She loved his hair.
It was like silk, heated and soft to the touch.
She loved his tongue.
It rolled over her clit, licked along the slit of her pussy, fucked inside the tight clenching muscles and had her begging for release.
She loved his touch.
She loved, loved the way he made her feel. The sensuality, the intense attention he paid to ensuring her pleasure.
“Casey!” she cried out as the pleasure built, sensation washing through her as it began to tingle over her entire body.
Her nipples swelled tighter, becoming so sensitive that she slid one hand from his hair to use her fingers to ease the need for touch against them. Gripping, tugging at the thick strands, Sheila fought to ease the need for sensation that throbbed in them.
It wasn’t enough.
It was never enough.
She couldn’t get enough of each caress. She couldn’t get enough sensation or ease the needs tearing through her.
The need for him, for every touch, for a deeper pleasure, for that something that drove her insane every time Casey touched her. Every time she even thought of him taking her. Moaning, she moved her fingers to the opposite nipple, desperate for the sensation that would push her over the edge of release.
His hands followed hers. Rather than only one breast, one nipple tightening in agony for that “sensual” touch. That sensation that only came for the briefest moment, for such a shatteringly short amount of time, yet for that moment, for that flash of eternity, she was complete.
She was pure energy, pure power, and Casey was there with her, not just inside her. Not just bringing her pleasure, but bringing her such a sense of completion that she felt lost within it.
She reached for it again, desperately seeking it, willing to run headlong into complete chaos for it. Nothing else mattered.
She was becoming an addict and she freely admitted it.
Casey’s addict. And she feared she could end up living only for these few precious moments.
“Please!” A broken cry left her throat, flowing around her as she lifted her hips, writhed beneath his kiss, his licks, against every luscious stroke of burgeoning ecstasy bestowed upon her.
His fingers played with her nipples, gripping and tugging, sensitizing them further when she hadn’t believed they could become more sensitive. Sending pleasure streaking through them, tearing along neural pathways she had never felt before.
Casey’s touch.
Each wicked little white-hot sensation detonated in her womb, clenching it, almost, just almost sending her hurtling into rapture. Just almost shooting her into the brilliant center of whatever sensation it was that had her aching every moment for one more chance to experience it again. His hands palmed her breasts, thumbs and forefingers gripped her nipples, tugged, sent fiery arcs of electrifying sensation traveling through her body and building the addiction for more.
She was grinding her pussy tighter against his lips as they surrounded her clit and sucked it inside his mouth, began to lash at it with the heat of his tongue.
“Casey—oh God, it’s good. So good.” Long, drawn-out, the fractured moan that left her lips and filled the air around them as she felt herself tightening, felt the pleasure whipping through her, building, threatening, pushing her to the very edge of pure, complete satisfaction.
Her hands tightened in his hair as his fingers tugged at her nipples, sending her rushing toward release.
Then he drew back.
He pulled her back from that edge. From the impending ecstasy.
“No!” Her eyes flared open, desperation and bemusement filling her cry as he came to his knees.
“You’ll come around my dick first,” he growled, moving over her, his hand gripping the hard shaft of his cock as he slid it against the wet folds between her thighs.
Her clit throbbed.
Sheila could feel her sex clenching, tightening, the muscles flexing instinctively as the broad, flared crest of his erection pressed against the entrance.
Fiery, throbbing, the heavy width began to stretch her flesh, forcing its way inside the slick, nerve-laden tissue as it stimulated and excited every cell that clasped it.
Sheila’s back arched as she lifted her knees to clasp his hips, moving beneath him, lifting to him as the short, surging strokes thrust him further inside her, penetrating her deeper and creating flames that seared her nerve endings and intoxicated her senses. It was like being immersed in a sensual storm. In a wave of such intense pleasure she was helpless against it.
She felt drunk on his touch. The inebriation was like being enfolded in a world so rich with color and sensation that she never wanted to leave it.
Each inward impalement burned and excited to the point that she was certain more pleasure would destroy her. Each time he pulled back she was certain she would die from the desertion. That she couldn’t bear being separated from him for even a second longer.
“Ah, babe,” he groaned as he sank deeper. The sound of the pleasure in his voice had her pussy clenching, creaming, nearly coming from the sheer excitement and explicit sexuality that filled that moment. His face tightened, a dark sensual appearance overtaking it as his cock surged inside her. A harsh moan passed his lips, pleasure filling the air as the thick, heavy flesh penetrated to the hilt.
Her nails dug into his shoulders. She couldn’t restrain the need to hold on to him. As he filled her, all she could do was tighten around him and lock him to her as closely as possible.
Her head tilted to the side as his head lowered, his lips finding her neck, caressing and nipping at the tender flesh. Sheila swore she lost her breath. She lost control.
Her pussy
