Bare Skin (Skin Deep 5)

I jerked away from him, finally, and frantically stripped my clothes off, falling back on the bed and spreading myself for him, arching up, blindly asking him to touch me, to taste me.

He stripped his own clothes off and crawled over me, his rock hard length bobbing and straining in the space between us. I reached down and cradled him in my hand, loving the feel of him, hot and heavy, tracing my thumb over the tiny pearl of moisture gathered at his tip.

He grunted and thrust his hips, sliding his cock against my hand reflexively, then tapped my hip, growling, “Up.”

I complied, getting to my knees in front of him, but he moved, lying down on the bed where I’d just been. He reached over and gripped my hips, lifting me up and over him until my knees were straddling his head.

As soon as he did that, I knew what he wanted. I leaned forward and slid his cock between my lips as I lowered my pussy toward his waiting mouth, crying out around him as his tongue swiped through my folds, then speared inside me.

I tried to concentrate on what I was doing, sucking him deep, licking him up and down, but the assault his mouth was waging on my sex was too much.

He was pushing me towards the edge, and I was hovering on the precipice of a violently blissful orgasm…but he wouldn’t let me fall over.