“Fuck, baby, you’re coming aren’t you?”
Jane couldn’t answer. Her body quivered in time with the contractions in her pussy. Discordant notes banged out as her palms came down on the ivory keys.
“I love how you come so quickly for me, so hard for me. Let it take you. Enjoy it. There’re plenty more ahead.”
Jane’s skin tingled, her heart skittered. She closed her eyes, opened them, closed them again. When the climax finally ceased, she opened them and met Chandler’s hot gaze.
“I couldn’t take my eyes off you,” he said, his voice cracking. “You’re beautiful when you come.”
Her pussy gushed nectar again. And then again.
Chapter Four
Chandler couldn’t stop staring at her beautiful pussy. Had she understood when he’d compared it to a Mozart sonata? He wasn’t sure he understood himself. He’d had plenty of pussy in his life, but Jane’s hypnotized him. Its color was unlike any he’d ever seen, a deep plum, almost like the skin surrounding her delicious nipples, but a softer hue, like a new burgundy. A Beaujolais Nouveau even. Her firm lips dangled below the opening begging to be sucked. The inside was a luscious pink that mirrored a dry rosé. Why he was thinking about wine at a time like this baffled him. But never before had he compared a woman’s genitals to a piece of music either.
Jane Rock was something else. Beautiful seemed such an inadequate word to describe her. Dazzling. Yes, that was better. His Jane dazzled.
His Jane? Get a grip, Chandler. This is a fuck, nothing more. He could still worship that amazing pussy, though. Would she taste as sweet as she had yesterday? He couldn’t wait any longer to find out. He looked up at her pretty face, so serene and lovely with her lids heavy, her cheeks flushed from her climax. Her dark hair was in disarray. The next time he kissed her he’d sink his fist into those silky tresses and pull her to him by the hair. So hot.
For now, though, he had a gorgeous cunt to eat. And God was he starving! He snaked his tongue between her silky fold for the tiniest taste. Mmm, still so sweet. Her lips were sleek and soft against his tongue. He’d never felt such a satiny texture. Her cream dampened his mouth with honeyed sweetness. Rich and thick, it floated on his tongue. Pure essence of Jane.
A soft sigh left her lips. “Yes.”
“Mmm. You like that, baby?”
“Yes, yes. I love it.”
“I could eat you all day. You taste so good, Janie.” He delved into her tight passage, tasting the inside of her. Tanginess mingled with the sweetness on his tongue. So perfect, so tantalizing.
Another sigh. She made him crazy!
“I want to taste your ass again.”
She lifted her thighs, held them back for him, and exposed herself.
What was it about her? First he was waxing poetic about her pussy, and now her ass. He’d never been this enamored with a woman’s asshole before. He tongued her sweet little opening, listened to another soft sigh.
“Your finger, Chandler. I want your finger.”
He continued to lick her ass as he breached her tight pussy with first one finger, and then two. Her suction—and more of her sweet sighs—welcomed him as he drilled her.
“Yes, just like that.” She let her legs drop and forced him to release her ass.
It saddened him to let the puckered hole go, but he had plans for it later. For now he twirled his tongue around her clit as he finger-fucked her. When her channel started to clamp down, he knew her orgasm was coming. No, he wanted her to come while he was inside her. He released her clit and removed his fingers.
“Chandler?”
“I love how you come for me, Jane.”
“I didn’t come that time,” she huffed.
He let a broad grin spread across his face. “I know.”
She pouted. “You sadist.”
“Baby, I promise you you’re going to come as many times as you want to, but the next time you do, my cock is going to be shoved all the way inside your delicious little cunt.”
“Well, Mr. Hamilton, there’s a problem as I see it.”