“Stuffy prep schools and expensive conservatories make a man seem older, but”—he gave her ass a sharp swat—“I assure you I’m old enough to make you feel absolutely amazing. Now where were we?”
He slid his silky tongue between the cheeks of her ass and toyed with her puckered hole. She shivered. She wasn’t a huge fan of ass play, but right now it made her whole body tingle. After a few moments of wet caresses, he stabbed his tongue inside her.
“Chandler…”
“Hmmm?” His voice vibrated between her cheeks.
“I don’t think—”
“Shh. Don’t think, baby. Just feel.”
Good point. She closed her eyes and nestled into her pillow. He probed her ass with his tonue, and a moment later, a further breach.
“Just a finger, baby. Don’t be afraid.”
She wasn’t. She breathed deeply and willed her tight muscles to stretch. Chandler’s touch was penetrating. And strangely erotic.
“Have you ever been fucked here, Janie?”
Janie? “Uh…no. No I haven’t.”
“Well, you think about how this feels. My finger sliding in and out of you. And you decide if you want to feel something else down here.”
Oh, she wanted it. She had no idea why, but she wanted nothing more right now than for Chandler to shove his dick in her tight little ass. So she felt more than a whimper of loss when he withdrew his finger from her snug hole.
“Do you know what?” Chandler said.
“What?”
“We’ve been having all this fun and I haven’t even seen your breasts yet.”
“Ha! I haven’t seen your anything yet.” Jane turned and sat up. “I’d say I’ve gotten the shorter end of the stick so far.”
A smug grin touched his full lips. “Trust me, baby, you won’t get a short stick.”
Before she could think of a comeback, he crushed his mouth onto hers and lifted her tank top. He deftly unsnapped her bra and discarded both it and the top. He cupped her breasts and thumbed her hard nipples.
Electricity shot to her pussy. She had long believed that her nipples were somehow connected to her pussy. Very sensitive, and she loved having them pinched, licked, sucked.
“Very pretty, Janie. Beautiful. Great nipples.”
She sighed. “Thank you.”
“I love the color. Dark. Almost a brownish purple. Gorgeous against your light skin.”
Color? She’d never had any man mention the color of her nipples before. Clearly, though, Chandler Wade Hamilton the third was not just any man. She jerked backward when his lips brushed a nipple.
His forehead wrinkled. “You okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. Of course. Fine. It just…feels good, that’s all.”
He chuckled. “Well it’s supposed to feel good. Sure feels good to my lips.” He bent down and continued.
Melodic sensations slid over Jane, gave her shivers, culminated in her pussy where her clit throbbed. He’d already made her climax once, had begun to show her the pleasures of her ass, and now was treating her breasts to gourmet licking and tugging. And he hadn’t shed one piece of clothing yet.
“Chandler…”
“Hmmm?”