Hot off the press!
Another snippet from my wip. This one’s a little hotter.
COPYRIGHT © RHIAN CAHILL 2013
Luc fell to his knees and buried his mouth in her silken slit. Gripping her hips, he pulled her forward so her arse sat on the very edge of the counter and her legs were draped over his shoulders—her heels bumping into his back. Her smell and taste surrounded him. The tang of her desire coated his tongue, flooded his mouth and sent sizzling need zipping through his balls. She rocked against him, rode the rhythm he set with his tongue and took what he offered and demanded more. He lapped at her folds. Up and down. Back to front. With each swipe of his tongue Cassie moaned and thrashed above him.
She buried her fingers in his hair and held him close. His groin burned with need and he had to wrap one hand around his cock and squeeze hard in an attempt to stave off the orgasm barrelling towards him. He palmed her arse with his other hand. Trailed his fingers over her hot skin until they slid through the slick fluid flowing from her pussy and drew a moan of pleasure from her lips. Her nails dug into his scalp and her hips bucked, driving her wet slit into his face.
“Oh God.” Cassie’s words ended on a gasp as he drove two fingers deep inside her.
Hot walls sucked at his fingers. Clamped down and held him tight as her body convulsed in bone-jolting climax. She writhed against him, flexed and rolled with each wave of her release until she sagged into him, spent as the last of her orgasm drained away. Luc clenched his jaw, ground his back teeth and gripped his cock in a punishing hold as he fought not to come all over the bathroom floor. If he was going to lose his load it would be in the drench pussy that continued to quiver around his fingers.
He pulled back, glanced up to see Cassie slouched against the mirror behind her, eyes closed, lips parted. She was the most erotic image Luc had ever seen and he surged to his feet to take her mouth with his. Thrusting his tongue into her mouth he matched the rhythm with the fingers still buried in her pussy. It didn’t take long for her to be riding the ridge of release again. His cock brushed the back of his hand and he pulled free of her clenching channel to rub the swollen head through her dripping folds.
“Condom?” he growled into her mouth.
“Huh?” Her eyelids opened half-mast.
Luc leaned back, separating their mouths. “Condom? Where?”
“What? You don’t have one?” she panted, her hips rocking into his, dragging his length along her slit.
“No. Don’t you?” Please God let her say yes.
“No.” The word came out on a sob.
Fuck! A sharp pain sliced through Luc’s balls when his brain registered what no condom meant.
“Oh.” Cassie’s eye’s popped wide. “You don’t have one in your wallet?”
He shook his head. “I don’t make a habit of…” He glanced down at where their bodies were pressed together.
“Neither do I.” She lowered her head, laid her cheek on his shoulder.
Luc slid his arms around her and hugged her close. “Okay. No sex.” He shuddered.