Page 80 of Trade of a Lifetime (Trade Wind 1)

Clara fought to keep her eyes open as his muscular tongue reached up to caress her.Hemoaned into her sweet musk, lapping slowly. While she panted, he worked her so patiently, thoroughly, she couldn’t wait anymore.

Using her dominant position, she created the motion she craved. When he flicked the side of her covered clit, barely touching her, she shifted herself over him, wanting more.

Clara tugged his hair when he responded by denying her, but he was undeterred. He kissed the crease of her thigh. It tickled; she laughed breathlessly, her body jerking. He nibbled the other side.

Laughing but frustrated, she simply put a hand over his forehead and pressed him back into the pillow, aligning her clit back over his mouth.

Needing no further encouragement, his mouth went to work again—and he pushed two fingers into her.

With more deliberate and firmer motions, he plied her assiduously, still with the slip of tissue covering her glans. Every so often he changed the direction or rhythm, but constantly pleasured her.

Finally, James gently retracted the flesh cloaking her clitoris. Slowly, tenderly, he licked the underside of her unprotected peak, hooking his fingers within her.

She cried out, abdomen rippling as her womb contracted almost painfully—but she didn’t come.

Clara rode his face, and he tongued her clit each time she made a pass. Her thighs trembled. The pleasure was almost painful; the direct contact she’d wanted earlier was too intense now.

“Stop,” she breathed. He withdrew. “Let me move over you myself.”

He held her bountiful derrière in his hands. She moaned while she moved herself over his hot velvet, but soon it was too much again. She sat back on his chest.

“I can’t,” she said helplessly.

James guided her down onto her back, next to him.

He rose over her, the bottom half of his face glistening all the way down to his chin. She watched raptly while he lowered that mouth to the peak of her breast. She arched, sighing when he took her in. Tirelessly, he nibbled and sucked on her nipples until her hips sought his.

He pressed his body against hers, pushing her down into the mattress. After moving between her spread thighs, he placed her own right hand where his mouth had been.

“Yes,” she groaned as her own knowing middle finger moved gently, and James’s mouth refastened on her nipple. She knew exactly how much pressure she needed, barely any now, and quickly brought herself close.

He switched breasts, licking and suckling, and she felt like the most sumptuous delight he’d ever feasted on.

Their moans blended as she hurtled over the edge.She withdrew her hand, but still moved her hips as the waves washed over her.

Clara rested for some time before she could lift her eyelids.

James kneeled over her, his drawers loose on his hips, his engorged cock peeking out.

“You worshiped me well,” she praised.

His eyes closed when she fitted her hand against him, stroking firmly.

“Inside you,” he said brokenly.

“Yes,” she breathed, pulling his drawers down. Without removing them completely, James pushed into her.

Clara’s eyes fluttered, pleasure spreading again, and she gripped his arms.

Grunting almost as if in pain, James slid in and out, watching as her body swallowed his fat cock. Suddenly, he pulled out of her.

Her muscles clamped around emptiness, crying out for his hardness again; her arms pulled him close.

Gasping, he arched, his hot seed spurting onto her belly.

Later, when she joined him back in bed after cleaning herself, he rolled to his side and pulled her body into his. He kissed the back of her neck.

“It wasn’t too indecent, Clara.You’renot indecent. You’re glorious.”

Her eyelids drifted closed as she melted into his warmth, feeling sated and safe—even after letting her abandon show.

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