His tongue swept inside, dueling with hers, tasting her until she was breathless.
He kissed his way across her jawline and down her neck. “Don’t say anything. Don’t think. Just feel, Emma. Just be with me.” He nipped at the curve of her shoulder and then sucked the small sting away.
Emma’s nipples were hard nubs against her top. They ached so badly she rubbed them against the solid expanse of his chest, hoping to find some relief. He groaned and pulled her closer. His fingers edged beneath the cotton halter top. No matter how many times he touched her, it always felt new and exciting. He skimmed his hands up her bare skin to her breasts.
“You wore them for me.” There was both pleasure and satisfaction in his voice when his finger grazed one of the strings of stones, making it sway.
“Yes,” she sighed.
Sinking to his knees, Tucker pulled her down to the floor with him so that she was sitting astride his knees. He carefully lifted her top over her head and dropped it onto the floor. His eyes flowed over her naked torso even as his large, rough hands cupped her breasts. Leaning forward, he flicked her engorged nipple with his tongue while he used his thumb to play with the other, teasing until both were so taut it was almost painful.
Moisture continued to flow from her core, dampening her panties. Emma arched against him, rubbing herself against his straining erection. She’d been deluding herself for months, telling herself she was over Tucker. He’d fundamentally changed her. There would be no getting over him.
Since he’d sent her well-ordered world spinning off its axis, she might as well claim the benefits. She wanted to feel everything, do everything and anything with him. She’d worry about what it would cost her once their affair was over and done.
Tucker sucked and licked her nipples, feasting on them as if he couldn’t get enough of her. She grasped his shoulders and held on tight as she ground her mound against him.
He leaned forward, tipping her backward and supporting her weight until she was lying on the floor. He unzipped her shorts and pushed them down her legs. She helped, kicking them away.
He skimmed his fingers over the band of her panties but didn’t remove them. Burying his face in her crotch, he breathed deep and nuzzled her through the thin fabric. Unable to help herself, she clutched at his head and pulled him closer. His warm, muffled laugh vibrated through her body, arousing her to an even higher pitch.
“I want you to touch me everywhere. I want to feel your hands and your lips all over my body.” She couldn’t believe the sultry command actually came from her mouth. She’d never been this brazen, this demanding when it came to sex. Tucker brought out a totally different side of her personality.
He tucked his fingers into the band and quickly skimmed off her panties. He made a low hum of pleasure deep in his throat, stood and shucked his own shorts. Her pussy clenched hard as he stripped. Tucker’s body was honed to perfection from hours of physical labor. His biceps rippled and the muscles in his thighs flexed.
She licked her lips at the sight of his hard, throbbing cock.
Sprawled on his living room carpet, totally naked except for her nipple adornments, she felt as if she was in the middle of an erotic fantasy. Just like the steamy romances she enjoyed reading, the ones that were her guilty pleasure. Emboldened, she opened her legs wider, planted her feet on the floor and arched her hips toward him. “Like what you see?”
“Oh, yeah.” The low, sensual tones slid over her skin, making it tingle.
Dipping her hand between her thighs, she stroked her fingers over the damp, sensitive flesh. His gaze was like a physical caress and her core clenched. “Well, what are you waiting for?”
His eyes gleamed with a mixture of desire and satisfaction as he knelt between her spread legs. He captured her hand and brought it to his mouth. One at a time, he licked
He kissed his way across her jawline and down her neck. “Don’t say anything. Don’t think. Just feel, Emma. Just be with me.” He nipped at the curve of her shoulder and then sucked the small sting away.
Emma’s nipples were hard nubs against her top. They ached so badly she rubbed them against the solid expanse of his chest, hoping to find some relief. He groaned and pulled her closer. His fingers edged beneath the cotton halter top. No matter how many times he touched her, it always felt new and exciting. He skimmed his hands up her bare skin to her breasts.
“You wore them for me.” There was both pleasure and satisfaction in his voice when his finger grazed one of the strings of stones, making it sway.
“Yes,” she sighed.
Sinking to his knees, Tucker pulled her down to the floor with him so that she was sitting astride his knees. He carefully lifted her top over her head and dropped it onto the floor. His eyes flowed over her naked torso even as his large, rough hands cupped her breasts. Leaning forward, he flicked her engorged nipple with his tongue while he used his thumb to play with the other, teasing until both were so taut it was almost painful.
Moisture continued to flow from her core, dampening her panties. Emma arched against him, rubbing herself against his straining erection. She’d been deluding herself for months, telling herself she was over Tucker. He’d fundamentally changed her. There would be no getting over him.
Since he’d sent her well-ordered world spinning off its axis, she might as well claim the benefits. She wanted to feel everything, do everything and anything with him. She’d worry about what it would cost her once their affair was over and done.
Tucker sucked and licked her nipples, feasting on them as if he couldn’t get enough of her. She grasped his shoulders and held on tight as she ground her mound against him.
He leaned forward, tipping her backward and supporting her weight until she was lying on the floor. He unzipped her shorts and pushed them down her legs. She helped, kicking them away.
He skimmed his fingers over the band of her panties but didn’t remove them. Burying his face in her crotch, he breathed deep and nuzzled her through the thin fabric. Unable to help herself, she clutched at his head and pulled him closer. His warm, muffled laugh vibrated through her body, arousing her to an even higher pitch.
“I want you to touch me everywhere. I want to feel your hands and your lips all over my body.” She couldn’t believe the sultry command actually came from her mouth. She’d never been this brazen, this demanding when it came to sex. Tucker brought out a totally different side of her personality.
He tucked his fingers into the band and quickly skimmed off her panties. He made a low hum of pleasure deep in his throat, stood and shucked his own shorts. Her pussy clenched hard as he stripped. Tucker’s body was honed to perfection from hours of physical labor. His biceps rippled and the muscles in his thighs flexed.
She licked her lips at the sight of his hard, throbbing cock.
Sprawled on his living room carpet, totally naked except for her nipple adornments, she felt as if she was in the middle of an erotic fantasy. Just like the steamy romances she enjoyed reading, the ones that were her guilty pleasure. Emboldened, she opened her legs wider, planted her feet on the floor and arched her hips toward him. “Like what you see?”
“Oh, yeah.” The low, sensual tones slid over her skin, making it tingle.
Dipping her hand between her thighs, she stroked her fingers over the damp, sensitive flesh. His gaze was like a physical caress and her core clenched. “Well, what are you waiting for?”
His eyes gleamed with a mixture of desire and satisfaction as he knelt between her spread legs. He captured her hand and brought it to his mouth. One at a time, he licked