“Maybe.” She shimmied the boa around her neck as she approached him. “You’re a little overdressed.”
He didn’t hesitate in standing up and stripping for her. First the vest was tossed to the floor, then the shirt went up and over his head. Then he was unbuckling his belt.
He watched her eyes trail down his body as she slowly twirled the end of that feather boa. He grinned and dropped his pants, kicking them out of the way.
“Keep goin’,” he encouraged, nodding to the boa. “Show a little more.”
And she did, playing a little peek-a-boo show with him, pulling the boa to the side to give him a flash of nipple before covering it back up. And then, as if she’d realized she’d pushed him far enough, she pulled both ends of the boa to the outside of her breasts and his eyes skated down as her body was completely revealed to him.
She stepped forward and took the end of the boa and tickled it over his skin, sliding it slowly from his chin, down his chest, his belly and finally to his dick that was standing at attention, practically reaching out for her. She circled it, teasing him.
He stood it for about two seconds before his hands landed on her waist and he lifted her, twisting to toss her on the bed. Then he came down on top of her.
She gasped at his sudden aggressiveness, and he grinned down at her.
“My turn. Hold real still now.” He pulled the end of the boa from her grip and began to torment her with it, tickling it over her cleavage, and then the underside of her breasts, and then her nipples with a ‘barely there’ touch.
She shivered.
His mouth dipped down to brush his lips in a trail following the feathers, pausing to suck on her nipples. Then his hand trailed the feathers down her belly, tickling her bellybutton. He grinned down at her as she squirmed, and he couldn’t resist brushing her parted mouth with a soft kiss.
He lifted his head and watched her eyes as his hand dragged the feathers between her legs. “Open for me, sweetheart.”
She did as he bid, and he pushed his knee between her legs, holding them open as he drew the length between her folds. She moaned.
“You like that, pretty girl?”
“Yes,” she gasped, her voice stuttering as he teased and tormented her with a whisper-soft touch.
He bent and pressed a kiss to her trembling belly, and then he threw his leg over her and sat up, straddling her thighs. Slowly, his hands pulled the boa, watching it gradually slide from around her neck, the feathers slithering over her soft skin. When it pulled free, he tossed it to the floor, growling, “Enough playing.”
Then he came down on top of her, his hot body pressing against her soft-as-silk skin. He kissed her, his mouth delving deep, tongue sweeping inside to rub against hers over and over as his mouth ate at hers.
When finally he broke off to suck some air in, his breathing sawing in and out, he grinned down at her. “I love that mouth of yours.”
She tried to lift her head to reach his mouth again with hers but he pulled back, just out of her reach. She looked up at him questioningly, and his eyes dropped to her lips as he brought his hand up and ran his thumb across her mouth, the pad brushing lightly over the softness.
And then he gave her a sly grin. “Got a better use for that pretty mouth.”
Her pretty little arched brows drew together as he lifted off her to slide his arm under the small of her back. His strong biceps locked around her as he hauled her up to the headboard in one powerful move.
She gasped at his quick forceful movement.
He straddled her chest, and her eyes dropped to his erection, before looking up at him with a smile. He grinned down at her as he took her head in his hands and plunged into her soft mouth that opened for him, eagerly taking him in.
It never got old, the feel of the sweet heat of her mouth surrounding him. He sucked in a breath and felt her hands on his ass pulling him closer, deeper as she moaned.
His hips began moving, taking up the age-old rhythm, thrusting in and out as she clutched at him. It didn’t take long before he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He pulled out and slid down her body, his
knees spreading her legs. Locking his arms around her thighs, he yanked her down, her back sliding across the sheet. When he had her where he wanted her, his arms hooked under her knees and pushed her legs back, pinning her open as he plunged into her in one powerful thrust.
She cried out as he drove into her over and over, pounding for all he was worth. His chest grew slick with sweat from his exertions, his muscles flexing with his every surge. Looking down into her face flushed with desire as she writhed beneath him, he growled, “Who do you belong to, Sky? Whose baby are you?”
“Yours, Shades. Only yours.”
He slammed into her again. “Mine. Remember it. Don’t ever forget it.”
She reached up and pulled his head down to hers, locking her lips to his. He let her have the hungry kiss, but had to break off after only a moment to bury his head in her shoulder. He shuddered as an overpowering orgasm tore through him.