Page 118 of Trade of a Lifetime (Trade Wind 1)

She stroked up his calves, kissed a knee. She pulled her hair over her shoulder, gathering the ends to tease his thigh as she continued upward.

His entire body was tense as he waited for her next move; his fingers pressed into the mattress by his side. She spread his thighs a bit more, and brushed her hair over his testicles.

“I do believe this is my favorite instrument,” she murmured.

Tossing her hair back over her shoulders, she settled in between his legs and gently fastened her mouth on his sac. She moaned appreciatively at his taste and undulated the broad part of her tongue against him. Eventually, she dragged the pointed tip of her tongue up his shaft.

His hips rose with her tongue, his moan deep.

Clara ceased the tongue-bath after some time and straddled his waist. Leaning forward, she brought her breasts to his face.

James moved his hands up her back, guiding her until her breasts lined up with his mouth.

“Yes,” he breathed, then ran his lips over her nipple. He mouthed her, kissing and pulling on her without giving her his tongue.

She pressed her open, warm sex on his lower abdomen and rubbed. “Lick me.”

He moved his mouth to the flat part of her chest between her mounds and tongued her breastbone.

“No!” She laughed and twisted, bringing a tip to his mouth. He acquiesced, taking her into his mouth. “Yes.”

Jamesgrabbed her hips. His dick bobbed against her rear. She reached back with one hand to hold him.

“Move back on me and take me, or I’ll have you on your back in a trice,” he warned.

Her breath caught in her throat. She stilled her hips, her hand squeezing him almost as firmly as he liked it.

“Patience, James.” She let go of him.

He took himself into hand, pumping firmly.

Clara grabbed his wrist. “No, no, James. My quim, and only my quim, is allowed to do that.”

Her finger stroked the inside of his wrist and pulled his hand to rest by his side. She moved herself down the bed a foot, straddling his thighs.

Rising to her knees, she moved her body up his until her wet slit grazed his testicles and dragged over his rigid erection.

“You arekillingme,” he groaned.

“No,” she said in a soothing voice, “I’m celebrating life.”

“Celebrate life more quickly,” he urged, rooting about in her moisture.

Once he speared her entrance, she slid down smoothly, both of them moaning loudly in unison until her pubic hair mingled with his.Holding onto his biceps, Clara rode him, rolling her hips and contracting her abdominal muscles.

James, seeing she was close, pressed her legs to straddle him wider, then pounded up into her from below, jiggling her breasts and making her climax.

He moved his hands to her hips, intending to pull her off of him, but two things happened simultaneously.

First, she arched back, throwing her hands behind herself to hold on to his thighs and prolong her convulsions.

Next, instead of pulling her up and off, his hands unwittingly held onto her, anchoring her in place to surge up and into her.

His sounds of raw pleasure sent renewed ripples through Clara as she watched with dazed fascination as he finally came inside of her.

Afterwards, they lay without speaking or moving for a few moments, their labored breathing audible. Then his hands trailed up her body; his fingers threaded into her hair. He tenderly kissed the rivulets of tears that appeared suddenly.

Emotion choked her, else she’d speak the words she heard floating through her mind now.I love you, James. I love you.

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