mouth.
“Oh God,” she moaned.
She had always liked special attention in that area. Francesca was one of the few women who could come just from nipple stimulation. Smiling to himself, he decided to see if he still had the ability to get her to. He pulled the other breast free from her bra. As he flicked one nipple with his tongue, he lightly pinched the other.
Her hips squirmed and her breathing picked up. Continuing to play, he switched breasts and sped up his rhythm. Her body tensed and her back arched. She was on the edge. He rubbed the palm of his hand back and forth on just the tip of one nipple while he blew lightly on the other one.
“Oh my!” she cried out as her hands gripped the sheets.
Once she relaxed, he sat up and began working on removing her clothes. Her cheeks were flushed and she had a satisfied smile on her face.
As he pulled her boots off he said, “You’re the only woman I’ve met who can release from that type of stimulation. It’s hot.”
She reached down and rubbed his cock through his jeans. “It certainly is.”
Once her boots were off, he began working on her jeans. As he pulled them down, he went ahead and pulled her panties down too, leaving her aroused scent in the air. God, she smelled so sweet. He’d love to have a taste, but wasn’t sure he could last. As Francesca’s hand rubbed his erection through his jeans, he was worried he didn’t have the self-control he’d spent years building. If she didn’t stop, he was going to come.
He pushed her hand away. She giggled and then sat up. Along with him, she wanted his clothes off. She was less gentle about it. She tugged and yanked until he was naked. As she took in the sight of him, he began to unbutton her blouse. Once it was off, she unhooked her bra and let it drop. She looked up at him.
Licking his lips, he noticed the position they were in. He was on his knees and she sat with her legs to her side. His aching cock was in line with her big breasts. There was something about the softness of a woman’s breasts that he liked on his dick. Taking it in his hand, he leaned forward and rubbed the tip into her cleavage.
At first she didn’t move, only watched. Then she leaned forward a bit and cupped her titties together, creating just the right amount of depth for him. He only needed a few strokes before he had to be inside of her.
Randy shoved her down, forced her legs open, and climbed in between them. His fingers dipped into her folds, and he found her wet and ready. He needed her on the edge though, as he was. He wasn’t going to last long. In a fast motion, he fingered her and thumbed her clit.
“Now!” she demanded.
He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a foil package. In one swift move, he rolled the condom on and thrust his cock into her sweet center. Francesca cried out repeatedly. He’d forgotten how vocal she could be. He loved to hear the sounds coming from her mouth. She said his name, several times. Bringing his mouth back to hers, he picked up speed and began to thrust hard into her. He attempted to kiss her as his climax built, but hers tore through her first. Her entire body arched and her pussy tightened around his cock. Good God! How was she doing that?
He grabbed the pillow behind her and screamed out as his release hit him. He pumped into her, riding out his release and the pleasure he was feeling. It had been a long time since he had come this intensely. Finally, the vibrating pleasure slowed down and he was able to relax.
He rolled off Francesca and brought her into his arms. He knew he had a huge smile on his face. He was one hundred percent satisfied, the way he used to feel years ago.
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Francesca lay with her head on Randall’s chest. Had she really just done that? Had sex with the only man she had ever loved? This had been a mistake. A very big one. But as she laid there, his arms wrapped around her, breathing in his musky scent, she had never felt more at home. They fit
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