Page 84 of Pleasure Island
The silk of her bra rasped against my hands as I cupped her breasts. Through the silk and lace, I could feel her nipples. They were stiff and puckered, pressing into the lingerie. Ducking my head, I caught one swollen peak in my mouth.
She whimpered as I traced the bud with my tongue, then tugged on it with my teeth.
Mila’s belly was soft against my cock, and I rocked my hips against her. She whimpered and tugged against the grip I had on her wrists.
I let her go, and she immediately shoved my shirt up, her hands seeking out skin, making me think she was as greedy for me as I was for her. It didn’t seem possible.
She raked her nails across my skin, and I hissed out a breath in reaction. My cock ached, and I boosted her up, settling the ridge of my dick into the notch between her thighs.
She responded by wrapping her legs around my hips and arching closer.
Through the khakis I wore, through her panties, I could feel the heat of her.
I grabbed the panels of silk that stretched over her hips and jerked on her panties, fighting to get the material off. It tangled around her, the removal complicated by the fact that her legs were wrapped around me, and I wasn’t inclined to make her let go. I ended up shredding the silk with my hands, and once she was naked, I slid my hand between us and sought out the curls between her thighs.
Slick, wet heat greeted me.
Mila untwined her legs from my hips, setting her feet back on the floor. Once her feet were flat, she yanked at the button on my khakis. She had my pants and underwear out of the way in hardly no time, eager hands coming between us to wrap around my dick and cup my balls.
I leaned into her touch, heart thrumming in my ears.
Her fingers were cool, her palm soft. Little felt as good as this, but I wanted to feel her cunt wrapped around my dick.
Her mouth clung to mine, and I had to tear my head away so I could look down into her eyes. “Do you have a condom?” I demanded.
She gave me a lambent look, blinking as if confused before she nodded. “Bathroom.”
I boosted her up and carried her to the bed, laying her out flat. “Wait there,” I ordered. I came back after only seconds, shucking the rest of my clothes before joining her on the bed. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her mouth seeking out mine.
I kissed her once, hard and fast, then pushed up onto my knees and tore the condom wrapper open. Cool air taunted my flesh as I went to drag the rubber on. I didn’t wantcool. I wanted hot and wet – I wanted her wrapped around me.
Once the rubber was in place, I pushed her legs wide and settled between them. Mila whimpered, arching up.
I felt the heat of her pussy press against me, and I gritted my teeth, resisting the urge to thrust into her, to fuck her until we were both blind to anything and everything else.
Her breasts pressed against me, soft and full, pillowing my chest as I reached between us.
She was already whimpering, her nails scoring my skin as I tucked the head of my cock against her entrance. Pressing inside her, I ground my teeth together as she wrapped around me, tight and wet and welcoming. I fed her half my cock before I started to withdraw, already mindless for more of her.
I thrust in again, and she arched up.
We came fully together, and I reared up onto my hands, staring down into her face.
Her eyes were wide, locked on mine.
“Mila…” Her lashes fluttered down, shielding her gaze from mine. “Look at me.”
I slowed my strokes until she did just that, her eyes once more locked on mine.
I’d missed this…missed her.
She tugged me down, lifting her lips to mine.
I pressed a hungry, desperate kiss to her mouth as she rocked up against me. I could feel the wet heat between her thighs slicking my balls as I rode her hard.
“More,” she demanded.
I rode her harder, catching her hands and stretching them high over her head. She twined her fingers with mine and sought my mouth, our tongues tangling and twisting together.
