her breast was like molten silver surrounding her trembling flesh.
His eyes flashed with wicked intent as his other hand pulled
up her skirt one slow inch at a time. The taffeta rustled and creased in his
grip. “Even if you do manage to keep quiet, people are going to see these
wrinkles in your dress, your swollen lips and the satisfied glow on your face
and know exactly what we did in here.”
With his upper body, he bent her over the counter and his
hand moved from the rich fabric of her skirt to the puffy lips of her drenched
sex. His fingers slid along the slit and plunged into her sheath with no
effort.
Biting her lip, she swallowed her moan, her gaze torn
between the reflection of his wrist rotating under her skirt as he fucked her
with his hand and the stamp of lust on his face, making the blue in his eyes
glow like diamonds in the sun.
His hips hitched forward, pressing the damp head of his cock
against the seam of her ass. As he swiveled his hips, the blunt end stroked
over her bottom until it pressed against his churning fingers.
“God, you feel so good,” he moaned against her shoulder. “I
bet I could slide balls-deep in one thrust.”
A whimper broke past her vocal cords and she panted,
“Jorges.”
“Ah, baby.” He pressed a kiss to her temple as he laughed.
“I know this isn’t the best time to ask, or the most romantic, but are you on
birth control?”
What? He wanted her to think rationally? Now, with his
fingers twisting her nipples so deliciously?
“I’m—I’m. Pill. I’m on the Pill.”
“Thank God. I’m clean, you know. And I’ve always worn a
condom. But I don’t want to with you.”
Silence fell across the room as her world stopped. “What are
you saying?”
“I want to be inside you. Bare.” He nipped her earlobe. “I
want to feel this hot syrup bathe my cock. I want to mix my cum with yours. But
only if you want to, Miranda. It’s your choice.”
How the hell was she supposed to make such a huge decision
with his cock stroking between her thighs and his fingers rubbing against her
G-spot? Some people might think going without a condom was no big deal, but
this was a ginormous leap. He was asking her to trust him with her body.
Just as he risked trusting his with her.
Jorges was so tense against her back, he was like a stone
wall, every muscle tight as he awaited her answer.
“If I say no?”
He backed an inch away. “I can find a condom.”
“No.” Her fingers tightened around the lip of the sink. “I
want to feel you too.”
His posture relaxed and his fingers left her passage to
spread her lips open for the head of his cock to lodge against her opening. He
pushed in. Deeper and deeper and deeper he tunneled until the crown kissed her
cervix.
“Shit.” He groaned, squeezing his eyes tightly shut he
muttered, “Bad idea. Bad idea. Bad idea.”
Lordy, how so? He felt wonderful gliding inside her without
the catch of latex rubbing her raw.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m going to last two seconds. Exquisite. That’s the only
thing I can think of right now to describe this feeling. Exquisite. Ah, don’t
move.” His hot breath dampened the hair at her nape.
With that little plea, he unleashed her inner vixen,
releasing a woman who was sure in her sensuality and who wanted to see her man
brought to his knees.
She flexed the muscles in her cunt, caressing his length in
pulsating ripples.
“Damn it. Don’t move.”
“Jorges.” She covered his hand that palmed her mound. “Is
this the last time we’re having sex?”
“Fuck no.”
“Then take me. Fuck me now.” She turned to whisper the
naughty thought that came to mind. “Later I’ll spread my legs for you to show
you how well you fucked me. I’ll play with my pussy and take your cum that
spills out and paint my nipples.”
His arms tensed around her a split second before he pulled
back and lunged in a burst of power. Her hand flew up, slapping the mirror to
keep from smacking her head
His eyes flashed with wicked intent as his other hand pulled
up her skirt one slow inch at a time. The taffeta rustled and creased in his
grip. “Even if you do manage to keep quiet, people are going to see these
wrinkles in your dress, your swollen lips and the satisfied glow on your face
and know exactly what we did in here.”
With his upper body, he bent her over the counter and his
hand moved from the rich fabric of her skirt to the puffy lips of her drenched
sex. His fingers slid along the slit and plunged into her sheath with no
effort.
Biting her lip, she swallowed her moan, her gaze torn
between the reflection of his wrist rotating under her skirt as he fucked her
with his hand and the stamp of lust on his face, making the blue in his eyes
glow like diamonds in the sun.
His hips hitched forward, pressing the damp head of his cock
against the seam of her ass. As he swiveled his hips, the blunt end stroked
over her bottom until it pressed against his churning fingers.
“God, you feel so good,” he moaned against her shoulder. “I
bet I could slide balls-deep in one thrust.”
A whimper broke past her vocal cords and she panted,
“Jorges.”
“Ah, baby.” He pressed a kiss to her temple as he laughed.
“I know this isn’t the best time to ask, or the most romantic, but are you on
birth control?”
What? He wanted her to think rationally? Now, with his
fingers twisting her nipples so deliciously?
“I’m—I’m. Pill. I’m on the Pill.”
“Thank God. I’m clean, you know. And I’ve always worn a
condom. But I don’t want to with you.”
Silence fell across the room as her world stopped. “What are
you saying?”
“I want to be inside you. Bare.” He nipped her earlobe. “I
want to feel this hot syrup bathe my cock. I want to mix my cum with yours. But
only if you want to, Miranda. It’s your choice.”
How the hell was she supposed to make such a huge decision
with his cock stroking between her thighs and his fingers rubbing against her
G-spot? Some people might think going without a condom was no big deal, but
this was a ginormous leap. He was asking her to trust him with her body.
Just as he risked trusting his with her.
Jorges was so tense against her back, he was like a stone
wall, every muscle tight as he awaited her answer.
“If I say no?”
He backed an inch away. “I can find a condom.”
“No.” Her fingers tightened around the lip of the sink. “I
want to feel you too.”
His posture relaxed and his fingers left her passage to
spread her lips open for the head of his cock to lodge against her opening. He
pushed in. Deeper and deeper and deeper he tunneled until the crown kissed her
cervix.
“Shit.” He groaned, squeezing his eyes tightly shut he
muttered, “Bad idea. Bad idea. Bad idea.”
Lordy, how so? He felt wonderful gliding inside her without
the catch of latex rubbing her raw.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m going to last two seconds. Exquisite. That’s the only
thing I can think of right now to describe this feeling. Exquisite. Ah, don’t
move.” His hot breath dampened the hair at her nape.
With that little plea, he unleashed her inner vixen,
releasing a woman who was sure in her sensuality and who wanted to see her man
brought to his knees.
She flexed the muscles in her cunt, caressing his length in
pulsating ripples.
“Damn it. Don’t move.”
“Jorges.” She covered his hand that palmed her mound. “Is
this the last time we’re having sex?”
“Fuck no.”
“Then take me. Fuck me now.” She turned to whisper the
naughty thought that came to mind. “Later I’ll spread my legs for you to show
you how well you fucked me. I’ll play with my pussy and take your cum that
spills out and paint my nipples.”
His arms tensed around her a split second before he pulled
back and lunged in a burst of power. Her hand flew up, slapping the mirror to
keep from smacking her head
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