Free Body Work by Bonnie Edwards

upright.
    “ No more,” she whispered. “Your turn. My turn.”
    He carried her to the four poster bed that stood dead center in the room and set her on top of the down comforter. Reaching for his zipper she freed him, laving him with her tongue. She dragged her tongue around the head of his shaft, causing an ache in his balls he relished. He was ready to explode, but her lips were so delicate she managed to drive him crazy and help him stay sane at the same time.
    “Lick my balls, too.”
    “ My pleasure.”
    He barked out a laugh and let her play all she wanted. She undid the tab button of his jeans and he shucked them. When her pink tongue went lower and her mouth took in one of his testicles he nearly hit the roof. Her pleasure turned into his.
    “Enough.” His cock flexed, once, twice. He had to come soon. Had to come with her. Setting himself at her entrance, he nibbled at her mouth again, just to tease. “I’ve waited a lot of years for this Lisa. “Are you sure?”
    “ What about the pool house?”
    “ Doesn’t count.” He kissed her slow and deep until her eyes glazed. “We start from here.”
    She blinked back tears and took a sharp breath.
    “Tell me what you want, Lisa.”
    “ Love me, fast and hard.” Her response sent heat from his ears down his spine and he did as she bid.
    Only slower.
    He grasped his cock and slid the head along her slit, rubbing against her clit. He felt fresh juices slide out of her to smear along his length.
    Using two fingers he eased opened the hood that hid her throbbing nub and tapped the head against her most sensitive nerve ending. Her eyes went wide as she grabbed his ass to bring him closer. She shuddered when he slipped his tip along the slippery entrance.

 
     
     
    Eight
    Fill Her Up
     
    Something had changed, Lisa thought. Tyce was different, in his touch, in his gentleness, in his whole approach.
    He kissed her again and again, deep lingering kisses that teased and fulfilled all at once, each brush of his lips a promise of more to come. She felt the rasp of his beard on her chin, her cheek, her neck but still she sought more.
    The tip of his cock slicked against her slit, never quite entering. He was a tease! A man so perfectly controlled she was mad with want long before he was.
    P erfect pressure, perfect alignment, perfect tongue, each kiss blessed her, rocked her, made her yearn. She tried to keep up with him, to match him kiss for kiss, touch for touch, caress for caress, but he was fast devouring her. She drowned time and again, drowned and felt lifted, curled in on herself, and splayed wide to take and receive each of his blessings.
    She ’d never felt anything like what Tyce was doing to her. His body shook with need, trembled beyond desire, shaped her body into a honeyed formless blob he could do whatever he wanted with.
    When he slid down to sip at her cleft Lisa thought she ’d go crazy. She thought he was going to enter her, slide into her to the hilt, but instead he circled her clit with his tongue, delved his fingers in deep, time and time again. Strokes from his tongue kept her on the fine knife edge of orgasm, rocketing her close to implosion only to fade back to gentle swirls and ripples.
    She melted into honey, slick with desire, she cried out in frustration. “Tyce, now.”
    “ I’m not done with you yet. Open for me.” He straddled her head and tapped her mouth with his engorged penis. She clamped her mouth shut, turned away her face. Her need was too great, too burning.
    “ Now, Tyce.”
    He tapped again, smeared the bead of moisture across her lips until she tipped her tongue across for a taste. When she opened for more he slid inside her mouth. She felt his palm cup her mound again. Firmly, he pressed up and into her, shaking her labia gently while dipping one, then two fingers, into her honeyed warmth.
    She sucked and lapped at his burgeoning cock, felt him flex at the same time her hips arched off the bed.
    With a speed and