More from my WIP - Evie’s Pleasure
The cool air touched her skin sending shivers up her spine. Antonio watched as she undressed. When she was naked he pulled her into his arms. His hard body was pressed against her.
“Evie, you make me crazy,” he whispered, and kissed her. His mouth was hot and their tongues collided. She could taste his desire.
His hands roamed over her. His touch was firm and explored her sensitive skin. The throbbing between her legs intensified.
As if sensing her need, Antonio’s mouth released hers. He took her hand and led her to a corner of the room. A day-bed stood ready and waiting.
She didn’t want to think too much about the convenience of it so kept her gaze on him.
Antonio let her hand go and lay on the bed. She waited for his instruction.
“Come here, Evie. I want to taste you.”
She moved closer. Her pussy pulsated.
“Bring that sweet pussy to me,” he commanded.
She took a breath and straddled him, moving closer and closer to his full sensuous mouth.
He grasped her hips and helped her along until her pussy was directly over him. His hot breath scorched her pussy lips before he made contact. And when finally his mouth met her aching wet sex, she groaned her pleasure.
He licked around her swollen lips, dipped inside her pussy, and then curled his tongue around her throbbing clit.
Sparks grazed her tender skin.
Antonio explored every crease, every fold until she was half-crazed. She couldn’t speak, all she could do was moan.
Once again, he manoeuvred his tongue over her clit. His strokes were harder, more fervent, and she danced in rhythm over him.
She moved her hands to her breasts and pinched her nipples, sending an electric current straight to her pussy.
She trembled. She was going to come.
Antonio held her hips tighter and sucked and licked her clit without mercy until the orgasm tore through her.
She screamed as wave after wave of explosive energy ripped through her being.
Antonio didn’t back off and she tried with all her might to get away from his blistering mouth but he held her firmly over him. Each stroke was like fire. Burning, agonizing.
Every touch of his tongue sent convulsions tearing through her body. She couldn’t breathe.
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