What She Craves. Lacy Danes
crevice at the base of her throat. A groan crept from deep within her chest as she imagined his tongue licking the rest of her, the moist heat circling her breasts, her belly button, and her sex. Oh God. She needed this. She needed him. Her hands gripped his shoulders, then trailed to his neck, searching for bare, hot skin.
“Hannah?” His mouth pulled from her flesh, and her eyes fluttered open. He stared at her. “What do you need, sweet?”
“I…I want to see your prick,” she blurted.
Please, please don’t pull away from me. Her breath hitched as his muscles tensed and he pushed away from her. His brows drew together, and he stared at her with an amused smile. He wasn’t displeased. Thank goodness.
He sat back on his feet and pulled her up to kneel beside him, grinning. “Do you?”
His hands busily worked at the last two fastenings of his buckskins, then he reached in and slid his phallus out. Her breath caught. Beautiful. More beautiful than she remembered. His prick jumped in his hand, and as he gazed back at her, the corner of her lips turned up. “Can I touch it, Kenny?”
“Yes,” he said, and closed his eyes.
She scooted forward so that her legs touched his, and trailed her fingers about the smooth shaft. A deep groan rumbled in his chest.
The blazing heat of his prick seeped through her icy skin. The head, the shape of a plum, with a deep ridge where the shaft connected, made her mouth water. Her lips would fit in that indentation.
Closing her fingers about the shaft, she could barely circumference the girth. She placed her other hand above her first and gripped him. Amazing, room still resided between her hand and the fat tip.
She wanted to lick the heated skin. To taste his satiny smoothness. Her tongue slid out and wet her lips. Glancing up, she met black pools of heat.
He licked his lips, gritted his teeth, then nodded. “Lark me with your mouth, Hannah.”
He knew what she wanted. She wet her lips again as he reclined farther back and outstretched his long legs.
Please let me do this right.
She stared at the round plump head—Do just as Emma did—then leaned in and placed her pursed lips on the tip. His body jerked and his breath caught.
The hot tip tasted of salt, and the flesh smelled deliciously sweet and spicy. Sliding her tongue through her lips, she licked the eye at the tip.
His hand fumbled, pushing up her skirts, and slid up the length of her leg. She jumped at the intimate caress, and wetness flowed from between her legs. He was going to touch her weeping flesh. Good Lord, yes. She wanted his touch there. Her thighs parted to welcome him.
His large hand seized her bum and sensation seeped through her. She paused to savor his heat on her skin. If she disgusted him before this was through, she would have this moment locked away for her lonely nights.
His fingers probed between her bum cheeks, pushing into her wetness. Oh! Her sex throbbed. Her breath jittered with each stroke he made. She needed to return the sensation. She slid her lips down the sculpted taper of his phallus to the deep ridge, swirling the edge with her moisture.
“Damn, sweet.” His hips jerked up, and a finger curled into the opening of her sex.
“Uhh…” Her hips pressed down against the invasion. She wanted him deeper within her.
“Take more, my sweet, please. Lick the head…suck me into your mouth…like you wanted to when you watched.”
Good Lord, he saw that. It didn’t matter. She wanted to lick his prick, suck his hardness, and taste his seed.
Placing her hand at the base of the staff, as she had read in one of her books, she slid three inches of hot male flesh into her mouth. “Umm.” Her tongue rubbed the underside, feeling the raised veins and sucking back to the tip. Kenny groaned deliciously and breathed in, clenching his teeth.
She sucked him again and again, each time achieving the same result. Each groan from him melted her reluctance, emboldened her actions, and made her body hum. His fingers slid in and out of her sex. As her hips pressed down, his thumb pressed into her bumhole.
Her entire body tensed. “Ahh.” What a strange sensation. The pressure turned pleasurable as he moved his fingers, and the bliss intensified.
She continued to suck to the top of his prick, then swirled the fat spear with her tongue. The saltiness of his skin turned tangy, and she could feel his sack tighten under her hands.
“Good God, Hannah. I’m about to discharge.”
Indeed, she wanted to taste him. Placing her other hand fully on the sack, she massaged as she descended.
“Hannah…” His hips rose again, and she slid him farther into her mouth. Fingers laced through her hair, grasping her head. She sucked back to the tip. His hips thrust up, and she slid down.
“Oh…uh…by God, H-Hannah!” he shouted, clenching her head as he thrust his hips. His penis slid in and out of her mouth and gush after gush of hot custard spurted into her. His hips settled back to the ground, and she slid off his hard phallus. Swallowing the tangy fluid, she smiled.
She enjoyed the taste of him. Her tongue traced her lips. Even more, she enjoyed pleasuring him. She did it. She pleasured him. A grin spread from ear to ear. She wanted to get up and dance a jig around his spent body.
There was no way he could say otherwise. He had cried out, and she had caused his delight.
His chest rose and fell with labored breaths.
She sat back on her feet and stared at his penis as the flesh shriveled. Her hand trailed up the inside of his thigh and traced the base of the rod with her fingers. The hairs created a black nest for his manhood to lie against. Could she arouse him again? She glanced at his face. A small smile curved his lips but he still didn’t move. She bit her lip and stared at his flaccid sex, then wrapped her hand about the prick.
He chuckled. “Not yet, sweet.” His hand possessed her wrist. “Come here. My turn.”
He rose up on his elbows with lazy, passion-filled eyes, and yanked her atop him. Rolling, he pinned her beneath him. Face-to-face, chest-to-chest, and hips-to-stomach, her legs so wantonly wrapped about his. He was so large. With the tip of his finger, he traced her cheekbone.
“Umm.” Kenny shook his head, leaned down, and licked a trail to her ear. “More beautiful,” he whispered. Twinges raced through her, and gooseflesh scattered on her skin. The situation was the same as years ago, except this time they both wished to take things to full coitus.
“Kenny.”
“Shh, my turn, sweet.”
He leaned back and wedged his leg between hers. Lifting and shifting himself, he freed her skirts from his legs and laid them upon her stomach. He did not touch her, and her legs spread farther in seek of his touch. Still nothing. The muscles of her sex grasped readily at the air, trying to find any part of him to ease their desire. She leaned up to see him staring at her sex. Why was he doing that? “Touch me, Kenny, please. I’m about to burst.”
“Shh, sweet, I know.”
The backs of his hands feathered the inside of her legs. Her muscles jumped and clenched, hips rising in invitation for the touch that would not come. Her legs trembled. His fingers gripped the bare skin of her bum and lifted, tilting her up.
“God, you’re beautiful. Deep crimson. With black lace.” His thumbs traced her bumhole, moving up her slick lips and spreading them. She groaned so deep the tenor vibrated though her womb. The sensation contracted her sex, and she arched her hips to him.
“Please, Kenny…please,” she whimpered.
Warm wet tongue traced her slit, back to front, flicking that special place.
“Kenny!” she cried out. Her muscles spasmed with