He took one hand and caught hers, wrapping her fingers around him, high enough to keep it from going too deep into her mouth before he returned his fingers to her hair. He sifted through the strands before tangling within them and moving more firmly against her, his c**k thrusting with slow, easy strokes inside her mouth.
“Damn. You’re stealing my sanity, baby,” he growled as she felt the bloated crest throb in her mouth. “There you go. Suck it nice and hard. Oh hell…” Her lips tightened on him as she lifted her eyes to see the carnal expression on his dark face.
She had never realized how hungry she was for him, until now. Until his c**k filled her mouth, the wild taste of aroused male consuming her, driving her past shame to a realm where nothing mattered but touch, taste, desire.
As her mouth moved on him, her hand began to stroke the strong shaft, moving up and down, pumping the hard column as he f**ked her mouth with increasingly strong strokes.
At the same time, she felt a touch behind her. Male hands sliding her bikini bottoms from her, smoothing over the rounded curves of her ass. Was it Dawg or Natches? She didn’t know, she didn’t care.
She watched Rowdy’s gaze flare, though, as he stared over her head for a long second. When his eyes returned to hers, they were wild with lust.
Then she felt it. A slow, reverent kiss on one buttock, then the next. A tongue, wicked and alluring, flickering along the top of the narrow crevice that separated the rounded cheeks.
Her head jerked up as a keening moan left her lips, her eyes widening in shocked pleasure. An insidiously wicked caress nearly had her collapsing against Rowdy. Only his hands held her upright, his gaze holding her sanity as she felt the probing tongue gently rimming the ultrasensitive entrance to her anus.
She should be screaming in fear, instead, she was panting with pleasure.
“Oh God, Rowdy…” Her voice was weak, questioning. Should it feel so good? Should she be so desperate for more?
“Shh, baby,” he whispered gently. “Let it feel good. Just for a minute. Just for another minute.”
She cried out as she felt that knowing tongue press against the entrance again. Her head whipped from side to side as she fought to breathe, fought to make sense of the blinding pleasure. When it breached the small hole with a slight pinching sensation, only to pull back, then probe inside again, she shuddered at the intensity of the carnal caress, suddenly terrified. Not of the touch or the man, but of herself.
“It’s okay, Kelly…easy, baby.” The touch was suddenly gone as Rowdy pulled her to him, his lips covering hers as he bore her to her back.
He kissed her with ruthless demand, leaning over her and working his lips over hers with experienced lust. He ate her kiss, consumed her, and taught her to consume in return.
Rowdy lifted his head from the kiss, his senses drunk with the taste of the woman beneath him, his body aching to possess her.
The soft, dim glow spread over Kelly, clearly revealing bare silken flesh between her thighs, devoid of any sign of feminine hair. He had expected it, had known what awaited him, but the sight of it was a punch of lust to his gut anyway.
He blinked down at the pink, flushed curves as they gleamed with a layer of soft, silky syrup, licking his lips in hunger.
“Baby, you’re pushing a man already hanging on the edge,” he growled as he watched his fingers move, smoothing over the swollen flesh until they could delve into the rich, dewy slit below.
“Oh God. Rowdy…” Her cry pierced through him as he parted her, his gaze drinking in the flushed flesh covered in slick honey as her h*ps arched to him, her thighs spreading further.
He pressed the pad of his palm over her cl*t as his fingers found the tender entrance to her pu**y and circled it slowly, his mouth watering to taste her. Lifting his fingers he turned his gaze to her again, narrowing his eyes as he moved his fingers to her pouty lips and painted them with her own juices.
Shock widened her eyes as she gasped. His other hand moved to her head, lacing his fingers through her hair as he spread the sweetness over her lush lips.
“Lick it off,” he growled. “Come on, baby, see how sweet and hot you’re going to taste when I get my tongue inside that hot little pu**y.”
“Rowdy…” He could hear the protest of her innocence, the dark hungers filling her, urged on by his own needs as she hesitated in the face of the unfamiliar intensity of their combined lust.
“Lick your lips,” he ordered her again, his voice rough, the need to see her completely immersed in the needs building between them overwhelming.
Her tongue peeked out as the flush deepened on her face. A grimace twisted his lips as she licked at her own sweetness, tasting what he craved so desperately for himself. Then, her tongue curled around his finger, drawing a hoarse moan from his chest as she sucked it into her mouth.
The feel of her drawing the remaining taste from her fingers broke his control. He pulled from her, moving between her thighs, spreading them further as he lifted her to his descending mouth and buried his lips in the liquid heat flowing from her.
She was more intoxicating than moonshine, sweeter, hotter than life itself, and all his.
Kelly heard her own cries flowing through the night around her and could do nothing to still them, to smother them. Rowdy’s mouth was burning through inhibitions, through shyness, and igniting a fire inside her pu**y that threatened to consume her. He held her legs wide, his mouth eating her decadently, his whispering murmurs of pleasure and hunger fueling the flames burning through her.
His tongue was voracious. It licked, spread fire through the burning flesh and caressed her with a knowledge and experience that had her gasping. Small, flickering strokes against her cl*t caused her to arch to him, her h*ps jerking as sensation raked like talons of need through her nervous system. The pleasure, oh God, the pleasure was too much to bear. Each circular stroke around the hard, pulsing knot of her cl*t stole her breath. Her womb convulsed with the need for orgasm as the pleasure tore through it before spreading throughout her system.
His fingers weren’t still either. One circled the sensitive opening to her vagina, spreading the juices that wept from her aching center before his tongue stroked lower, moving to lap at her, to draw the taste of her into his mouth as she screamed out from the precipice he kept her teetering on.
She was so close. Too close to be held back in such a way. She could feel the sensation burning throughout her body, igniting a firestorm that raced through her bloodstream.