Page 64 of Steamy on Set

Standing here in just a bra and underwear, I’m thankful for my incessant need to match. The red top and bottom stand out against my molten brown skin. I feel his stare roam up and down my body as I wait there. He gestures with one lift of his chin for me to keep going.

The bralette comes off with one pull, leaving my tits exposed. The air puckers my nipples, causing them to grow to stiff points. Only one piece of clothing remains. The red lace underwear barely conceals anything, allowing him a glimpse of my other lips. I slide my fingers into the sides and look up at him for permission. He nods once, and I drop them.

Fully naked, I spin around, letting him get a good look at my ass. I turn back to face him and see his hands are clenched as though he is fighting the urge to grab me. Drinking me in, his eyes hold pure thirst, like I’ve deprived him of my taste for too long.

Without any clothing, he can see all of me. Every roll that makes up the curves of my stomach. Every dip and dimple from my cellulite. He can see the way my boobs hang from gravity pulling them down. Errol sees it and he wants it.

“Come here.” Reaching out his hand, he beckons me forward.

I walk closer and grab it as he stands up and steps to the side, directing me to the bed. I lay back on my elbows, making it possible for me to still see him, my hair splaying out on my shoulders. I expect him to strip now and give me a show, but he just stands at the edge, looking down at me.

“Like what you see?” I ask, feeling proud of my body.

“I love what I see.”

I spread my legs, letting him glimpse the wetness his presence creates. His eyes flicker right to my folds as he licks his lips in anticipation.

“Your turn.”

“No.” He slides down onto his knees. Leaning forward, he plants a kiss on my ankle, all while keeping eye contact. When his lips touch the other one, his hands slide up and down my calves, spreading my thick thighs even more.

I feel raw being exposed like this in front of him when he has so much clothing on. My nerve endings are sizzling, with everytouch warming me up until I’m heated. When he makes it to my knees, he looks up at me over my stomach.

In one swift yank, he pulls me close to his face, resting my legs on his shoulders. His mouth is right up against my clit, and his breath breezes across my bare skin.

“You smell delicious,” he says with one big inhale.

The light sensation of the air teases me, making me throw my head back. I want him to lick me. I want him to dive in and feel what he is doing to my body. He blows out a heavy sigh, and I slide down, pushing my want towards him.

“Then taste me,” I command.

As if just waiting for permission, he dives in. His tongue goes right for my hole, his nose pressing against my clit as he pushes his whole face into my soaking flesh. The sensation of his tongue fucking me shoots up my spine, arching my back. Darkness dances in my eyes as I shut my lids, letting the moans break free from my lips.

Every slide in and out sends my head a little farther back. I lose all my senses but touch, the feeling short-circuiting my brain. My hips pump in rhythm with his mouth as I face-fuck him back. I can’t get enough, while not knowing how much more I can take. When he replaces his tongue with a finger, curling it so that every pump hits the sweet spot, I melt even more. Moving his tongue up to my nub of pleasure, he circles the sensitive bud before licking back down.

He continues this pattern, throwing in a small nibble in between each lap. His full lips are moving and sucking me at the same time, sending me squirming closer trying to get more. The sensation of him moving between my legs is intoxicating. I’m drunk on the pleasure to the point where the world seems to be spinning. I don’t know which way is up or down, all I know is his mouth working me into a frenzy. He adds a second finger, and I feel like I’m going to explode. Fireworks burst across my eyelids,the celebration of this momentous event creeping towards the grand finale.

Overcome with every feeling his touch is eliciting from me with each lap, I clench my thighs. His moans of pleasure as he happily dives into my sex are the final push to send me hurtling towards the peak. My hands clench the blanket, my legs crossing around his neck, trapping him in between my thighs. The scream builds all the way from my pleasure point up through my chest to erupt from my lips in one long shattering praise.

“Yes Errol!”

He continues to lick, sliding slower up and down, tasting the orgasm he just gave me.

“I can’t.” I shiver with every languid touch that follows my come down.

He kisses me one last time, then he lifts my legs and slides free. His lips are glistening with my wetness. The image alone is enough to get me going again, as I take in the sight of his face covered in me. His tongue eases across his lips, taking in one final taste. I wait for him to wipe the rest away, but he leaves it there like a trophy of his triumph in making me come.

“More,” I demand, a request to make my legs shake again.

“Tomorrow.” He curls up next to me. Pulling my naked body against his still-clothed form, he rubs his hand up and down my thigh. It’s not long until I succumb to sleep with the soothing feeling of his body around mine.

Chapter 23

Thesoundofhisalarm going off wakes me up. At some point during the night, he had put a spare blanket over us and gotten undress. I feel his bare torso against my skin. Pressed against me is the full length of his morning wood, going from the dip of my ass to the middle of my back. I want to touch it and see if the girth matches his impressive length.

I turn to face him and see if he’s awake yet. Dark pools meet mine as Errol lets out a yawn. He looks like a relaxing lion taking in his pride. The idea that I belong to him urges my hand lower until it wraps around his dick. He is big. Filling my hand easily, my fingers just meet on the other side. His eyes widen a little at my touch, before sliding into a satisfied squint. Half lidded, theywatch me with arousal. My hand is still wrapped around him, holding on over his underwear.

“What are you doing?” He looks at me with a half smile.

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