Page 150 of Seduction Under the Southern Stars

She goes still then. Her chest rises and falls rapidly.

I don’t say anything, or stop, but continue to kiss down her neck. She wanted a hundred percent. She knows her safe word. Until she uses it, I’m going to carry on.

I kiss her breasts, then lower down beside her and spend some time tracing my tongue around her nipples and sucking them gently. She sighs and moans and squirms a little until I scold her and slides one hand into my hair and caresses it while she strokes my back with the other, which I kinda like.

After a while, I stroke up her thighs, then lift the knee that’s closest to me across my legs, opening her up. She lets me, sighing, then shivers as I brush my fingers lightly up the sensitive skin of her inner thighs until I reach the soft heart of her.

I groan, because she’s already swollen, and, coated with her moisture, my fingers slip easily down through her folds. I slide two fingers carefully inside her, gathering more moisture, try not to smile as she gives a very long and heartfelt groan, then bring my fingers back up to start caressing her beautiful little button.

“Linc…” She lets her thighs fall open a little wider, her fingers tightening in my hair. “Aaahhh…”

I continue arousing her, teasing her clit and occasionally sliding my fingers further down, until her breathing deepens and turns irregular.

Then I remove my fingers and lift up to my knees.

She blinks and looks up at me. Her face is flushed, and her hair is mussed and spread all over the pillow.

Letting my lips curve up, I move between her legs, reach over and grab a condom, and tear off the wrapper. After I roll it on, I push up her knees, then, leaning forward over her, I slide the tip of my erection down through her folds, coating it with her moisture, before pressing gently into her.

She catches her bottom lip between her teeth, closing her eyes. I keep my gaze fixed on her face as I push my hips forward, feeling a smug swell of satisfaction as she gasps, stretching to accommodate me.

I stop moving and wait for her to open her eyes. When she does, I withdraw all the way, then sink into her again. This time, nicely lubricated, I sink all the way in, and don’t stop until our bodies are flush.

“Fuck,” she says, loud and clear.

“Yes, ma’am.” I chuckle and begin to move, giving long, slow thrusts as I slide into her sensitive flesh.

Ohhh… this is bliss, and I sigh as I move, enjoying every second of this. I lower down and kiss her, and she slides her arms around my waist and strokes my back, then, after digging her nails into my shoulder blades, draws them down either side of my spine with just enough force to make me groan.

“Sorry,” she says without an ounce of remorse. “Color, Linc?”

I give her a wry look, lift and withdraw, then circle my finger in the air. She pokes her tongue out at me again.

“Right.” Desire flares inside me, and I toss her onto her front, yank up her hips so she’s on her knees, then slide inside her without further ado.

She squeals, moans, drops to her elbows, and buries her face in the pillow.

I push her knees wider, then set up a fast pace, driving deep inside her, uncaring that our hips make a noise as they meet. She says something into the pillow, but I’m going to assume it’s not a safe word unless she makes it a lot clearer than that, and instead I give her another light slap on the ass, because she seemed to enjoy the first one. She starts and yelps, then moans again and pushes back against me.

Heating up now, I slip my hands underneath her—one on her breast, one between her legs, and start arousing her again, tugging her nipple and circling over her clit. The sound of me sliding through her swollen flesh fills the air, and we both groan, which only makes me want to fuck her harder. So I pick up the pace, still arousing her, and I’m not surprised when only minutes later her moans become louder, and then she says, quite clearly, “Ah, I’m going to come,” and then she squeals as her climax hits her, clenching around me with several intense pulses that make me see stars.

Afterward, she collapses forward onto the pillow… but I’m not done with her yet.

I kiss down her back again, all the way to her butt, then rear up, roll her onto her back, lower down between her open legs, and sink my mouth into her. Ahhh… she’s so damn wet, and my face is soon coated in her moisture as I arouse her again, licking and sucking and sliding my fingers inside her until she can’t help but squirm.

I lift up and slide inside her, then roll so she’s on top of me. “Oh!” Surprised, she pushes up so she’s sitting astride me. God, she looks beautiful, young but mature too, with that knowing look in her eyes that only women who understand pleasure possess.

I take her hands and pull them over my head so I can suck her nipples for a bit, then release her and let her sit up. I move one of her hands to a breast, then tuck the other down between us. “Your turn to do some work,” I tell her, tucking my arms under my head and watching her for a bit, enjoying the view. She laughs and, although she obviously feels a little self-conscious, she begins to arouse herself, surprising me. Oh fuck, yeah, that’s backfiring on me. She fixes her gaze on mine for a while as she teases her clit with a finger, then closes her eyes and drops her head back, sucking her bottom lip while she tugs her nipple with her fingers.

Nope, I can’t lie there and let her get away with that.

I grab her and lift her off me, then get to my feet and pull her up with me. She laughs as I drag her with me to a waist-high chest of drawers in front of the window, then turn her so she’s facing away from me and leaning on the chest. Parting her legs, I push her forward a little so I can slide into her from behind.

I take her like that for a while, then turn her and lift her onto the chest, sweeping away the items on the top, uncaring, and part her legs so I can thrust into her that way.

And I don’t stop there. I take her in as many positions as I think of—from the front, from behind, sitting, standing, lying, on our sides, until we’re both panting, flushed, damp, and sticky.

By this point I’ve lost all reason, and I’m way past being slow and tender. I like to think I’d be able to rein myself in if she looked as if she wasn’t enjoying herself, but she matches me every step of the way, clawing, biting, moaning, and begging me for more.

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