Page 29 of Glamour and Grit

Selene’s sharp cry cuts through the night air as she climaxes. I love the sounds she makes. Her body flops back down onto the soft mat as she shivers and groans beneath me. I remove her clothing, with her rubbery-limbed assistance.

By the time I have her bare skin exposed to my eyes and the moonlight, she's recovered enough to take a more active role. Her eyes flash up to mine as her hands are busy with my trousers. In a moment, she’s undone the fly and dragged them down to my thighs.

We both laugh as I struggle out of them. Her eyes fall on my naked body for the first time.

“You’re so fucking hot,” she says with a giggle.

“No, you’re the one who’s hot. You’re just…perfect.”

Selene’s fingertips stroke the crown of my throbbing cock. It’s an amazing moment of connection. I caress her glossy mane, exulting in the glow of her beauty.

“I bet you say that to all the girls who have you in this position.”

“I guess you could say I’m putty in your hands,” I reply.

“Hmm. Nope, definitely not putty. Putty is soft.”

She moves her mouth in, her hot breath teasing my skin. Selene’stongue glides on the underside of my cock, easing it into her mouth. I tilt my head back and let out an animal groan. Selene’s wavy hair bobbing up and down becomes a visual tattooed on my brain.

I felt the heat. We both did, from the moment we met. I just never imagined it would be this god damn incredible. This feels like a drug. I don’t know if I can get enough of Selene.

Her touch is firm yet soft as silk. My cock grows hard as steel, the pressure building until I can’t stand it any longer. I let loose, a growl escaping my throat at the moment of climax.

“I win,” she says, smiling up at me like a daydream. I caress her cheek and she sighs, closing her eyes and rubbing herself against my palm.

“What do you mean, you win?”

“I got you off a lot faster than you got me off.”

A laugh bubbles up out of my core, unbidden. It’s been a long time since I've laughed so much.

“I didn’t know it was a competition. And anyway, you’re comparing stock car races to Formula One.”

She gets back on her hips, cocking an incredulous eyebrow.

“I’m a monster makeup girl, remember? I don’t speak sport.”

“I’m just saying that making a man climax is a lot easier than doing the same for a woman.”

Her eyes widen. “Are you really going there?”

“Oh yes, I’m going there. Anyone can get a man off. Making a woman reach paradise’s walls is an absolute art form that requires synchronicity and paying attention to what the lady wants…why are you laughing at me?”

“Because you’re talking like an oral sexpert or something. You know, I’m just going to ask you to back up all that smack talk.”

I grin, my member throbbing so hard I can barely hear myself think.

“Well, all right, then. First, you start off slow, and nowhere near your final destination…”

I go to kiss her, but she laughs.

“Final destination? Is that what the kids are calling it these days?”

I silence her with a hard kiss. My tongue tastes her deep, and when I draw back there’s no question who’s in charge.

“Then,” I whisper, “I work my way down the body. Like this.”

My tongue traces a path down her neck to her chest. She groans as I give each of her nipples my full attention in turn.

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