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| Cover of Careful What You Wish For |
No longer was the kiss patient or seductive. It had turned possessive, hungry and demanding. And it was not the only part of his body to do so. His hands eagerly clamped both of my buttocks and he tugged me roughly to him.
My eyes shot open, as our bodies sharply came together and his semi-erect manhood prodded my hip. Throwing both arms around his neck, I pulled him close, as my tongue battled with his, claiming possession of his mouth.
Just as quickly as they had grabbed me, his hands left my ass, moving swiftly up my back and pulling on the zipper of my dress.
Untangling my arms from him I shimmied the spaghetti straps from my shoulders and lifted my arms out of both loops. The top of the dress slipped down, pooling at my waist, while he grappled with the clasp of the strapless black bra.
Wrenching his face away from mine, he tilted his upper body backwards, pausing before slowly peeling the lacy underwear from my breasts. As they were gradually revealed to him, a soft smile twitched at his lips. It was there for just the briefest of seconds, before his head swept forwards. His tongue licked fiercely at my right nipple, before sucking it into his mouth.
My fingers swept up to his hair, desperately trying to grip a handful, but it was too short. Instead, I ran them restlessly over the back of his head and arched my back, partly in enjoyment and partly in encouragement.
I whimpered weakly when the silent request went unheeded and he pulled his face away.
As his warm mouth left my body, his thumb rolled slowly of the wet areola and flicked teasingly over the rigid peak, causing me to pull my bottom lip between my teeth and bite down hard.
His lips meanwhile, alternately kissed and sucked their way down my abdomen, as he slowly sank to his knees. When he reached my naval, his hands grasped the dress that clung to my hips, as his tongue gently probed my belly button.
With only slight resistance, the dress fell to the carpet, forming a circle around my feet. If Alex was surprised or amused by my lack of underwear, he didn’t show it. His lips simply continued their journey south, while he placed his left hand gently at the back of my nylon-covered right knee and coaxed me into lifting the leg.
My body felt so limp, I was unable to do anything but acquiesce to his direction. Everything felt surreal, as though I were watching myself, as I glanced down to see him toss my leg over his shoulder. Then, in slow motion, his hand stroked its way up my thigh as his mouth drew closer to my body.
The warmth of his breath, teased at my damp outer lips and, squeezing my eyes closed, I bit down on my lip once more.
His tongue moved in one long, slow stroke, starting at my perineum and tasting me all the way up to my clit.
“Yes,” I hissed, as my body shivered violently. His large, strong hands quickly moved to my lower back to steady me. However, I got the distinct feeling that his hands would be no good if he continued to graze his teeth over my clitoris. Not that I was going to ask him to stop. Even if I ended up collapsing in a heap, I wouldn’t have cared.
Shifting his focus lower, his movements became more rapid, as he eagerly lapped at the fluid that coated the whole of my sex. And then, suddenly, his tongue was thrust inside.
“Fuck,” I gasped, my hands roaming wildly over his hair, as he dove in and out of me at a speed I wouldn’t have believed possible.
The orgasm was so close, every muscle in my body had become tense, my breath was coming in sharp, shallow pants. And then, the deafening sound of a zipper being pulled down filled my head.
Darting open, my eyes drifted down to the blonde head between my legs, which rhythmically shifted back and forth. No, he hadn’t unfastened his flies. My gaze snapped to Steve, whose hand was slipping between the gap in his pants.
“Are you okay?”
Wrenching my eyes from my husband’s erect cock, as he eased it out of his pants, I found Alex’s concerned eyes peering up at me.
“Yeah,” I whispered hoarsely, attempting a smile.
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