Page 46 of Sweet Escape

I revel in it.

In the way I make him lose that tightly wound control so quickly.

In how his hands keep moving, like he doesn’t know exactly what to do with them.

In the deep, tortured noises falling from his mouth.

“You keep doing that, I’m gonna come,” he says, pulling his dick from my mouth. “And I have other plans before I want that to happen.”

That sounds promising.

He pulls me back up so I’m standing and slowly tugs off my top. He eyes my breasts for a long beat before he stoops and takes one nipple into his mouth, then the other. Then he squats and pulls down my shorts and panties in one motion, before guiding me back on the bed.

“Time to taste this pretty pussy,” he growls, tugging my ass to the edge and settling between my legs, one resting on each shoulder.

His tongue slips through my folds, leaving no nerve untouched, before he spreads my lips with one hand, slides a finger inside me from the other, and then pulses his tongue against my clit.

Apparently, Memphis Hawthorne isalsogood at many things.

And while I can’t name off something odd like yodeling or tap dancing, I can say with great conviction that Memphisknowshow to go down on a woman.

I’m overwhelmed by sensation, by an almost immediate, desperate need to come.

But I can’t, because Memphis has taken me straight to the edge of oblivion and then held me there.

“Memphis,” I whimper, digging my fingers into the chestnut locks that fall a little messily around his head. “Oh my god, Memphis, I can’t ...”

He growls again, the noise vibrating through me, before stopping completely and standing tall above me.

I tug at my nipples, feeling empty and needy and almost frantic, as he tugs a condom from his wallet and slides it on.

Then he’s there, hovering over me, his mouth back at mine and his cock gently pulsing at my entrance. His tongue spars with mine, andI don’t doubt at all that in this moment, he’s teasing me. Drawing this out as long as possible.

Finally,finally,he slides inside me in one smooth movement, and both of us moan at the sensation.

“Jesus, being inside you ...,” he says, though he trails off, his mouth dropping to my neck. He sucks and licks at the tender skin as he slowly fucks into me.

My hands slide along his back as he thrusts, gripping the expanse of warm skin, loving the feeling of his muscles bunching and shifting. I desperately want to touch him.

After a few moments, he pulls back and lifts one of my legs. His thrusts become faster and harder. His eyes flit back and forth between the place where our bodies are joined, my tits that are bouncing with the force, and my eyes that are surely clouded with lust.

Little flickers begin to flutter through my body from the place he’s hitting inside me, over and over again, until that kindling finally catches, lighting me on fire from the inside out.

“I’m coming,” I tell him, surprised at how quickly it has come over me, my pussy clamping down as my body goes rigid.

“Yeah, you are,” he says, continuing to hammer into me. “And so am I.” And then he cries out, his movements halting as he’s racked with the same pleasure I’m coming down from.

A moment later, he collapses next to me on the bed, panting heavily, his eyes closed and a relaxed look on his face.

I love the little dimple in his cheek, the one that shows up when he smiles, and apparently when he comes.

“That was pretty spectacular,” I say, twisting my legs together. The last faint flutters of my orgasm hum through my body. Then I pat him on the stomach, twice. “You did okay, too.”

His head jerks to look in my direction, and then he chuckles and covers his face with his hands.

“The shit you say.”

I giggle. “I give it an eight out of ten,” I tell him, still panting. “Mostly because I told you I wanted to ride you and you commandeered the whole thing.”

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