man would be shattered forever. Kenny stiffened and pulled back.
No, don’t do this to yourself. You waited too long to prove you are desirable and that you can give pleasure. Be bold. Follow your body’s desires.
She lifted her shaking hands up his chest and pressed onto her tiptoes, her tongue slid out and licked the clef in his chin.
Kenny groaned and tightened his grip on her.
See, you can do this.
“Sweet, sweet,” he whispered.
His lips trailed back to hers and fused with urgent, intense heat. Her tongue pushed into his mouth, tasting coffee and spice. God, it had been too long. The determined tangle of his tongue with hers made her heart race. She needed more. She needed it all. She stepped forward and forced her body into direct contact with his length.
Growling, he rubbed her belly with his hips. Good Lord, his prick. Her whole body trembled. The large line of hard flesh pressing into her was unmistakable. Waves of pleasure spiraled from the spot filling the tender flesh between her thighs. Juice dripped down her leg as she imagined his large phallus filling her. She wanted this act with him, but would it happen or would he become disgusted with her before it came to the tickle?
His hands slid to the swell of her bottom and cupped her, spreading the spheres. A large male thigh slid between her legs, pressing against her sex. She moaned. Heat raced through her veins as her hips arched into him. So good…The sensation felt so good.
Her hands slid down his belly, and his muscles jumped and tensed. Reaching the waist of his breeches, her fingers slid down his hard phallus.
“Umm.” His encouragement vibrated through their dueling tongues. She wanted to see the ridge of flesh, not just touch the skin, to compare his full-grown sex to the beauty of his youthful prick. Finding the buttons to his flap on the waist of his trousers, she popped one from its home.
Kenny pulled from the kiss and placed his forehead on hers. “Good God, Hannah, this is too much.” Kissing the tip of her nose, he lifted her off the ground. “I’m certainly dreaming.” He spun her around, laid her in the grass atop his clothes, wedging a hard leg between her thighs.
Bolts of lightning slid through her. Soon he would wedge his entire body in that spot, sliding his prick into her as she writhed beneath him. She studied his face; only desire resided in the depths of his eyes. There was no anger, no disappointment. She could do this; she would pleasure him.
Her hands clenched fistfuls of shirt. Oh how she wanted to run her hands up his naked back and clasp his clenching bum, to wrap her hand and her tongue around his throbbing staff.
To make him cry out.
She never felt so wanton in all her life.
“Kenny. I…” God, how did she ask if she could lick his prick? If he said no, she would feel like such a simpleton. Her cheeks warmed, and she closed her eyes.
“Yes, sweet?” He placed a kiss on the exposed skin of her neck. His soft hair brushing the tender skin beneath her chin. He kissed her just thus all those years ago. She trembled at the memory of what came next.
His tongue slid and swirled into the circular crevice at the base of her throat. A groan crept from deep within her chest as she imagined his tongue licking the rest of her, the moist heat circling her breasts, her belly button, and her sex. Oh God. She needed this. She needed him. Her hands gripped his shoulders, then trailed to his neck, searching for bare, hot skin.
“Hannah?” His mouth pulled from her flesh, and her eyes fluttered open. He stared at her. “What do you need, sweet?”
“I…I want to see your prick,” she blurted.
Please, please don’t pull away from me. Her breath hitched as his muscles tensed and he pushed away from her. His brows drew together, and he stared at her with an amused smile. He wasn’t displeased. Thank goodness.
He sat back on his feet and pulled her up to kneel beside him, grinning. “Do you?”
His hands busily worked at the last two fastenings of his buckskins, then he reached in and slid his phallus out. Her breath caught. Beautiful. More beautiful than she remembered. His prick jumped in his hand, and as he gazed back at her, the corner of her lips turned up. “Can I touch it, Kenny?”
“Yes,” he said, and closed his eyes.
She scooted forward so that her legs touched his, and trailed her fingers about the smooth shaft. A deep groan rumbled in his chest.
The blazing heat of his prick seeped through her icy skin. The head, the shape of a plum, with a deep ridge where the shaft connected, made her mouth water. Her lips would fit in that indentation.
Closing her fingers about the shaft, she could barely circumference the girth. She placed her other hand above her first and gripped him. Amazing, room still resided between her hand and the fat tip.
She wanted to lick the heated skin. To taste his satiny smoothness. Her tongue slid out and wet her lips. Glancing up, she met black pools of heat.
He licked his lips, gritted his teeth, then nodded. “Lark me with your mouth, Hannah.”
He knew what she wanted. She wet her lips again as he reclined farther back and outstretched his long legs.
Please let me do this right.
She stared at the round plump head—Do just as Emma did—then leaned in and placed her pursed lips on the tip. His body jerked and his breath caught.
The hot tip tasted of salt, and the flesh smelled deliciously sweet and spicy. Sliding her tongue through her lips, she licked the eye at the tip.
His hand fumbled, pushing up her skirts, and slid up the length of her leg. She jumped at the intimate caress, and wetness flowed from between her legs. He was going to touch her weeping flesh. Good Lord, yes. She wanted his touch there. Her thighs parted to welcome him.
His large hand seized her bum and sensation seeped through her. She paused to savor his heat on her skin. If she disgusted him before this was through, she would have this moment locked away for her lonely nights.
His fingers probed between her bum cheeks, pushing into her wetness. Oh! Her sex throbbed. Her breath jittered with each stroke he made. She needed to return the sensation. She slid her lips down the sculpted taper of his phallus to the deep ridge, swirling the edge with her moisture.
“Damn, sweet.” His hips jerked up, and a finger curled into the opening of her sex.
“Uhh…” Her hips pressed down against the invasion. She wanted him deeper within her.
“Take more, my sweet, please. Lick the head…suck me into your mouth…like you wanted to when you watched.”
Good Lord, he saw that. It didn’t matter. She wanted to lick his prick, suck his hardness, and taste his seed.
Placing her hand at the base of the staff, as she had read in one of her books, she slid three inches of hot male flesh into her mouth. “Umm.” Her tongue rubbed the underside, feeling the raised veins and sucking back to the tip. Kenny groaned deliciously and breathed in, clenching his teeth.
