A WANTON NEED
The brush of his lips against her breast... his fingers stroking her fevered flesh... she gasped and pressed herself against his erect manhood. His eyes smiled into hers... he was not in a rush.... he slide his fingers tantalizingly down the length of her inner thigh, but lingered oh so exquisitely against the soft, curly tangle of her womanhood. She tensed, she writhed - she pushed impatiently up against his warm hand.
He chuckled hoarsely, "Lie still beauty." but she was too aroused... he lowered his body and began to trail fiery kisses down her neck, over her full breasts and then he dipped his sensual mouth lower, over her smooth abdomen... until his tongue found her silky, moist core.
Her fingers laced into his thick hair and her whole body went taut with molten hot desire... he lapped at her sweet taste - her scent intoxicating him… she clung to him whimpering…
