By Melissa MacNeal
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I had stolen a few kisses in my day, and wished for many more, imagining how a man might feel as he enfolded me in his arms and claimed my mouth with his. I’d had every intention of stringing Tripplehorn along–playing the experienced bitch in heat who kept a young pup panting for it–but my desperation betrayed me. I’d been caught, hook, line, and sinker the first time Billy cast his glance my way, and his kiss only sealed my fate.
My moan inspired him, and his hands slipped beneath my dressing gown to explore my skin. He let his palms float along the curves at my waist, inciting little riots of static electricity that raised goosebumps all over my body. Wanting more, I greedily pressed into him, rubbing his chest with my peaked breasts, reveling in the secretive rustle of the wiry hair that whispered its provocative song.
Billy pulled me close, his tongue deepening the kiss, his low moans answering mine. Despite the heat that scorched my belly and that nether region below, which rubbed suggestively against his erection, my young lover lingered over my lips, drinking from them like a man long denied water– sipping and licking and then drawing up from the well of my desire to satisfy his curiosity while driving us both to want far more.
Lord, what a luxury, to have a man hold me as though he couldn’t let me go, until he knew everything about me…as though he wanted to take a lifetime to do that.
Foolish thoughts, for a woman old enough to know the ways of men–especially after I’d seen this one pumping Lucy Legg, and then playing along with the wild desires the Sisters had whispered in his ear. He lived for the chase! He wanted nothing beyond the next cunt that came along–a legacy passed down from every male in his family, as evidenced by the facial features of many children now residing in the orphanage.
Yet I set that reality aside and let him woo me. Gratifying, the way he ignored skin less supple than Lucy’s and breasts put to shame by Pandora’s. He caressed me with hands that roamed at raucous will now, over my back and beneath the cushion of my ass, to pull me closer to him.
“Andrea,” he whispered again, brushing my ear with feathery, teasing kisses. “God, I’ve got to have you, woman! Let’s give this pussy something to purr about.”
I sucked air at the first touch of his fingertips. While he held me spellbound with his bottomless brown eyes and a commanding browline framed in unruly curls, his hand cupped my mound. Then he slowly spread my wetness around the fevered, slick skin until my slit was weeping with want. Never had I become so inflamed at a touch, and “and I opened farther to invite him inside–to beg for more of this divine torture, which was only a foretaste of the glories to come.
Or so I hoped. What if I shrank away in fear, or shame? What if I cried out in pain and gave away my innocent state–me, a woman who should’ve had her share of lovers by now? What if I laughed at the wrong time? Or made a stupid move to break the mood, and lost him forever?
He slipped a finger inside me. And then another.
“Oh, Billy…Billy, please….”
“My plea floated around us like a phantom, and my back arched of its own accord. With exquisite, deliberate strokes he was setting my insides on fire, fanning the flames with each wet caress–and watching the sensations play upon my face with the smug certainty of bigger and better things to come. His thumb found that button high up in front and I cried out with the startling need it inspired.
“Tell me how bad you want it, Andrea,” he crooned, a magician about to entrance me with his wand. “Clench your cunt for ‘yes’…open your hole for ‘no.'”
My muscles locked around his fingers and the inner spirals began. I recognized them from my own probings–and from those times Cerise and the twins had played their naughty games–but now, with Billy holding me, taking total control with the arm he wrapped around me and the fingers thrust inside, I was a woman lost. My body convulsed in a series of heated seizures, spurred on by his thrusts and the rubbing of his thumb. Before I realized how far gone I was, my cries were echoing around us. I became a mindless machine fueled by “young wizard’s next tricks. He was brushing my white robe aside, gazing hungrily at my bared breasts–teasing the nipples to attention as he slowly drew his hands down over my midsection… toward that place between my legs that felt sopping wet, where his thigh now kept the sensations alive, bubbling just beneath the surface.
“Perhaps Alex and the others don’t really know me,” I replied, wondering where that thought came from. Good God, everyone here could predict my emotions and actions before I knew them myself! But how nice, to have a handsome man marvel over my reaction to him! “Or perhaps they just never held the key to that horny little hole you’ve found. Every lover’s different–and each partner creates another response, another little world, where only the two of them can belong, you know.”
His indulgent smile told me he was beyond my middle-aged philosophizing. “Your cat’s got so much cream on her lips, my cock might drown in it before he even enters. I’d better lap it up, don’t you think?”
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