Free Jessica (Tucked In 2) by N Kuhn Page A

kissing, tasting, and trying to devour all of him. Like a starving woman with a plate of food in front of her, I can stop. Shoving my tongue in his mouth like a missile, I search his out, wanting to touch it, taste it.
     
    Pushing hard on his shoulders, causing him to lay on his back, I climb atop of his body. Slowly rocking my hips, causing ripples of pleasure to course through my body, I lean down, pressing my lips to his scarred shoulder. Tuck wraps his hand through my hair, holding me down to him as he bucks his hips, pressing his cock harder into me. Trailing my kisses and lightly licking, nipping my way down, I leave a trail of wetness from his shoulder, down his chest. Moving myself further down his body, I reach the waist line of his shorts, and tug them down, freeing his rock hard member. As it springs up in my face, I smile, looking up at Tuck. His grin tells me he’s as ready as I am. Not breaking eye contact, I lick my lips slowly, and his lips part, taking a shaky breath. Plunging my mouth around his head, and lowering down the shaft, I flick my tongue out, finally getting a taste of his masculinity. The drop of moisture already gleaming on his head, I lap it up.
     
    Enclosing his hardness with one hand, holding myself up with the other, I slowly move my mouth up and down his hardness, my hand matching the rhythm. His head rolls back, moaning escapes his mouth. The sound is like angels singing directly to me. Closing my eyes as well, I relish the taste as he leaks a little into my mouth. The intoxicating elixir breaks through all of my senses and I can’t tease him anymore. Stopping, his head pops up, staring at me, questioning me with his eyes. Standing on the mattress above him, I hastily remove my tight pants, not even strip teasing, just wanting to be completely free and naked of the offending items.
     
    Collapsing on top of Tuck, I frantically search out his hardness and pause, as I hold it to the entrance of my folds. Dripping with wetness already, I glide it up and down my slit, covering him with the hot liquid seeping from me. Grabbing my hips with his strong hands, he thrusts his hips, filling me with his cock. A heavy sigh from my mouth is shut off by him crushing his mouth to mine once more. Holding me down to him, he rocks his hips slowly back and forth, drawing in and out of me at a torturously slow pace. Not wanting soft and gentle, but aching for the feel of him, I place my hands on his shoulders, pushing up to a sitting position again and begin my own pace of thrusting and gyrating. Moving at a much faster and harder pace, I slam my body against his, and the ripples of pleasure quickly become a tidal wave.
     
    As my orgasm takes me, releasing my cum all over his throbbing cock, a scream of gratification at my release sounds much like his name. Shooting his body up straight, he has me rolling over to my back before my quivering pussy walls are through with my absolution. Holding me to down to the mattress beneath him, Tuck reclaims my mouth, and pushes himself in as far as he can go, and stops. I allow my orgasm to continue, pulsating around him, my muscles constricting, trying to keep him inside of me. I cry out as he begins his thrusting, pulling almost all the way out, and then throwing himself back inside of me. The walls of my sex hold him tight, while quivering wildly at the new climax building.
     
    Every movement, every time is harder than the last one. Each time our bodies connect, he pauses, making sure to fill me as much as he can possibly fit, rocking his hips against me. The pressure in my stomach climbs all over again and as I feel his mouth lower to my breast, biting the bud of my nipple, I’m once again thrown over the threshold of another orgasm. His torture and slow but hard pace keep me on the brink but don’t allow me to spill over, falling into another oblivion. Licking my nipples as his thrusts become more urgent, filled with his own need, it’s what sends me