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There’d be plenty of time to do all the things I wanted to do to her. Like savoring every inch of her skin. And feasting on her like the beautiful angel she was.
Tonight, it was just for me and her. And a lot of orgasms.
My mouth moved against hers as my hands slid down her red slinky dress and back up again, my fingers sweeping the fabric higher. When I traced the lacy material, a guttural moan erupted from deep in my throat.
My hands swept over her, seeking the answers for my questions and discovering the truth- she had on lacy thigh highs and the tiniest thong, a mere scrap of material.
I wanted to yank it off with my teeth.
So, I did.
I fell to the ground in front of her, my face level with between her legs.
My teeth clamped onto the thin string and I yanked hard, the delicate fabric snapping with little force. Using only my teeth I pulled them the rest of the way off, and shoved them into my mouth, wanting to taste her sweetness, the scent I could already pick up coming from her yearning body.
“Jewels…I’ve wanted to taste you since the moment I saw you…” I pressed my face between her legs as my fingers found the tops of her thigh highs and I pulled them down each leg, my hands running along her skin as they ran over her ass cheeks and cupped the curvy roundness.
“I’m all yours.” Jewels said as she stared down at me, lifting one of her legs and hitching it onto my shoulder.
Using two fingers, she spread open her pussy, revealing it’s beautiful pink inside, glistening with her arousal. Before my cock could explode in my pants, I shoved my tongue inside her and fucked the shit out of her with it, moving in and out, again and again as she held my head with both of her hands and squeezed tight, yanking at my strands of hair.
Two minutes later, when she came on my tongue, she couldn’t stop shaking and calling out my name, her body completely spent.
Too bad I wasn’t done with her yet.
I lifted her into my arms and carried her upstairs to my bed where I slowly undressed her before laying her down and sliding my cock so deep inside. Over and over again until I came so hard I literally saw stars.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jewels
I openedmy eyes and blinked, the bright sunlight streaming in through a window.
Groaning, I rolled over and pulled the covers over my head.
Did I forget to shut my blinds last night? Why is it so bright?
The memory smacked me sideways.
I yanked the covers off and looked around as my hair fell over my eyes.
Wyatt. Snow. Sex. Lots and lots of sex.
Sure enough, when I looked to my right, there he was, snoring softly against his pillow. I gently pulled the blanket down a couple of inches, revealing his muscular back and bare skin. Ink scattered along the skin, and I admired his sexy form, my fingertips aching to run along him, to feel his heat.
Memories assaulted me left and right of the dirty things we did together and between my legs ached with need while still sore from how much sex we had.
The urge to pee hit me, and I quietly snuck out of bed. I grabbed a robe from the chair next to the bed and slipped iton, grateful for the warm fabric. I tip toed to the bathroom and relieved myself, washed my hands and then face before making my way downstairs in search of coffee. Once I woke up, that was it, I was up for the day. I could never fall back to sleep, so I no longer tried.
In Wyatt’s kitchen, I located his coffee maker and coffee grounds and made a pot, the gurgle of the machine pouring out coffee a few seconds later. I opened a few cabinets in such of a mug and when I opened the far left one, I spotted a few wine glasses, but I also noticed a picture taped to the inside of the cabinet door.
I moved closer out of curiosity and studied the picture of the little boy. He bared a faint resemblance to Wyatt, and I wondered if it was a nephew of his or something.
“Good morning.” Wyatt said and I jumped, closing the cabinet a bit too abruptly.
“Morning. Want some coffee?” I asked as I whirled around.
“Sure.” He lifted an eyebrow and studied me curiously. “Everything okay?”
