Voyeur - Lacey Alexander [68]
As she lifted his wet shaft from between her breasts to wrap her lips back around the head, he delivered a sudden and incredible pressure to her cunt. Oh God, what was that? She cried out—then realized he’d pushed their old friend the vibrator inside her when she’d least expected it.
Her body’s natural response was to meet the slow, firm thrusts he now delivered, although she let his cock fall from her mouth to breathe, “Where did that come from?” She didn’t even know the last time she’d seen it. Not that she was complaining. It made for a very welcome intrusion. His moist tongue on her clit and the toy inside her at the same time brought on a whole new sumptuous pleasure.
“Found it under the bed,” he rasped.
“Oh God,” she sighed, meeting another thrust, taking the sex toy deeper.
“Feel good, honey?”
“Mmm” was all she could say.
And all she even wanted to say—because she had better things to do with her mouth. She suddenly wanted it back around his penis—badly—and didn’t hesitate to wrap her fist around his length and pull his powerful erection back between her eager lips.
She sucked him vigorously, even more than before, as he drove the vibrator into her below. Oh God, the waves of delight that shook her, consumed her—not orgasm, but a marvelous feeling of such fullness that she couldn’t have conceived of it before experiencing it. His shaft in her mouth and another in her pussy. Being filled in both openings somehow delivered more than just twice the pleasure—just like having the attention of two men earlier.
Of course, this was more intense. This was hot, raw, swallowing sex. She let it do that—swallow her. She quit thinking and only responded. His mouth worked just above the toy—she couldn’t see but thought he was sucking her clit. She sobbed her pleasure around the erection between her lips, stunned and amazed and as deep into pleasure as she’d ever been.
She’d always enjoyed going down on Braden—way more than with other men—but now even that was different. She wanted him to fuck her mouth, actively fill it as he filled her below. She knew a desire for hardness, for maleness, that she’d never known before this moment, an almost blinding lust to be overtaken in every way, to have her whole body filled with him.
She pulled him to her mouth, silently urging him to thrust. Yes, yes. He drove in firm, short lunges. And below, the marvelous vibrator fucked her and his sweet tongue laved her. Frantic cries erupted from her throat, around his length. Her whole body felt pleasantly pummeled with hard male shafts, and she moved against both, maddened by the glorious sensations stretching through her.
The orgasm struck with little warning, forcing her to release his cock as she screamed her joy. “Oh God, baby, oh God!” The pulses of heat racked her from head to toe, over and over, almost violent in their intensity, to leave her thoroughly spent when it was done.
Opening her eyes to see his majestic erection still only a few inches away, glistening from her ministrations, she gently kissed the tip, a tiny thank you for such overwhelming pleasure.
Below, he slowly extracted the vibrator, then shifted in bed to come face to face with her in the shadowy room. His eyes gleamed wickedly. “Was that as good as it sounded?”
She drew in her breath. “Completely mind-blowing.”
Once upon a time she would have said, This isn’t me, this isn’t me. But she’d long since stopped that. Because, now, it was her.
Chapter Twelve
“Wake up, snowflake. It’s a beautiful day and you need to get outside.”
Laura opened bleary eyes, surprised to see her lover standing over her, fully dressed in jeans, a flannel shirt open over a dark green T-shirt, and sturdy outdoor boots. He looked as rugged and handsome as ever, one lock of dark hair dipping recklessly over his forehead, his chin dusted with stubble.
“You know I need to write,” she said. Just like yesterday, spending the day with him would be delicious, but she had to