Free Stroke of Midnight by Bonnie Edwards

tease her clit even more but the incredibly light sensations he created along the line between her pussy and her ass made her squirm. There was a slight scratch, then an ever-so-light swath of sensation wafted along her aching flesh.
    She imagined his face, dark, intent, watching as her pussy lips quivered with each pass of the mystery tool. His touch on her buttock was firm and he opened the crease wider, exposing her ass to his view. He wanted to see everything, she knew. Never wanted her to keep her secrets.
    Suddenly, the light feathery feeling was there, too, as he tickled and tortured her back side. “Do you like this?”
    “I’m not sure. I don’t know.”
    He let go of her cheek immediately. “Then we won’t play there.”
    “Maybe if…”
    “Jaye, it’s all right. Gives us something to look forward to. Besides, I think it’s time you guessed for me.”
    “A washcloth is too heavy so that’s not what it is.”
    “Correct.” His tongue tipped into her channel and sent shivers to her womb.
    “I can’t think when you do that.”
    “Good, I’ll do it again. Have I ever told you how you taste?”
    She shook her head, unable to speak, the sensations were so wild, coming from several directions at once. The funny little tool was skimming her clit while his tongue danced along her outer lips. She arched back to open wider.
    “Good girl, I like you open like this. You taste like salty cunt and sweet nectar, you smell like sex and you fuck like you can’t get enough. I love it.”
    His words put images in her mind that took her higher toward the place she wanted to go. The little tool was gone now so she pressed her clit to the burbling stream of water and cried out with the deep clenches of her inner walls. “I’m coming—”
    “Not yet,” he commanded. He cupped her mons to block the water stream against her. “You haven’t guessed.”
    Her quivering pussy screamed with the interruption of pleasure.
    “Fuck you, you prick, let me come.” She crooned and swayed from side to side, helpless against the man who held the power.
    “Sh, Jaye, trust me.” He chuckled beside her ear. “I’ll get you off. Like this.”

Chapter Seven
    Jaye’s belly dropped when Alex lifted her ass in the air. Climbing to the tub rim, she looked over her shoulder and saw him stand behind her. Water sluiced down his hard, lean body and cascaded off his heavy erection.
    She settled her knees on a pile of soft towels. He entered her with his magnificent cock in one long slow slide. She whimpered at the fullness, of rightness in their joining.
    “You’re sucking me in, holding my cock like your pussy won’t ever let go.”
    He stilled and held her there, with his iron hard penis held in place by her soft inner muscles that milked and flexed around him.
    Silence reigned as the tub jets subsided. Alex pulled out to the end, slid the tip of his cock in and out to just cover the head.
    Jaye tried to push back, to take more, to hold onto him, but he kept dancing out of reach. “Your lips pop open when I pull out then wrap tight around me when I’m inside. You’re so dark and deep and wet, I want my mouth there while my cock’s inside. You make me crazy.”
    “I want to feel you. I want to feel the gush of your come, the pulse of your cock when you’re spurting inside me.”
    “Stop talking, I can’t take any more.”
    “Then fuck me, and take us there.”
    His cock nudged between her lips once more, slid inch by aching inch until he was full into her. With the first flex of his cock, she reached between their legs to cup his tightened balls and squeezed. He released into her in a stream of ejaculate so intense she knew every pulse, every spurt of his spewing cock.
    She shook and quivered and quaked at the knowledge of his coming. So connected, so in tune that every inner flex of his muscle caused a corresponding flex and twitch of her own. Her orgasm rose from her deepest channel, up through her spine and out to each