WalkingSin by Lynn LaFleur Page B

shirt. After the third pass, he covered
her breasts with his palms. She gasped softly.
    “Is this okay?” he asked, gently squeezing
her breasts.
    Kelcey nodded.
    Neither too big nor too small, her breasts
fit perfectly in his palms. He caressed the hard nipples with his thumbs,
loving the little sounds of pleasure that came from her throat. She released
his cock—much to his disappointment—and gripped his shoulders.
    “That feels so good, Dax.”
    “I can make you feel better. Will you let
me?”
    She nodded. Dax continued the sweet torment
on her breasts with one hand while he slid his other hand between her thighs.
It surprised him to find hair covered her mound. Dax couldn’t remember the last
time he’d been with a woman who didn’t wax or shave or at least trim her pussy.
He liked the feel of the soft curls beneath his fingers.
    Continuing his exploration, Dax touched her
labia with his fingertips. She gasped again, louder this time, then moaned when
he stroked her clit. He swallowed hard when he discovered the cream covering
her intimate flesh. His mouth watered with the desire to taste her. Unable to
resist, he gathered her cream on his fingers, brought them to his mouth and
licked them clean.
    “You’re delicious,” he said, his voice
gruff.
    Kelcey whimpered.
    She kissed him, lips parted, tongue dueling
with his. Dax touched her pussy again, his fingers gliding easily over her wet
folds. He rubbed her clit with his thumb while continuing to caress her breasts
beneath her shirt. He wanted the shirt gone, but had to leave it up to her whether
or not she removed it.
    Kelcey rocked her hips in time with his
strokes. Her pants grew deeper, faster. “Dax, I need…” She stopped.
    “What do you need? Tell me and I’ll do it.”
    She jerked off her T-shirt and tossed it to
the floor. “I’m so hot.”
    That was an understatement if he’d ever
heard one. Her long, lean torso flared into shapely hips. Her breasts were
round with pale pink areolas the size of half dollars surrounding her nipples.
The blonde hair covering her mound matched the hair on her head.
    Exquisite didn’t begin to do her justice.
    She grabbed handfuls of his hair and bucked
against his hand. Dax pushed one finger inside her tight channel as he kept up
the stimulation to her clit with his thumb. Kelcey closed her eyes and threw
her head back. Her body stilled, her breathing stopped, then she shuddered. A
long mewling cry came from her throat.
    The walls of her pussy milked Dax’s finger.
Leaving his hand between her legs, he wrapped his other arm around her and
pulled her to his chest. Her heart pounded against him, her hot breath blew
across his neck. He kept up the gentle massage of her labia, wanting to give
her pleasure as long as possible.
    “Your touch feels so good.”
    “To me too.”
    She lifted her head and looked in his eyes.
“I want more.”
    “What do you want?”
    Still gazing into his eyes, she laid her
hand over his cock. “This inside me.”
    “Like this? With you on my lap?”
    She nodded.
    He understood and accepted that she had to
remain in control. “Take off my pants.”
     
    Kelcey’s hands shook as she hooked her
fingers in the waistband of Dax’s pants. Part of her worried she wouldn’t be
able to actually take him inside her, that she’d freak out again. The biggest
part of her wanted him so much, she would be willing to try anything to make
love with him.
    Dax lifted his butt from the bed and she
pulled his pants past his hips. She froze, her gaze riveted to his hard cock.
Emotions battled inside her—fear, desire, need, anxiety.
    Desire won.
    The pants came off, along with his socks.
He sat before her nude, aroused and incredibly gorgeous.
    He opened the second drawer in his
nightstand, withdrew a foil packet. She watched, transfixed, as he opened the
packet and rolled the condom over his shaft. Then he held out one hand to her.
    “Come here, Kelcey.”
    She obeyed, taking his hand and