in
smothering heat. She needed him. Desired him.
Craved him.
“Then this is our room.” Her voice was low and seductive,
even to her ears.
He smiled and once under the pink lighting she forgot all
about the trepidation bubbling in her belly and relaxed. As if she was assuming
control. She was in charge and she liked it. A bowl to the left was full of
condom packages. Karen reached over and grabbed a few, tossing them on the
wall-to-wall bed. Rob was already lying back on a few pillows, the towel
tenting tall over his groin.
A husky chuckle came from deep within her and she tossed her
towel onto the bed. Naked, she dropped to all fours and prowled up his legs,
rested her bare pussy on his muscled thighs. She rocked her hips, enjoying the
friction of his hair on her supersensitive pussy lips. He rested on his elbows
and watched her predatory approach, his glance dipping to where their bodies
met. Another surge of excitement sizzled in her, knowing he was intent on her
most private body part.
Karen had never felt such wanton sexiness. Acceptance that
no matter what she did, it was good and right. Rob wasn’t going to judge. The imperfections
she’d always felt about her body fled and she no longer cared. He was with her,
desiring her, and that’s all she needed to know.
“The minute I laid eyes on you, I knew you needed
unleashing.” He growled the words. His hands dropped to her knees tucked beside
his thighs. Karen shivered, totally anticipating he was going to flip her under
him and drive deep into her.
He didn’t. But she knew he was holding back. She sensed his
restraint. Karen licked her lips and pulled the towel from him until his
glorious cock sprang free for her to see.
“Did you now? How could you know anything about me since we
just met?”
He shook his head. “I just knew.” Karen reached for him and
closed her fingers around his cock. Rob’s head fell back, exposing the pulsing
vein running the length of his neck. A low moan came from him, exciting her and
making her even bolder.
“There are so many other women there. Naked ones. How could
you have even noticed me?” She leaned down and pressed her lips to his cock
head.
“Ahhh.” He groaned at the touch of her mouth.
“Tell me,” Karen whispered, her mouth sliding down the steel
length to his balls and back up. She cupped them gently, loving the weight of
them in her palms.
He groaned. “It was y-your, ahh.” She swirled her tongue
around the head, dipping it into the hole at the tip. “Shit, ahh…”
“My what?” She lifted her mouth away so she could speak.
Unable to resist the tempting lure of his throbbing cock, Karen lowered to him
again and sealed her lips on him. She drew him into her mouth and pressed her
tongue to his glans, flicking back and forth quickly before relaxing her throat
muscles to take him deep.
“Shoes.” He grunted as she gobbled him to the hilt while
fondling his balls.
Her passion-hazed brain registered he said shoes. She stroked
her hand in time with her mouth before sliding back up to the tip, her tongue
running up the thick underside ridge. She’d have to ask him later what it was
about her shoes, but right now she concentrated on his cock. It jumped in her
hands and the vein throbbed. He swelled bigger, filling her mouth, and she
loved it.
Rob grabbed her thigh and pulled her off him. Karen was
reluctant to move, but let him do what he wanted, gripping fiercely so as to
not let his cock out of her mouth. She leaned over him on her knees, ass in the
air, draping her arms across his lean hips. Rob moved his arm between her legs,
his fingers tracing up her inner thigh. He cupped her dripping pussy, squeezing
gently before slipping the tips of his fingers through the folds to her clit.
Even though she anticipated his touch, she was still unprepared for it and
nearly collapsed on him as her muscles slackened. He pressed deeper through her
sensitive flesh and she moaned onto his cock, increasing her
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