Sunday, October 17, 2010

Wet by Margie Church


Straddling her on the chair, with his glorious erection dancing just out of reach of her lips, he asked, "Is this what you really want?"

Her eyes remained fastened on the prize a few inches from her face. "Yes, it's been so long since—"

Noah stroked his shaft until a generous drop of pre-cum seeped out of the head. Then he dipped his fingers in the pool between her thighs and thoroughly lubricated his cock with her juices. His smooth flesh glistened as he pressed his shaft between her breasts. "Watch me," he said, motioning toward the mirror.

His corded thighs and ass mesmerized her. One muscle after another rippled while he controlled her pleasure. Her gaze locked with Noah's in the mirror.

"Keep looking," he said.

Reagan whimpered when he knelt between her knees. Straining against her silk bonds, she raised herself up, needing Noah to quench the inferno billowing inside her. "Make me come or I'm gonna scream."

"We can't have you waking the children and ruining your—"

Reagan gasped when his mouth finished the sentence in a different way. Gripping her ass, Noah raised her off the chair and buried his face in her pussy. His tongue probed and glanced off her clit with firm, stabbing motions. Her orgasm built to an explosive level, and every muscle in Reagan's body tensed, tightened, and focused on release. Her heartbeat echoed in her ears. His finger moved in rhythm to his tongue and then his digit moved lower.

"Oh god. Yeah, like that."

She held her breath as he lubed her ass and his finger pressed in.

"Now, now, now," she said. "All of it. I need it."

The friction of his finger and tongue on her hypersensitive nerve endings created sweet insanity. "Faster . . . your tongue, your finger." In the next instant, she bucked against his face and his hand, caught up in powerful waves of sexual release. Perspiration covered her and her head thrashed side to side as Noah continued stroking inside her ass and sucking her pussy. When Reagan finally caught her breath and opened her eyes, a temptress smiled back at her in the mirror.

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  1. Thanks for hosting me, Tonya. I'm glad we're getting to know each other again. Enjoying our blog tour together, too.

  2. Wet sounds like a lot of hot fun and I would love to have a copy.

  3. Well said, Bob!Good to see you found me.