Free Velvet and Lace by Shannon Reckler Page B

eat with his right hand and then used his left to reach over and start drawing circles on the top of her thigh. She dropped her fork on her plate with a slight clatter. He smiled but never took his hand off of her skin. He felt the goose–bumps break out as he continued his ministrations, steadily getting closer and closer to her inner thigh.
    Unfortunately, with the angle of their chairs, he couldn’t get close enough to touch the sweet spot he was after. He kept taking bites of his breakfast. When Daphne slid hastily back from the table he raised his eyebrows. But before he could ask a question, she pushed back on his shoulders and slid her legs around his hips, sitting herself on his lap.
    Trent was glad that she wasn't wearing any panties as her hot core settled on the length of his cock. He wished he had twisted a bit so that she had sank down his hard shaft instead of just rubbed against it.
    When she settled her weight on his lap, her breasts were brought up close to his face. He slid his hands around her waist at the same time she shoved her hands into his hair. He brought his mouth down on hers and slipped his tongue past her parted lips. He loved how she instantly opened for him and how eager she was for him. Just by brushing his tongue against her, he felt a rush of wetness soak his cock and balls from where she sat on his lap.
    She moaned into his mouth and met him stroke for stroke, dueling for control of the kiss. He moved one hand to slide underneath her ass and with the other he pushed his plate back. Once it was cleared back far enough, he leaned her back so that her back half rested on the table and her breasts pushed against the shirt.
    Trent easily slipped the buttons free. Each one that came undone revealed another inch of gorgeous tanned skin. After just a few buttons he revealed the swell of her breasts and the deep cleavage between them. He kissed the upper swells as he continued to undo the shirt.  Once he got to the bottom and the shirt was parted, he slid it down to the crook of her elbows were it caught.
    His breath hitched at the sight of her naked body before him. Her breasts were high and perky, her nipples rosy and taught. As he continued to look down her body, he wasn’t any less pleased. Her stomach wasn’t flat or sunk into so that he could see every rib. It was slightly curved and gorgeous. It was real. Her hips were perfect and as he glanced between them he could see her folds framing his cock.
    He ran his fingers through the blonde curls covering her mound that were in a landing strip down to her slit. He didn’t move past her curls but he felt her quiver anyway against his touch. She was definitely responsive.
    He leaned down and captured one her nipples in between his teeth, lightly, as he tweaked the other one with his free hand. The other moved back underneath her ass, and his fingers curved into the space between her cheeks. He loved how responsive she had been when he touched her ass.
    He pushed just slightly against her anus as he continued his slow torture on her breasts. It wasn’t long before she was grinding her very wet pussy against his dick. Each movement had her clit brushing against him and he smiled at her actions. He didn’t want her to come too soon but he had the feeling she was racing to the finish line.
    He scooted his chair back a pinch so that she was still sitting on his lap, but her amazing slit was no longer grazing his penis. Her head had flown back when he was teasing her breasts, but now she looked up with a pout on her face. Propping herself up on her elbows, she stared at his cock and then looked back at him.
    “I was enjoying that.” She tried pushed her hair back from her face but her arm caught in the shirt, her movements hindered by the fabric. She maneuvered out of the cloth and tossed it aside, returning to her position on her elbows.
    “I could see that. But you haven’t earned that orgasm yet.” He tweaked her nipple, pinching