Page 113 of Stone Seduction
A delicious tingle vibrated across my skin. I removed my jumper, exposing my upper half to him.
Wow. I felt so vulnerable yet incredibly sexy. We’d already fucked at the gargoyle tower. Despite that, nervous breaths still shivered past my lips, my skin alive with goosebumps and yearning. Even my nipples stood to attention.
Asher’s eyes drank me in. He licked those plump, delectable lips.
“Show me yours,” I commanded, my tone dripping with desire.
He removed his vest, showing off those incredible abs you could do laundry on. His chest was so firm, sculpted by an expert in wet dreams.
Asher got to his feet, facing me with feral lust. His chest was rising and falling, wicked glints in his eyes.
“Your turn,” he purred.
Fervent heat raced from the tips of my toes to my crown. I fingered the band of my pajama bottoms, the cotton a flimsy barrier between our flesh.
He watched, sliding a hand down his chest. “Yeah…”
Slowly, I stripped. My cock sprang free, pointing at him like a compass needle to magnetic north.
He winked at it. “Nice to see you again.”
I giggled, completely naked and at his mercy. More than ready for his touch.
“I love it,” he said, removing his shorts.
His huge, incredible cock throbbed, undoing any final traces of my inhibitions. I moved forward, dropped to my knees and shuffled closer, my appetite whet.
“What you doing down there?” Asher’s eyes were bright, the amber super vivid.
“Having a taste. Is that okay?”
“Go for it.”
Yum.
Wetting my lips, I kissed the tip of his hardness and reveled in his heightened breaths, the deep moans each kiss drew from him.
I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, my fingers finding his balls. Gently, I tickled them, my own tingling in response.
God, we’d only just begun, and I was already close to bursting all over my living room floor.
Not. Yet.
No diving into the scrummy lake yet.
A difficult prospect with his cock brushing against my chin, my tongue exploring every inch.
I needed it inside me.
My fingers still on his balls, I took him in my mouth. His girth choked me slightly, making my eyes water.
He stroked my hair. “You alright?”
I moaned a yes, rolling my shoulders. I adjusted my position to get a better angle.
“Luke…”
Slowly and surely, I rocked my head back and forth. His tip hit the back of my throat, my gag reflex okay. It welcomed the probing.
