Page 155 of Under Her Skin
She wiggled her little finger at me and I growled at what shewanted.
“More?” I askedher.
She merely nodded, making her long, damp, dark tresses bounce around her porcelain face and deep blue eyes. Her red lips pursed as she laid back and beckoned me toher.
My heart pounded hard as I looked over her body spread out on that bed and she wanted me. She was perfect from head to toe and that beautiful body wanted mine all overit.
Her perfect breast I took in my hand as I climbed on the bed next to her. The springs groaned under my weight and gave a bit. She rolled towards me, landing on herside.
We both laughed a little, and I moved her to her back and laid next to her. Her breast still in my hand, I kneaded it and massaged it as she ran her hand through myhair.
“I love the way your hair looks when it’s wet,” she toldme.
“I love the way your hair looks all the time,” I toldher.
Her hand slid out of my hair and over my shoulder. “I love the way your muscles feel under my hand,” shesaid.
My mouth quirked into a crooked smile. “I love the way your breasts feel under myhand.”
Her hand left my shoulder and traveled to my tight abs. “I love the way you're tight as hell stomach tightens even more when I touchit.”
I slid my hand off her mountainous breast over her stomach and onto her warm, soft sex. “I love the way this tightens when I touchit.”
She slid her hand lower and took my cock into it. She moved her hand up and down the long length of it. “I love the way this thing gets even bigger when I touchit.”
“We’re just about out of places to touch each other,” I said as I palmed her, slipping one finger insideher.
She continued to run her hand up and down my dick, making it grow and grow. “I love the way your tongue feels in mymouth.”
With a smile I leaned over her and said, “Me too.” I kissed her and her lips parted, inviting me right in, so in Iwent.
Ikissedher deep as I palmed her and fingered her and she ran her hand over my dick, squeezing at the most appropriate of times. The thought ran through my head that I could stay like that forever. Just stroking her tongue with mine and moving my finger in and out of her while my palm pumped against her swellingclit.
But her hand stroking my dick was making me want just a touch more. Before I realized it, I was panting and my dick was nearly ready to take off on its own. I couldn’t have that, so I moved my hand off her and moved my body overhers.
Missionary position it had to be as I was afraid anything else might bounce us right off the bed. Even as I tried to press my throbbing dick into her, her body moved deeper into the bed, moving away fromme.
“You’re going to need to arch up to me, baby,” I pulled my lips off hers to tellher.
Her hips left the bed and finally my dick went into her hot, slick lovecanal.
Yes, I called it a love canal! Deal withit!
Every timeI pulled away from her, she would let her hips drop back to the bed and arch up to meet me with the next stroke. We were working in unison and it wasfantastic.
But it was just too slow going and being the impatient woman Rachelle is, she stopped and said, “Get off thebed.”
“What?” I asked, confused. Had I done somethingwrong?
“Just do it. This isn’t enough forme.”
Iclimbedoff her and waited to see what the hell she wanted to do as my rock hard dick began to grow a littlecold.
“Might want to hurry before little Blake gets too cold and we have to start from the very beginning,” I toldher.
She scooted her body to the side of the bed until her legs dangled off and her ass was at the very edge. I looked down at her and had to wonder how she knew the bed was at exactly the right height for me to stand up and take her likethat.
With a smile she wiggled her finger at me and I moved into position. Her legs wrapped around my ass and she was ready to go. The first thrust sent her flying backwards as the old mattress moved with myweight.
