Shades of Sexy by Wynter Daniels Page B

him his father had never possessed. Already, she suspected he had a kinder soul than Warren.
    He moved his attention to her breasts, kissing each in turn, slow and sweet. Lust flared between her legs. Unlike the high-octane passion he’d demonstrated earlier, this time would be more soulful. She’d always enjoyed her sex rough and hard, but when she really liked a man, she occasionally wanted it soft and gentle, full of emotion. And somehow, even though she’d just met Alex, she did like him. A lot.
    His eyes, dark as sin, captured hers. “I promised you a backrub, didn’t I?”
    “Mm hmm. And I’m not letting you off the hook.” She rolled onto her stomach, eager for the rare treat.
    “I’m a man of my word.” Alex sat on her rear end and started massaging her shoulders and upper arms.
    Residual tension from the past few days slipped away as he rubbed flesh over bone. A soft moan broke from her lips. He planted a sultry kiss on the back of her neck then slid his hands to her sides.
    She resisted the urge to laugh when he veered into her ticklish zones. But then he started working her upper back and she relaxed again. Sliding down lower, he straddled her thighs and rubbed the lower part of her back. When he massaged her butt cheeks, heat bloomed in her belly and spread like wildfire throughout her body.
    He continued his southward march, descending to her thighs and gradually pushed her legs wider apart. His talented fingers stole light swipes along her sex as she squirmed. Need quickened her pulse as he squeezed and kneaded her buttocks.
    When she felt his mouth on the back of her thigh, her desire spiked. Liquid lust pooled at her entrance. She lifted her hips, hoping he’d pay her sex more direct attention. He dipped a finger inside her, only for a moment, then withdrew it.
    “You’re good and wet.” He moved his moist finger along her spine and she sighed with longing.
    Everything about this man spoke of a caring, generous spirit, so unlike Warren. Rolling onto her back, she eyed him hungrily, crooked her finger at him.
    “Tell me what you need.” Alex planted his hands on the mattress next to either side of her waist. “Say it.”
    “I want you.” Her voice, soft as feather, wrapped around him and filled him with savage need.
    “What do you want me to do?” He slid his tongue along her belly, watched her wriggle with pleasure.
    She moved her gaze to his erection, then to his eyes.
    “You like my cock, don’t you?”
    She nodded demurely in response.
    “Does it taste good, Macy?” His mouth watered at the thought of her giving him head again. The blowjob in the car earlier had been so incredible. He couldn’t wait for more.
    “Mm hmm.” She licked her full lips and his cock grew harder. Those were lips meant for sinful pleasures.
    “You’re a bad, bad girl. Aren’t you?”
    Another nod. Alex turned around and hovered above her, his shaft inches from her hot lips. Then he dipped his mouth to her pussy, stroked his tongue along her creamy folds.
    A desperate whimper broke from her lips. When she grasped the base of his cock, his balls tightened with need. He lowered himself so she could easily take his hard-on into her mouth. Mirroring his teasing, she barely touched the head with her tongue.
    He drove his own tongue into her juicy slit, lapping up her cream. She writhed and moaned as he flicked a finger over her swollen clit.
    Macy closed her lips around his cock and took it all the way in. He tried to concentrate on pleasuring her, but when she scraped her teeth along his shaft, his control teetered on the brink.
    He rubbed her pussy, increased the pressure and pace as he felt her rising toward her orgasm. She stopped sucking on his cock for a moment and whimpered plaintively. Suddenly she released a muffled cry. She shook, bucked against him, over and over. After her shudders ebbed, she sighed softly and started pumping her closed hand along his erection.
    Lust burned through him like