Page 31 of Sinful Beauty

But no, first, I’ll make her come with my tongue and fingers. Then I’ll decide how I want her after that. When I finish with her, she’ll be so famished she’ll eat that stew cold. Hell, if I do this right, I’ll be so weak, I’ll join her.

While I nibble at her thigh, I press my fingers over her mound and knead, then take a finger down her slit. She’s soaked and I’m so fucking turned on I could blow just from observing her reactions. When my tongue touches her, her muscles tense and her knees rise. More tongue, and her head falls back. A finger and tongue and her fingers tangle with my hair. This is my kind of fun. The best way to spend an evening.

Two fingers pump her while my thumb presses against her clit, and her tight channel seizes. I replace my thumb with my mouth and suck. The edge of my teeth brings her over the edge, curling forward, uttering a slew of partial words and sexy as fuck sounds.

I press kisses to her thighs and along her lush hip, and cup her full breast as the rising and falling of her chest evens out. I wish I was videoing this so I could watch her over and over again.

One good thing about this bed and small room is that my slacks are nearby, and by the time her eyelids flutter open, I’ve ripped the foil and am rolling on a condom.

She rises on her elbows with a glazed, sated expression, watching me roll it over. The position places her gorgeous breasts on full display above her firm abdomen, and I nearly tremble with the desire to be inside her. To claim her.

I fist my base, and she licks her lips. Fuck if I don’t want her.

“There’s a game I like to play.” I say, kneeling between her legs.

“A game?” My grip on my painful erection tightens.

“It’s called just the tip.” Yes, I’m grinning like a lunatic. Grinning isn’t something I do when shagging, but this is fun.

“Let me guess,” she says, twirling her fingers around one luscious nipple.

I shift forward and drag my tip between her folds.Fuck. Me. My eyelids flutter as I strain to keep them open. I’m right where I want to be, flirting with her entrance, my balls tightening at the vision.

“Is it a game to see who breaks first?”

“Or it’s a game to see who begs.” My tip slides across her slit, and her juices coat the condom.

“You think I’d break first?”

She’s cocky, but I choose to let that slide as my tip disappears between her folds. The heat has me closing my eyes, but I push them open, because this is too fucking hot.

I push in and out…just the tip. It’s a schoolboy’s game. One I’ve never played, but I don’t know why the fuck not.

“Do you like that?”

Her fingers cover both her nipples, kneading and pinching them. Then, the little temptress sucks on an index finger, wets it with her tongue, and swirls it around a nipple.

My hips push forward and I surge into her, diving into her hot, tight heat until I’m over her and my mouth claims hers. Her legs wrap around my hips and her heels dig into my ass and our tongues clash.

“You didn’t last long at all,” she teases. Her fingers are in my hair, scratching my scalp. She feels so damn good. The mattress shifts, and I nip at her lip.

“You’re too tempting.” And she is. “Does that mean you win?”

I thrust my tongue in her mouth before she can answer. She gyrates below me, shifting to meet each thrust.

I nuzzle her neck and nip at her earlobe.

“If this is you winning, then I’ll gladly lose every time.”

A light laugh escapes her, but her nails scraping my back ensure this isn’t a laughing matter. Fuck. She feels so fucking good. My lower back tightens, and I have to close my eyes to gain control. For a minute, I focus on the sound of ice pelting the roof, cooling myself down.

With new resolve, I glide into her, positioning myself so with every thrust, my base rubs her clit. I know I’ve got it right when her back arches and her legs bend. She comes with a cry, and she pulses around me. I slam into her a few more times, nailing her. She grips the comforter for purchase but it doesn’t stop us from shifting closer to the wall, and then my release hits me so hard I nearly black out.

I collapse onto my forearms, holding my weight above hers as I gasp for air. Her eyes flicker open, and I gaze down at her, taking in her depths. And then I’m kissing her. Slowly. Passionately. Because that felt so good. I’m still inside her. And god damn, she feels so good.

When I collapse beside her, instinct urges me to pull her against me, but I’ve got a full condom to dispose of. I wander over to her hanging curtain. I can’t believe she lives like this, but I handle things and wash my hands, wiping them on a flowery towel.

When I return to the bed, I lie down next to her. Perspiration coats my skin and it chills in a draft. I consider pulling the comforter over us, but I settle for using her body for warmth.

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