Page 45 of Inferno
They were silent for a few minutes, basking in the romantic ambiance provided by the soft candlelight, the soothing water and the glittering shower of stars across the night sky.
“This is nice,” Stan murmured contentedly.
“Umm-hmm,” Prissy agreed, her head resting on his shoulder. “We need to unwind in the Jacuzzi more often.”
“Definitely.”Stan rubbed his cheek against her damp, silky hair. “I wish you didn’t have to leave tomorrow.”
“I know,” she lamented with a sigh. “But I’ve already committed to teaching the workshop on educating tomorrow’s leaders. And it’s important for me to network with my peers around the country.”
“I know,” Stan conceded with a low chuckle. “I’m just being greedy, wanting to keep you all to myself for as long as possible.”
“Mmm, I love it when you’re greedy. In fact,” Prissy purred as she reached underwater to wrap her fingers around his shaft, “I’m feeling a little greedy myself.”
Stan groaned with pleasure as she stroked him slowly and provocatively, gliding her hand up and down his rigid length. Pulse pounding violently, he lowered his head and slanted his mouth over hers. She moaned softly as he suckled her plush lower lip before sliding his tongue into her mouth, savoring the cool sweetness of the wine mingled with her own intoxicating nectar.
Prissy sensually twirled her tongue around his as her hand continued caressing his shaft, pumping him from base to tip while massaging his painfully tight balls. When he couldn’t take any more, he pulled away and whispered roughly, “Stand up so I can taste you.”
She smiled, her eyes as darkly shimmering as the water. Slowly she rose, looking like some voluptuous water nymph surfacing from an enchanted lake, beautiful brown skin glowing in the candlelight. Spellbound, Stan watched as she stood over him with rivulets of water streaming down her generous breasts and soft belly before disappearing into the neat triangle of curls between her thick thighs.
Stan swallowed hard, lust pounding through his blood as he devoured her luscious, womanly curves. Her body was built for sex, for giving a man the kind of scorchingly erotic pleasure that enslaved him for life.
As Prissy straddled his legs, Stan cupped her round butt cheeks and leaned forward to place a gentle, reverent kiss upon her belly. She quivered, her hands latching onto his shoulders for support.
“Sweet, beautiful wife,” he husked, trailing kisses down to the silken vee between her thighs. When he flicked his tongue over her taut clit, her hips bucked and her legs wobbled. He tightened his grip on her, holding her upright as he licked her swollen lips.
Prissy mewled and arched backward, her hands clutching the back of his head.
Groin throbbing with need, Stan buried his mouth in her warm, fleshy mound and went to work nibbling her clit and sucking her labia.
“Baby,” Prissy whimpered, helplessly grinding her hips against his face. “Oh, baby, that feels so damngood…”
Keeping one hand firmly around her waist, Stan used his thumb and forefinger to gently pull back the hood of her clit, exposing the sensitized nerve endings. When he drew the slick nub deep into his mouth, Prissy came with a wild cry, her body shaking uncontrollably as her orgasm flooded her.
As her knees gave out, Stan caught her and eased her down onto his lap.
She smiled weakly, looping her arms around his neck as she straddled his waist. “You know you get me every time you do that,” she whispered.
“Good,” Stan murmured as they shared an openmouthed kiss, tongues tangling erotically. His shaft, wedged between their wet bodies, was painfully erect and throbbing. As Prissy deepened the carnal kiss, he closed his eyes, unbearably aroused by the stiffness of her nipples poking his chest and the pulsing heat of her sex pressed against his thigh.
Dragging her lips to his ear, Prissy whispered seductively, “Your turn.”
His breath snagged inside his throat. When she climbed off his lap, he rose from the water and stared down at her as she knelt before him.
“Mmmm,” she purred, admiring his engorged penis jutting toward her face.“Looks likesomebodywants some special attention.”
Stan shivered at the feel of her wet, warm fingers curling around the thick base of his shaft. She stroked him slowly and sensually until pearly drops of precome began dripping out of him, lubricating her hand.
“Ummm,” Prissy moaned, licking her slippery fingers as if she were licking off the most delicious icing.
Watching her, Stan groaned hoarsely. “You’re killing me, babe.”
“Oh, is that what I’m doing?” Her eyes glimmered with naughty mischief as she leaned forward and flicked her tongue over the swollen head of his penis.
Stan jerked, electric jolts shooting down his spine. “Little witch,” he whispered.
Prissy gave him a smile of such carnalsensuality,he nearly came right then and there.
As she took him deep into her hot mouth, Stan inhaled a sharp breath.
