Free Love's Erotic Flower by Diane Rinella Page B

glory of his crown tilted back, its hair gracing his shoulders, his chest heaving, his hands pressing into the wall behind him in surrender. I begin sucking on his balls, taunting the loose flesh with the clamp of my lips, loving the feel of the soft skin in my mouth.  
    My body screams with desire for his scent to be imbedded in it, so I nuzzle my cheek against him, and his pubes tickle against my skin. My tongue journeys back so my mouth can take him in again, and his hands slide up my shoulders and around the back of my head, gripping onto my long brown tresses. My blouse and bra are ripped off and cast aside, all the while not missing a beat.
    Slipping my fingers into my pants, I soak them in the juice his body causes mine to create. His head is titled back so far he’s not even aware that the hand sliding up his leg has fingers that are covered in my honey as I brave toward my next move. A moist finger circles his anus, and he clenches his cheeks in response, slightly jerking them away, sending his cock deeper into my mouth. His reaction may be uninviting, but I’ve hardly heard him say no. Again my finger circles his entry, this time pulsing on it. I lick my way off of him. “Let me in,” I softly command.
    Donovan peers down at me, and a hesitant smile crosses his face, yet his butt cheeks remain tight. Still, he hasn’t protested.
    “Let me in, or you’re finishing by yourself,” I say, leaning back so he can see my hand slipping into my pants while I finger myself for more lube. My head tosses back with a deep moan, showing him what he’ll miss if he doesn’t comply.
    With a nervous snicker his muscles relax, and my lips resume their work of taking him in deep. My finger taps his hole, then slowly pushes and twists its way in. Immediately his cheeks clench, and the pressure builds in his balls as he groans, “Oh dear, God.”
    Donovan grabs the back of my head, softly thrusting his cock into my mouth. My finger matches his pulses, each time pressing a little farther into his ass. The grip of his hole has my pussy in a contest to rival its tightness. His moan deepens. He then quickly halts and pulls away my hand from his ass. “I have a better idea,” he says, practically lifting me off the floor and tossing me so my stomach hits the bed. “It’s my turn.”
    Lifting my ass, he rips down my soaked pants and then slides his hand over me, dabbing his fingers into my hole, gently circling inside before he exchanges them for his cock. He slips it in just enough to get covered in my lube before sliding out and gliding it up the wetness of my soft pussy to my puckered hole. I grasp a deep breath as his tip taunts me, my whole body tensing. The big, chicken-shit jerk. I should deny him, but envisioning his hand on his shaft as he readies himself damn near already has me cuming.  
    I want to watch him jerk off while staring at me. Better yet, I want it while he watches porn, as if I am not in the room and the only one he needs to think about pleasing is himself. I want to revel in his stoke, his build, and every bit of his release—but right now I want his ass, and I will claim it. Somehow he will become my willing victim.
    Donovan begins to wiggle his tip into my tight pucker, and my thighs slightly tremble. Slowly he eases the head inside before darting out for more of my lube. I look to the dresser mirror as he removes a puddle with his fingers and then smears it over himself. I almost demand he keeps his hand on his dick, and insist that the other fondles his balls. The thought makes me wild and hornier than fuck. I push my hips back in offering, begging for his entry. I want his cock so badly I’m nearly drooling.
    He works a finger into my hole and then slides out to add another, stretching me in preparation. The tip of his dick taps and taunts me, and I am reminded of his hand on his cock. If he does this much longer I’m going to drip down onto the bed. Finally he presses into me and my hands grip