Free Faithful in Pleasure by Lacey Thorn

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    She peeked out the window and sure enough, Darius stood there. Holy Mother! He was wearing black leather pants with a long sleeve black shirt and boots. She wanted to strip him and lick him from head to toe.
    “I’m not ready yet,” she said as she pulled the door open to admit him.
    His gaze skimmed from her wet hair to her red-painted toenails then back up to lock with her eyes. “You look good to me.”
    She peeked over his shoulder. “Is that a Harley at the curb?”
    “Yes. I hope you like to ride. I thought we’d just set off, do a little exploring.”
    “I love it! I haven’t been on one in a long time. Can I drive it?”
    He gave her an incredulous look. “No way.”
    She pouted. “Please.”
    He laughed. “No, but you can wrap yourself around me and let me take you for the ride of your life.”
    She wasn’t sure if they were still talking about the bike or not. “I just need to get dressed. There’s coffee in the kitchen.”
    “Do you have any leather pants?”
    She nodded and turned to go to her bedroom, but Darius caught her hand and pulled her back. He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips, a gentle exploration, a warm hello. She wasn’t sure if he helped the towel fall or not, but it hit the floor, covering their feet before he lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and let him carry her to the kitchen.
    “Darius,” she moaned as he lowered her to sit on the edge of the table and took a chair in front of her.
    “Shhh,” he crooned. “I’m suddenly starving, and I know just what I want to eat.”
    He leaned in, pulling her hips all the way to the edge of the table and used his shoulders to spread them wide and keep them that way.
    “I’ve been wanting to bury my lips here since I got a brief taste of you on your nipples yesterday.” He nuzzled into her, and Melda leaned back, bracing her hands slightly behind her hips on the table, so she could hold herself up to watch him.
    He glanced up at her and smiled, sending shivers of lust down her spine. “You’re going to want to lie back for this, sweetheart. I tend to have a healthy appetite. I like to take my time and savor my sweets.”
    She reclined back on her elbows and looked down her body, not wanting to miss a moment of what he had planned. She liked the heated lust shining in his eyes, the way his eyelids slid to half-mast giving his face a sensuous cast. He pressed kisses along the center of her pussy lips, and it took all she had not to lift her cunt up toward his touch.
    “Darius,” she moaned his name, shaking with need for more.
    “So beautiful,” he murmured against her folds. His tongue peaked out and slid through her lips, up and over her clit before he pulled it back in his mouth and groaned. “So sweet.”
    His tongue eased over her again, probing and rubbing, this time easing down to her opening and slipping inside. He groaned and pressed firmer against her, his lips forming a suctioning hold around her portal while his tongue fucked in and out.
    “Oh, God!” Melda screamed as she fell flat to the table. She lifted her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, holding tight as she lifted a bit higher into him.
    His fingers replaced his tongue, pumping slow and easy inside her pussy while he kissed and licked his way back up her slit to where her clit was swollen and ready for his touch. He circled his tongue around the bud, flicked over the top of it, then finally wrapped it with his lips and sucked.
    “Yes! Oh, God! Yes! Darius!” She was rocking up into him. He’d shifted her bent legs apart, and now she braced a foot on each of his shoulders, using them for leverage to lift her pussy higher.
    “So wet and needy,” he grunted as he pumped his fingers a little deeper, spreading them as wide as he could as he worked them out then back in again. “So tight and hot. I could spend my life between your thighs and die a happy man.”
    She moaned and jerked a bit as he teased