Caught in the Delicious Clutches of a Sex God
Like I mentioned in yesterday’s post, Wes and I had a sex date on Sunday afternoon. Dear Goddess, the man is a sex god! I know I say that all the time, but it’s amazing how good his cock feels inside me and what an awesome lover he is. Really.
Since it was Valentine’s weekend, I decided to surprise him with the new babydoll I bought last week, the one with silver swirls painted on black fishnet so sheer my nipples show through in all their rosy glory. Yeah, he loved it, too. Especially when he realized it was form-fitting, and he’d have to pull it up over my head to get it off (which he did in record time). My hips are so slim usually he just slips a babydoll down in one fast swipe, and it puddles at my feet on the floor. It was easy to see he loved the added challenge with this one. Talk about unwrapping "the package." *naughty grin*
Anyway, when I finally let him climax and he rolls away from me, he’s panting and perspiring. I’m kinda dazed myself, lying on the bed, flat on my back, my knees bent, just grooving on all the shattering G-spot Os he’s given me for the last hour.
"I’m an old man," he mumbles when his lips can move again.
"What is it this time?" I whisper, rolling over and wrapping my arms and legs around his gorgeous bod like a pretzel.
"It’s my wrists," he replies. "They started hurting toward the end, holding myself up at that angle."
"Mmm," I murmur, slipping his soft earlobe between my teeth for a good suck. "I think they have exercises you can do for that."
"No, big deal," he assures me. "They don’t hurt anymore." He turns his head to give me a smoldering kiss. "Besides, darlin’, I’d have to exercise my entire body to keep up with you in bed."
"Then do it," I say, pressing my lips to his hot neck.
Uh-oh. I miss whatever he says next. My brain switches gears, and now I’m thinking about how deliciously warm men are and what a turn-on all that hot skin is for me. Yummy! Okay, I’m easily distracted. LOL
But I’m thin, and I have low blood pressure, so I chill easily. That’s why it always amazes me how warm men are. Wes is so hot he feels like an electric blanket. Really. Add to that he’s using a new shea butter shower gel fragranced with a sweet powdery scent. Yeah, the sensualist in me shifts into overdrive. *lusty grin*
Suddenly, all I want to do is lick, suck, and kiss every inch of his lusciously warm, sweet-scented bod. When I mention this to Wes and start climbing him like a tree, he flips over on top of me.
"Control yourself, darlin’," he warns, those strong wrists of his pinning me to the mattress like a bug. "You’re getting squirrelly."
Nah, more like HORNY! The man is a sex god who just gave me some of the best G-spot Os I’ve had all month. Plus, he’s soft, silky, and scented like sweet powder. YOWZA! All I want to do is devour him.
But I don’t.
See? I can behave myself. Kinda. So I just lie there and purr, trapped under his arms, caught in the clutches of a sex god. Then I let him have his wicked way with me. Again.
Ahhhh, I just love it when a plan comes together, ya know? *naughty grin*
xoxo
Laura Stamps (c)
Author of Erotica and Paranormal Romance Novels
http://www.LauraStamps.blogspot.com (excerpts from all of my novels)
http://laura-stamps8.livejournal.com (my naughty Author Blog/updated daily)
Laura Stamps (c)
Author of Erotica and Paranormal Romance Novels
http://www.LauraStamps.blogspot.com (excerpts from all of my novels)
http://laura-stamps8.livejournal.com (my naughty Author Blog/updated daily)
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