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He was making
her forget to breathe – again. Seeing a naked Jude Stone was indeed,
dangerous for her health. Especially when her roving eyes tracked low to his crotch,
and saw what he was packing in terms of his more private masculine parts. Sure
enough, he was no less gifted there as well. In fact, if her sense of
proportion was anything to go by, he was at least ten inches, and from the look
of things, still flipping growing! His erect girth seemed to thicken and
lengthen right before her dazed eyes, as he kicked off his briefs.


Oh my God
,” Miranda gasped before she
could stop herself, and saw his half wry, half predatory smile.

“Don’t look so
horrified, sweetheart,” he murmured, joining her on the wide, silk-spread
mattress. “I promise to be gentle – but only when you want me to be. So
when you need it rough and wild – you only need to say the word.” He
chuckled at her expression, totally unabashed as he lay beside her with that
monster of a cock rearing in the middle of his thighs like a separate entity,
the balls firm and taut at the pole-thick base.

She knew she
should be freaked out by the size of him, but her traitorous body was beginning
to have a mind of its own. Her already molten pussy felt totally drenched now
in awareness of the gloriously naked body
laying
next
to her.

“Touch me.”

Miranda gaped
at him for a few moments, at a loss for words. “What?” she finally croaked,
heart pounding so fast it felt ready to explode in her chest.

“Do it,” he
told her coolly. He’d linked his hands behind his head, and she caught glimpse
of his silky-haired underarms, the dark tufts such a sexy, erotic sight that
she felt her inner thighs clench in shamed arousal. Every inch of him was so
freaking hot; she’d heard the term “man-candy” but had never understood it till
now. There was no part of him that she wouldn’t gladly sink her teeth into. And
yet, she felt almost paralysed, not sure if she could force her brain into taking
action.

“It doesn’t
count if it isn’t convincing, Miranda,” he murmured, tone almost
conversational. “I have to feel like you want this as much as I do. So, touch
me all over, kiss me...do what ever you want. Make me see how wild for me you
can get.”

Miranda’s
breath was coming in short, helpless gasps, not sure now that she could pull
things off with the cool-headed practicality she had thought she’d have ready
when this time came. What could be so hard about pleasuring a man? They were
basically quite easy to satisfy. And yet...here was this golden-toned,
perfectly ripped body laid out in front of her that seemed built just for a
lover’s adoring, hungered touch. She wanted to do what he asked, wanted to do
it so very badly it frightened her. But still she was held back by her fears
– and she looked up into his hooded eyes pleadingly. She found his gaze
merciless, feral in its command.

“Miranda...”

The warning
tone was enough. She would obey. And gladly...

***

It was like
something had been switched on inside her.

In that
split-second, Miranda turned temptress, teaser and tormentor. Because once she
made the split-second decision to rise to Jude’s challenge, she found she was
not short on courage, imagination - or passion.

She arched over
him, their bodies barely touching. She was still wearing her lacy, very skimpy
lingerie, which she kept on as she proceeded in her heart-lurching task.

He lay there
expectant, and she took her time, bending slowly, ever slowly to his lips. Her
eyes fluttering closed against the dark flush of arousal she could see on his
face. He was already ablaze for her, she could tell. His whole frame was taut,
and bringing off delicious warmth. She was entranced, mesmerized. She wanted to
taste him all over, make him lose his infernal cool while still keeping her own
self in detachment. But there was no way, she knew, that she could stay
detached for long...

Her mouth
melded sensually over his. No tongue, just her lips tugging and nibbling him,
building up moisture. His breathing was harsh; she could hear it in the
background of her own unsteady gasping as with every taste of his firm, yummy
lips, she felt a coil winding tightly inside her belly. She framed his face
with her hands, and deepened the kiss, taking him with a feminine roughness
that made him growl in approval. He parted his lips to her bold raiding, and
she hungrily drove her tongue inside.

She heard
herself moaning as they sampled each other thirstily, turning the heat levels
up to steamy in zero to five seconds. Her hands left his face to link with his
fingers on either side of his head, drawing them up against the headboard
behind him as they had their erotically sloppy tongue-fest. She never wanted to
stop; kissing him felt almost too delightful, even sinful, as it grew even more
lewd by the second. Sultry, fearless, she poured herself into the mood,
enjoying how it felt to take control, to
own
the scene. And it had only just begun.

 

***

Jude’s fingers
clenched and unclenched within hers, groaning deep in his throat as her wild,
audacious kiss got his heart pounding and his cock throbbing almost painfully.

Damn, if she
could blow his mind with just her kiss...

He loved it;
loved her she was taking charge; how she kept his hands up by his head while
she snaked her soft, supply body over his. Her lips pulled teasingly on his for
a few more delicious minutes, before she broke the kiss. She had a sexy little
smile on her lips as she drew herself up on her knees beside him, letting go of
her grip on his fingers. And then she took hold of the hem of her short
nightgown before, without further ado, plucking it over her head. Jude drew in a strangled breath.

There were no
words...just rapture. All he could do was stare at her, now naked before him
except for the tiny lacy briefs which were shielding her last secret from him.
He’d never seen a body so lusciously beautiful, and he itched to touch her -
felt his fingers twitch with the urge to seize her full, melon-sized mounds
with their pretty, puffy nipples and just squeeze, hard.

She was all delicious curves and glowing,
soft-looking skin. He’d never seen anything so beautiful, or sexy. He held
himself back from just grabbing for her like his raging hormones wanted him to
do. Instead, he leaned back, propped by his elbows, as he waited for her next
move.

 

***

Miranda
remembered that he’d said something about an early meeting he had to be at the
next morning. But hell no was she rushing this – not at the first go.
Their kiss had been a complete game changer, and now she wanted more –
she wanted it all.

Taking her
time, she reached out a hand, and touched his terrifically fit-looking body.
Ran her palm flat down all over him, bumping over ever ridge and slope. His
chest heaved as her hand stroked leisurely over its broad expanse, her
fingertips brushing his nipples. And when she slid her way down his rippling
six-packs, she felt his abs muscles contract as he sucked in a breath.

The next
moment, she was wrapping her fingers round his cock, savouring the pleasure of
having him throbbing and pulsing in her grasp. She spent the next few minutes
fisting his
thickly-veined
shaft, staring in
fascination as even with both her hands, she still couldn’t seem to encompass
its enormous girth. The tip was broad and very well defined, looking as smooth
as purpled marble. Miranda was breathless, filled with the need to take him
wholly into her mouth, and taste the diamond-like drops of pre-cum steeping his
cap. One hand lowered to stroke his balls, which felt so taut and silky within
their sacs.
His breath had grown raspy now
,
she could hear it
. Or maybe it was just hers echoing and
pounding in her ears.

She glanced up
at him then, and felt staggered by the look of ferocious desire on his face. He
almost seemed to grimace, his face a mask of self-control and maybe even
anguish. It was almost as if her very touch hurt. Well, if that was the case,
she decided, then...his pain was about to get a lot worse...

The moment she
took him in her mouth, she closed her eyes in utter bliss, blown away by the
taste of him on her tongue. She felt him jerk upwards in instant reaction, and
she balanced a free hand on his abs as she worked her lips on his shaft. For
the first time, he lifted his hands from the bed and now threaded them into her
hair, his touch caressing as she sucked on him with manifest delight.

Heck, she was
practically humming in pleasure, her lips wrapping firmly around him as she
bobbed her head. She alternated between fast and slow, but her pace was always
steady, never breaking. She slid her mouth up and down on him again and again,
taking him as deep as she dared, her lips stretching as far as they could go
round his stiff pole.

She intensified
the sensations by teasing him with her tongue flicking over his cap and along
his length, even as she blew him. She didn’t even know how she knew what to do;
she’d certainly never been this adventurous before. But instinctively, she
seemed to know how to please him, switching the manner of her ministrations up
from mild to downright wanton as she bathed him in saliva. She licked, sucked,
and nibbled, till she could feel his meaty manhood begin to pulsate and tighten
within her mouth. She was pushing him to the brink, tormenting him with
pleasure and making his whole body stiffen against the threatening tide.
Miranda could sense it; she knew he was close, and she gloried in her power to
make him go so close to the edge.

“Stop.” His
voice was alien, almost strangled, and she felt his fingers clench gently into
her hair as he drew her off his now painfully hard cock. She chuckled softly as
she looked up at his tortured expression, his skin slightly flushed. He saw her
little smile of triumph, and he grinned suddenly. “Witch. You enjoyed driving me
nuts, didn’t you? Well, you might as well allow me to return the favour...”

His words sent
a thrill of anticipation running through Miranda’s veins. She was still
all-atremble
herself, not as unmoved by sucking on him as
she appeared. She lay flat on her back beneath him, biting on her lip to quell
a moan as his warm hands fell on her hips. He hooked fingers into her thong
panties and drew them down, past her knees and then off her ankles. She felt
his eyes upon her sex, and almost shuddered because a flash of something dark
and fiery glittered through his gaze. And she was in no way surprised that when
he finally put his hand to her pussy for the first time, there was an
unmistakable squelching sound.


Wet...so wet
,” he let out in that
unrecognisable voice, and Miranda looked away half in embarrassment, her normal
shyness resurfacing. But then she felt him tip her chin back so that she could
face him again.

“Don’t be
ashamed of wanting this, Miranda. I told you,
that’s
the only way it’s going to count.
Because I don’t want it to
be all about me.
Ever. And I’m going to show you how much your pleasure,
your satisfaction, means to me.”

Oh boy
, Miranda thought with an inner shiver as she felt him
settle above her. His broad build was almost dwarfing even
her
far from petite frame. She tried to maintain her cool, and tell
her self that those lips he trailed softly over her
collar
bone
were in no way weakening. No, she wasn’t melting to pieces beneath
his touch, not even when he stroked his fingertips along the puffy furrows of
her nether lips. And yet, why did her thighs quiver so? Why did it feel like
her nipples were about to explode when he put them in his mouth, one after the
other? And what was that strange, keening sound coming from her mouth just as,
without warning, he thrust his fingers deep into her?

Before long,
Miranda found herself succumbing,
moan by moan
, to his
sensual skill. She never really stood a chance, did she? Not when every little
thing he did seemed to throw her into a gasping frenzy. The things he did with
his hands, his mouth... She’d never have dreamed she would be on the receiving
end of such unquenchable, body-shuddering ecstasy. With a flash of foresight,
she suddenly saw the next six days stretching in one endless pattern of bliss.

***

By the end of
the night, he’d made good his promise of pleasure and satisfaction - never more
so than at that point when he’d lowered his face between her parted thighs and
placed his tongue upon her sex. Miranda could remember how she’d arched
involuntarily from the bed, stiffening with a sharp, sweet agony. And he was so
relentless, giving her no recovery time as he took her from one plane of
ecstasy to the next.

He tongued her
molten slit and drew out even more moisture, taking turns between sucking on
her engorged clit, and sawing his fingers steadily into her clenching walls.

She’d felt set
on fire, and could recall once or twice screaming out his name, and hearing him
reply with an approving groan. Especially when, without warning, she gushed upon his tongue. Miranda
hadn’t even seen it coming; one second she’d been writhing beneath the
onslaught of his tongue and lips, and then suddenly, a burst of light exploded
in her vision and then she came, her juices sleeting forth.

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