Page 63 of Stars in Umbra
The way her body reacted to him, and to his aroused maleness, was like holding onto a live wire, as he pulsed with desire.
She clutched his shoulders as he bent to worship her nipples.
One then the other, moving from tender suckles to wild lashing.
Rina not only felt desired, but she welcomed the passion, the gentle care, and the sensation of being so freakin’ connected to him.
It was so much that she couldn’t think; she just melted into him.
In no time, she was naked.
He sat back on his haunches, barefoot, chest heaving, a pillar of erect flesh thrusting against his trouser front as he stared down at her.
‘Beauty,’ he growled before he lifted her thigh and threw it over his shoulders.
Then he dove, his lips falling on her pussy as he proceeded to lash her clit and folds.
She bucked and moaned into his masterful licks and caresses.
Her waist twisted on the pillows as he ate her out.
His lips, hands, and fingers delivered the ultimate transcendent experience she’d ever had.
With a muffled scream, she thrashed her way through a wild orgasm, the bliss so incandescent, she felt every nerve point in her body explode.
Mo bent over her, his fingers slicking in and out of her as she came down, kissing her, sharing her essence with her.
She trailed her touch down his arm. Then up again as her hands sank into his hair.
The dark tresses unraveled to neck length as she clung to him, throwing her thigh around his waist in abandon.
Her hands traveled to his trouser belt and lower to stroke the thick column of pulsing flesh.
‘If I pull on you, will you handle it?’ he breathed into her ear. ‘I sometimes need some getting used to.’
She arched a brow, intrigued. ‘Is that right? Show me what you got, soldier.’
He sat back on his haunches, a curl to his lips as he unclasped his trousers, then stood to shuck them off.
When he turned, she propped herself on her elbows and stared.
‘Whoa, tiger.’
Mo was huge, freakin’ well-endowed, hell, the thickest she’d ever been with.
Also, he had the most beautiful cock she’d seen, tapered, long, pulsing with glowing sigils.
His mouth twitched at her unadulterated adoration of it. ‘I’ll be gentle.’
She huffed. ‘Take advantage of me, baby, I can handle it.’
He sank on one knee beside her, and she reached for him.
The second her palm closed over the palpitating muscle, he threw his head back, his hair flying, his throat working, his chest rippling as she squeezed and stroked.
Her pussy gushed once more as her mouth moved over his throbbing knob, sliding her lips around his perfect head.
She suckled, loving his groans, how he glided and trailed his touch over her hair and neck as she gave back some of the worship he gave her.
