The Burlington Manor Affair

He nodded his approval, then lowered his head and closed his mouth over her sex.

Carmen jerked against her restraints, then melted.

He dipped his tongue into the damp groove of her pussy. “Oh, yes,” he whispered, “I’ve wanted to taste you so badly.”

His warm breath over her sensitive folds made her lift and jerk again, but she was weak with lust and it was futile. He pushed his hands under her buttocks, physically lifting her as he went down on her, devouring her.

The rush, the pleasure—Carmen almost passed out, but the lap of his tongue on her clit anchored her. She glanced down and saw the muscles in his shoulders ripple as he worked her. Her clit felt unbearably tight and hot, and so sensitive. Then Rex sucked hard on her clit and thrust a finger into her sex, and she hit her peak.

The sudden rush of release made her arch and twist. Panting loudly, she squeezed her thighs together as soon as she felt him pull away. The action only made her aware of her own state of wetness.

By the time she surfaced, Rex was kneeling up on the bed with his fist wrapped around the shaft of his erection. He began to ride it up and down. With the other hand, he brandished a condom packet.

“Ready to receive?” His mouth was set in an amused smile, his very posture oozing self-assured confidence.

Carmen bit her lip to stop herself snapping. Despite the fact she’d just come, her body was wired with expectation.

Rex tore open the packet, tossed the wrapper aside and rolled the condom onto his impressive erection.

Carmen watched, mesmerized by the sight of him.

He lifted her legs wider apart and climbed between them. Resting on his elbows, he stared down at her, locking her gaze with his. His cock pressed against her splayed sex, hard and hot.

“Oh!” Her hips rocked, she couldn’t help it.

Rex smiled. “Eager. Nice.”

“What do you expect,” she snapped, glaring at him, “you’ve done this!”

“Hey, no need to thank me.”

With an exaggerated sigh of frustration, she rolled h

er head on the pillows and looked away. It didn’t help, because when she did she saw them reflected in the mirror beyond. Rex, between her thighs, his muscled physique poised over her, his shoulders and back flexing as he began to roll his hips against hers, his body pistonlike.

Thankfully he reached down and directed his cock inside, stretching her open and filling her. The garbled noise she made in response was a primitive sound, the likes of which she’d never uttered before.

He pushed deeper.

Sheer bliss rolled over her.

Then she wanted more. His thrusts, friction. “Oh, please.”

“What? What is it you need?”

Damn him. He was holding back.

When he moved his cock, ever so slightly, teasing her, she moaned aloud. “More,” she cried, “more!”

“I thought as much.” Pulling back, he rode deep to her core.

Her center throbbed wildly when his crown pressed there, then he drew back and thrust again. Panting for breath, she felt consumed by this act—so longed for, so tangled with implications and ramifications.

He began to thrust faster, massaging her right there in that sweet spot.

“Oh, oh!”

“I’ve got you, my little bird.” His tone was tender. “This has been a long time coming.”