Free Weapon of Desire by L M Brook Page B

bed. He stops for a second and stares down at me.
    “Are you sure you want this?” he looks worried as he spots a picture of Daniel which he quickly turns on to its face.
    “Get here.” I demand pulling him closer between my legs. His hands free my swollen breasts as he takes a nipple in between his teeth and gently tugs while caressing my half covered breast. I arch my back, wanting more. My hands work on his belt and then move onto the firm length underneath the jeans. He sighs as he sucks hard making me gasp.
    His tongue creates circular licks down to my belly causing shivers as his breath touches my damp skin. His hands make easy work of my jeans pulling them downwards underneath him and then skirt the top of my underwear. Light fingers delve under the seam as his eyes drill mine for approval of his touch. I tip my head back closing my eyes, breathing in and lifting my hips up to initiate his further attention.
    Anthony drags me closer towards him at the edge of the bed parting my legs further and licking down my inner thighs. My stomach is cartwheeling as I wriggle pushing my concealed openness closer to his mouth. His silky tongue licks under the seams and then he gently bites on the aching swell hidden beneath. His hands glide up and down my inner thigh and cup my rising buttocks.
    His tongue pushes aside any weak obstacles, circling in between my legs and breathing deeply causing sensations across my wet lips. My clitoris is devoured by his intense attention of flicks and nibbles as my inner aching pulses in readiness.
    “Anthony I want you.” I whisper as I push against his hot breath.
    The tip of his tongue dives deeper and then withdraws sending me into sensual overdrive. My hips circle and gyrate against his mouth. He licks and d ips deeper in alternate rhythm.
    “ Please Anthony fuck me!” I beg for him to be inside me.
    His mouth teasingly travels up my body to meet my mine as I taste my juices on his lips whipping me into a heady frenzy. 
    “Darcey you have to be patient.” Anthony flips me on top of him and pushes my head downwards indicating his desires.
    My lips travel over his chest, flicking and licking his nipples with my tongue. I watch Anthony close his eyes and breaths deep and slowly as he consumes each sensation.  My hand strokes the hardness inside his jeans as he pushes up to meet my touch. Unfastening the buttons my tongue circles just below his waist. I tug the jeans lower under his firm buttocks and then set to claiming my prize for being such a patient, good girl.
     
    Anthony breaths faster as I stroke up and down with my tongue and then circle the bulging tip. Like a cat purring over milk, I lap up the cream that is drizzled there for me. My mouth engulfs the pulsing length as I watch Anthony’s writhing pleasure as my lips, tongue and hands stroke up and down in a controlled and firm motion.
    I can’ t resist anymore as I pull my lacy underwear to one side and mount him slowly to accentuate each inch sinking deeper inside me. Anthony catches my gaze as I rock my hips backwards and forwards and then circle around to sink deeper and deeper. I squeeze my nipples that hang over the top of my displaced bra throwing my head back rocking faster and breathing deeper. Damn it feels so good.
    Anthony holds my stare and grasps my hips to slow my movement. I lean forward to rub hard against him as our mouths greedily drink each other. My pulse is quickening and I want him deeper as I push against him, taking what I want. My orgasm builds until it overwhelms me sending waves through my body as I cry out for more.
    Anthony wastes no time flipping me over and stands at the edge of the bed holding my legs apart as he picks up a fast pace to pound harder. He is ferocious in his attack and delivery of each movement. His eyes are alert and hungry as he watches my ultimate pleasure of having him inside me. His thrusts slow as he reaches orgasm closing his eyes and sinking his mouth into my ankle