I tasted him then. He had a taste! He was resting on my tongue, heavy and hard when I withdrew and licked him experimentally. Slightly salty and something else. Something that I really
liked. Like the water from the creek after it had rained. I licked him again. Gently and with total dedication. Like a dog.
‘Oh fuck. That’s it. That’s good,’ he groaned.
That encouraged and emboldened me. I could do this. My lips closed on the shaft and my tongue slid around and explored the shape of the swollen head. His hand curved around the back of
my head. Clawing into my hair, he guided my face forward and forced my mouth to take more of him.
‘Fuck, Tawny,’ he groaned. ‘I always knew you’d feel amazing.’
His hips moved forwards and back as his cock slid gently in and out of my mouth and I sucked him with deep, drawing pulls. Then he pulled out of my mouth with a wet slapping sound.
‘What’s the matter?’ I whispered, surprised. I wanted to satisfy him, to feel him climax, to return the pleasure he had given me.
‘Absolutely nothing,’ he said softly and, bending down to the floor, picked up a foil packet.
‘Oh,’ I said. It was strange, exciting and a little frightening. I shivered at the thought of something that long and thick and solid was going to go into my body.
He fitted the rubber on himself, pushed me back down on the bed, and opened my legs wide.
‘Keep your knees up,’ he instructed, and positioned himself between my legs. I loved our bodies being entwined and joined, his chest crushing down on my breasts, his hard naked body
pressing down on mine, and those strong powerful thighs spreading me wide open. Even more, I think, I loved the anticipation.
My fingers gripped his gorgeous arm muscles. I could feel them flex when he raised himself slightly and, pointing the enormous head of his cock over the entrance into my body, pushed in.
I inhaled sharply, my eyes widening with surprise.
Good God. He was only partially inside me, but it felt like a thick, deep intrusion. Painful and not pleasurable at all. My thighs were spread wide, but my body was distressed. How would
all of him fit? Suddenly, I felt tiny and helpless under his big powerful body.
I must have whimpered because he paused.
Dipping his head down, he murmured, ‘It’s OK, Tawny. Just relax. It won’t hurt in a while.’
He looked down at me almost hypnotically, while his hands stroked my body, soothing and calming me. Then his tongue entered my mouth and my fear faded almost instantly. The kiss was
hard, demanding and fiery and I became lost in it. I sensed my body supplicating to his, my legs spreading even further apart. His mouth was locked to mine, his tongue deep inside my
mouth, I was vaguely aware of the turgid shaft slowly working deeper and deeper into me with each gentle thrust. Slowly but surely, he was travelling into the depths of my body.
I sucked his tongue blindly. Nothing else existed but us and what he was doing to my body. When he tried to pull away I moaned into his dominating mouth.
Lord Greystoke
Tawny’s body was like heaven. Wet, warm, tight, and so fucking responsive. I luxuriated in the way her slender thighs cradled me and I enjoyed her little groans and whimpers, the
plaintiveness of them, the excitement on her face, the strained look of surprise and pain in her glazed eyes, and the way her hands grabbed handfuls of the bed sheets as I forced my cock
into her.
It had taken every ounce of my willpower not to fuck her hard. Hell, I wanted nothing more, but I didn’t. Not this time. There would be other times for that. Many other times.
Stilled inside her tight, hot, slippery channel, I could feel the heat of her sex and the soft downy feel of her pubic hair against my shaft. My cock was pulsating and my balls were so
heavy and full they were like ripe fruit ready to burst.
Hell, I couldn’t wait anymore, but the icing on the cake is when you can get her to come at the same time as you. I hadn’t gone all the way to the hilt, so I reached my hand between us
and began to circle her slick clit with my finger.
Her eyes widened in surprise.
I felt her clench my shaft tightly as she arched herself beneath me, her feet kicking high towards the ceiling, her hands clutching my biceps as she climaxed at the same time I did.
CHAPTER 23
Tawny Maxwell
‘That’s going to be a very hard act to top,’ I breathed into his ear, as he lay on top of me, his cock still buried inside me.
He chuckled.
‘What?’ I asked.
‘Nothing.’
‘No, really, what’s so funny?’ I insisted.