Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [102]
Her small hand pumped his dick with slow, aching precision, the sensation sweet enough that a selfish man would have been content to lay back and let her work him over that way all night long. But this was his last night with Laura, a fact he was all too painfully aware of, so he felt the urge to take control, to make sure he got all of her he could before they were done here.
Sitting up, he slipped his thumbs into the red straps of her bra and eased them off her shoulders. His groin tightened further at the sight of the lace falling just past her lush pink nipples, hard and pointed. The bra still cupped the bottoms of her breasts, underlining them with lace. He simply beheld them for a moment, then stroked his thumbs across the pert peaks. She drew in her breath—a soft, scintillating sound—and he found himself tweaking the pink tips, twirling the taut buds between his fingertips until her breath came harder, harder.
He leaned in to kiss her and the sensation ran all through him, heightening his reaction to her continued strokes between his legs.
“I love when you touch me,” she said on a ragged whisper.
The words ignited a fresh blaze deep inside him. “I love to hear you say that. When we first met, you never would’ve said something like that.”
Her eyes appeared glazed, and her chest heaved with labored breathing. “You changed me.”
He met her gaze—and had to have more of her.
Capturing her wrists in his hands, he pushed her to her back on the quilt, shifting to hover over her, let his body graze the slopes of hers. His erection skimmed her soft belly. “I want you so damn much,” he ground out through clenched teeth before he pressed his mouth hungrily back to hers. Her fingers wound through his hair and her thighs parted beneath him so that he could nestle his hard length where she was the softest.
Breaking the kiss, he dropped his mouth to her breasts, suckling first one then the other, his cock going harder every time she moaned. He held the outer curves of her breasts with both hands as he switched back and forth between them, sucking soft and sweet, using his tongue to lick, then pulling harder, wanting to take them deep, wanting to feel her nipples elongate even farther between his lips. She whimpered beneath him now, lifting her crotch against him, and he loved making her so wild, taking away her control. That’s what he’d yearned for from the beginning—to make Laura drop that shy little shield of protection, to take away all her inhibitions. And now he had it, sweet Laura writhing and trembling beneath him, responding to his every touch.
“I need to taste your pussy,” he rasped over her, then kissed his way down her smooth stomach, listening to her breath catch with each inch he descended.
“Yes,” she breathed before he was even there. “Yes, baby, please.”
A bolt of masculine satisfaction shot through him, spreading outward when he lowered a kiss to the front of her pretty panties. Her breath still came heavy as he hooked his thumbs through the elastic at both hips and proceeded to roll them slowly down. His blood ran hotter the second his eyes fell on that lovely pussy she’d bared just for him.
Tossing the thong quickly aside, he parted her legs again, wide, and knelt to kiss her moist pink folds. She sighed, and he used both thumbs to play with the delicate creases of warm flesh as he lowered another kiss to her clit, swollen and damp. This time she moaned.
He kissed the hot nub again with both tongue and lips as she lifted against his mouth in a slow, sensual rhythm that drove him wild. Dropping lower, he licked deeply into her, drinking of her, wanting to take her juices inside him, wanting to feel her welcoming