his mouth while his hand moved farther down her body. He stroked
the soft skin of her stomach, fingered the small hoop in her bellybutton, and
moved over her hips to her thighs.
Gillian arched into his hand when he cupped her pussy and slid one
finger up and down the wet folds. Her legs spread for him, she rocked her hips
against his hand as two of his fingers slipped inside her. She felt his teeth on her
nipple and it drove a spear of desire straight to her clit. One of her hands roamed
restlessly over Ian’s back while the other massaged one tit.
“F uck me,” she whispered. “Fuck me now!”
Ian slid on top of her and kissed both her breasts, then slid down her body
with his tongue leaving a wet, hot trail over her skin. On his knees between her
legs, he grasped her hips in both hands and held her tightly to the bed, then
licked the thin strip of hair left from her last bikini wax down to her clit. He
sucked her clit between his lips, held it gently while his tongue flicked back and
forth over it. His eyes never left Gillian’s face while he watched her reactions to
his movements. Her hands roamed over her tits, roamed down her stomach and
back up her body, up her neck and over her face. She sucked a finger into her
mouth and moaned loudly. His tongue slipped farther down, and he dipped into
her wet pussy and mouth-fucked her.
Gillian thought she’d burst into flames if Ian continued in this manner.
Every nerve in her body burned, every cell called out to him, and every ounce of
her being begged for release. Being held down thrilled her, but what he did
while he held her down rocked her nearly out of her mind.
“F uck me,” she begged. “Just make me come. I can’t stand this!”
Gillian’s words brought Ian to his knees. He sat between her thighs cross -
legged, and lifted her to him. Positioned so her legs hung over his shoulders with
her c unt at his mouth, he feasted. He flicked his tongue over her clit and just
when she was about to come, he pulled her back. He slid his mouth to her
opening and sucked her pussy juices before moving back to her clit where he
blew a raspberry until she writhed and screamed his name. He continued that
sweet torture for several minutes until Gillian’s body glistened with perspiration.
Her hands massaged her tits, and she begged him over and over to make
her come. With one last breath, he blew on her clit, vibrated it with his lips and
watched her face while she came, screaming for more. When at last she finished,
she fell limply back onto the bed, panting. Ian lapped at her gently until her
breathing returned to normal, then slid up to lay beside her.
With a gentle kiss, he pushed the hair back out of her face. “Roll over to
your side,” he whispered. With her ass pressed against his hard cock, he held
one cheek in his hand and slid slowly into her, taking his time filling her. He
wrapped an arm around her waist, splayed the flat of his hand on her abdomen
and pressed her back against him. Sliding his other arm around her shoulders
with her head resting on his upper arm, he pulled her head back against him.
He wrapped his hand around one of her tits and began stroking his dick
in and out of her. Slowly building up speed and force, he slipped the hand on her
abdomen lower so that his fingers reached between her legs and found her clit.
With each stroke of his cock, her pussy moved forward against his fingers,
bringing her to the edge again. She panted and moaned while he moved his
other hand from her breast to her throat and squeezed just until her airflow had
been nearly shut off. He pounded his cock into her, harder and harder, until her
pussy contracted hard around him and her juices flooded him. He released her
throat, wrapped both arms tightly around her, and bit the back of her neck when
he came.
With her body held tightly against him, he panted harshly, “Be still. Just
don’t move for a moment.”
Gillian