briefly on his knees and took off his shirt and she found herself holding her breath again. He was lean, but his frame was solid with muscles, as if he’d spent his whole life in the woods. It wasn’t like the exaggerated muscles of some of the men she had hesitatingly took to bed back in the city, the gym-pusher types who were big for big’s
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