Free Forest Whispers by Kaitlyn O'Connor Page A

access. The latter won out and she
curled her hips up to meet his deliciously agonizing caresses,
pushing her thighs wider.
    The stroke of his tongue, his tugging kisses
on her clit wrung whimpers and tortured cries from her as her body
soared rapidly beyond her control, racing toward release. Abruptly,
sharp convulsions of pleasure exploded inside her, tearing shrill
cries of ecstasy from her lips.
    She went limp, gasping for air as he lifted
his head and looked up at her, too weak even to protest as he began
a tortuous climb up her body with his lips that wrung shuddering
echoes of bliss from her sated body and spawned a burgeoning of
renewed desire. With an effort, she lifted her arms and wrapped
them around his shoulders as he reached her breasts and assaulted
each in turn with the same determined patience to wring every ounce
of pleasure from her body.
    By the time he lifted his head and moved up
her neck, she was writhing with renewed need, breathless, drunk
with desire. She pushed against him and when he dropped beside her
on the bed, she charted her own course of discovery. With her hands
and lips and tongue, she tasted and tested every inch of his flesh,
every contour, every hard ridge of muscle.
    He jerked reflexively when she reached his
taut belly, his breath rushing from his chest as if she’d punched
him. Catching his cock in her hand, she lifted her head and caught
his gaze as she opened her mouth over the head of his cock, sucking
it. He let out a hoarse, choked groan, grasping her shoulders. She
lifted her head, fixing him with a heated glance. “My turn,” she
murmured. Opening her mouth over the head of his cock again, she
sucked the rounded knob until he was gasping hoarsely in an effort
to catch his breath. She took him fully inside her mouth then,
gripping him tightly with her tongue and cheeks as she engulfed as
much of his turgid flesh with her mouth as she could before she
allowed his cock to slide from her mouth and then took him fully
inside her mouth again.
    Tremors went through him. He moved
restlessly beneath her ministrations, catching her shoulders in a
tight grip and then releasing her, as if he wasn’t certain he could
bear the pleasure and was more reluctant still to give it up. She
moved at a pace that seemed to tear the most pleasure from him,
feeling her body climbing toward release once more as she sensed
his body spiraling toward culmination.
    Abruptly, he caught her, stilling her
motions as he reached the edge. She hesitated, torn between a
desire to bring him off and an equal desire to feel him inside of
her, bringing her to culmination once more.
    The former won out and, ignoring his efforts
to stop her, she began moving over his cock rapidly once more,
sucking him, stroking the length of his cock with her mouth and
tongue. He groaned, his cock jerking in her mouth as he reached his
crisis. She sucked him hard, stroking his cock with her mouth and
tongue until she’d milked him dry and his cock ceased to jerk in
spasms of pleasure.
    Her body was still humming with need when
she released him at last, but a sense of satisfaction filled her as
she lifted her head and looked at him, sprawled weakly beneath her,
his massive chest laboring for breath. Dipping her head once more,
she kissed his sated member, then his belly and moved upward,
kissing his chest.
    He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her
down on top of him and nuzzling her neck. She lifted her head,
sucking his earlobe. “I believe I won that round,” she murmured
huskily.
    A sound that might have been a half-hearted
chuckle rumbled from his chest. Spearing his fingers through her
hair, he rolled until she was beneath him. Covering her mouth with
his own, he kissed her languidly, stoking the fire that still raced
through her blood until her body vibrated with her need. She kissed
him back hungrily, stroking his tongue and sucking it as she had
his cock. Her fervor fed his own.
    She felt the rise of the titan along her