Page 18 of Seasoned
Renee was on fire, rocking her hips against his hard erection and gripping the back of his hand to prolong the attack on her neck. When his hands cupped her breasts, she shuddered. His thumbs tortured the nipples, teasing until a throbbing ache developed deep in her pelvis.
“I knew you would taste good,” he said in a guttural whisper. He kissed between her breasts and around the warm crests, laving his tongue over the soft flesh while continuing to wreak havoc with his hands.
His mouth seized hers again, and their tongues met in a furious tangle of need and pent-up animosity. She boldly moved her lips across his hair-covered jaw and nipped his chin. Meanwhile, her hands roamed freely over his back and ass, exploring the near-perfect masculine beauty of his body.
Renee sank her fingers into his tight behind, and Clive grunted. Calloused fingers tightened on the same breasts they’d been obsessed with for several minutes. The constant touching and squeezing was almost too much to bear. Between her legs was hot and aching.
“Do you taste this good everywhere?” he asked in a gravelly voice, sliding his hand to cup her sex.
Renee didn’t have time to answer before he lowered to his knees beside the bed and shoved his face between her legs. She knew it was coming, but was still unprepared for the penetration of his tongue. Twisting in shock, she gasped but immediately recovered and open for him.
Legs spread, one hand gripping the back of his head, she watched as he continued to go to work between her thighs. She’d never experienced anything so good. Her body became attuned to every lick, all the sucking, and the sounds from the back of his throat. He seemed to enjoy the act as much as she enjoyed having it performed on her. He conquered her sex with his tongue, searching out every inch with relish until a pending climax forced her to clamp her thighs around his head and angle her hips higher.
Knowing she was close energized him because his hands gripped her breasts, and his stiff tongue swirled against her clit with increased vigor. Head swimming, Renee hollered for release, finally achieved when he pushed past the slick entrance to her body to taste deeper.
The hairs on his face added to the delicious torture, and as the bottom fell out, she was falling,fallinginto heaven with a cry so loud she surely violated the neighborhood noise ordinance.
His job done, Clive rose slowly to his feet and wiped a hand across his damp beard. He gazed down at her—masculine, almost feral in the way his darkened eyes scoured her body. “You know we’re just getting started? The best is yet to come.”
Renee pressed a hand to her heaving chest. “My goodness, if that wasn’t your best…”
Clive smirked and commanded, “Over.”
“Wait, I—”
He flipped her onto her stomach with ease, which she appreciated because her bones had liquefied and she couldn’t move. Bent over the edge of the bed with her toes pushing against the floor, Renee felt vulnerable to whatever he planned to do next.
“Spread your legs.” From the corner of her eye she saw him retrieve a condom from his jeans.
Renee did as he told her, palms flat on the bed, anticipating his next move. She’d just had an explosive climax but wanted more and arched her butt as an offering. Clive palmed her bottom and smoothed one hand from the base of her spine up into her hair.
“You taste good. You’re soft.” He lowered onto her and closed one hand around both wrists like manacles, stretching her across the bed.
“What are you doing?” Renee whispered, excited, her breathing turning shallow.
“Giving you something to make you feel good so you’ll stop complaining. I think I’ll be doing the entire community a great service.”
“Maybe I’m the one who’ll be doing a—ah!”
Her eyes squeezed shut as he entered her with a firm thrust.
He stilled his movement. “You were saying?” he said in her ear.
Renee whimpered, squirming and pushing back. Sheneededhim to move.
“You want more?”
She bit her lip and nodded with enthusiasm, without a lick of shame.
“I can’t hear you. If I can’t hear you, I can’t give you what you want.” His lips remained next to her head, and his low, smoky voice filled her eardrums.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I want more. All—”
Her words broke on a cry of pure and utter pleasure, and her fingers curled into tight balls when his stroking resumed. Steady and strong, he moved with practiced skill, hands still gripping her wrists so she couldn’t move. Pinned to the bed, she absorbed his thrusts, moaning into the colorful cotton sheet as they intensified.
