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gripped harder with her thighs, arching her lower back to give him a better view of her pussy from the back.
“Uh-huh,” he said in a low voice. “Show it off. That thong is already wet. I want to get it even wetter. I want to suck your sweet juice right through it.”
He let her slide down and Bliss heard her skirt rip. She didn’t care. Her breasts rubbed against his hard, bare chest, the soft knit of her sweater providing sensual stimulation to the aching nipples inside her sheer bra.
She took a step away from him and unfastened the zipper, letting the ripped skirt fall to her ankles and standing in front of him in just her pantyhose, thong, and top. And her high heels.
Jaz didn’t wait. He pulled her sweater up over her breasts, taking both her nipples between his fingertips and rolling them tightly, using the sheer material of the bra for extra-sexy friction. But he was strong. The bra was going to suffer the same fate as the skirt if she didn’t stop him and take it off.
Bliss reached behind her back for the clasp, a move that thrust her tits into his cupping hands. Jaz groaned and bent his head down to tease one nipple with his tongue. She got the clasp undone and he pushed the bra up and away, suckling hungrily on the nipple, which perked up between his lips. The intense sensation went right to her pussy. Bliss slid a finger down inside her thong. He was right. She was soaking wet.
He must have looked down to see what she was doing to herself, because he let her nipple pop out of his mouth, glossy and red. “Don’t stop,” she said weakly. He barely nodded, then suckled the other one just as hard, making her sway on her high heels.
“Half dressed and hotter that way,” he murmured when he raised his head. “But I am going to get your clothes off. Inch by inch.” He patted her on the ass.
“What about your clothes?”
“Oh yeah. Gotta get those off too.” He winked at her. “We need a level playing surface. What do you say we move to the bedroom?”
Bliss didn’t bother pulling down her sweater, which was all tangled up with her unfastened bra anyway. “Okay with me.”
He took her by the shoulders and turned her around. “I want you to walk in front of me. Make your hips sway just like you did when we left the restaurant.”
She cast him a look over her shoulder and grinned. “And I thought you were such a gentleman for letting me go ahead.”
He grinned back. “Now you know. I’m not. Do you know how good you look from the rear? Not that there’s anything wrong with the front view of you either.” He patted her ass again. “Walk that way.”
Bliss made it last, taking small steps, her hands on her hips. She could almost feel his eyes burn into her flesh and the thought that he was looking, just looking, with such lustful intensity, made her even more aroused.
She paused at the door. Make him wait for it. What the hell. Bliss took a stance with her legs apart and her hands braced on the doorjamb, hoping that he would keep on coming if she stopped—and push the big cock straining inside his pants against her. He didn’t disappoint her. In fact, he had unzipped his fly while she walked in front of him and pushed down his briefs, letting his cock out.
She still hadn’t seen it or touched it, but she could sure as hell feel it. He was super-long and thick too. Jaz pinned her wrists with his hands. Tall as he was, he had to press his throbbing shaft against the small of her back. She could feel his heavy balls, tight and ready to burst, bouncing between her cheeks.
“I should pull down those pantyhose right now,” he growled softly in her ear. “Bare your ass and have you bend over. Or you could get on all fours on the bed.”
“You’ll have to let me go.”
“But I like you like this. All spread open…with your back to me. You’re not sure what I’m going to do next, are you?”
Bliss gave in to a sensual shudder that went through her entire body. “Make it good,” she whispered.
Jaz let go of her wrists and used both his hands to pull down her pantyhose in one swift move. The thong stayed where it was. Startled, Bliss gave a little cry, even though she knew he was playing a game with her. She kept her hands where they were, as if he had tied her in place, letting him caress her bare buttocks with sensual skill.
She tossed her hair, aware that he had kneeled behind her to stroke and kiss her legs, rolling down the pantyhose—inch by inch, as he had promised—and touching the skin he uncovered with tender brushes of his lips and hands.
Bliss stepped her feet apart. The thong still contained the damp ringlets of her pubic hair, but she wanted him to see it all and have the best view possible of her juicy pussy if he was going to take his sweet time.
Again, he didn’t disappoint her. Two thick male fingers slid over the cleft, staying on the panty side and barely—just barely—brushing the tip of her clit. The subtle stimulation made her dizzy and Bliss clung to the doorway. He clasped her waist, nuzzling her ass playfully before he crouched down to slip her shoes off and remove the pantyhose completely.
Bliss stood on the carpet, poised to enter the bedroom at last, barefoot. But Jaz stood up and got one big, muscular arm around her waist and the other between her legs, lifting her up and tossing her gently on the bed. Bliss laughed as she landed, and rolled around, removing her bra and sweater while he shucked his pants and briefs.
His crisp shirt was gone, probably lying in the hall. Bliss feasted on the sight of the huge cock jutting almost straight up to his bellybutton.
“Like what you see?” he asked softly. He took his shaft in one hand and began to stroke it slowly from base to the plumlike head, increasing its girth.
Her eyes widened. “Shouldn’t I be doing that for you?”
“I like it when women watch. I’m not going to come, don’t worry. Just want you to really look at what you’re going to get.”
The man knew the power of a good visual. And his very male pride in his body was understandable. He was packing something to be proud of. Bliss sat up and scooched to the end of the bed. “Then give me a better view. You’re too far away.”
He grasped himself firmly right under the head, making it turn a deeper color as more blood rushed into his erection, stiffening the flesh he held so tightly. Then he came closer.
He really did like it when women watched. He kept his eyes on her face, aroused by her focus on his cock. Bliss touched soft fingertips to his balls and Jaz drew in his breath. “Ahh. Go ahead.” He changed his stance, keeping his muscular legs well apart so she could treat him to caresses on the sensitive skin between his thighs.
Bliss stroked his balls, which tightened up, as if he were about to shoot his load. A drop of cum pulsed uncontrollably from the hole in his cock head, then another. Jaz let go of himself and pushed her away gently. “Condom time. Unless you want me to eat you all up.”
“Please do,” she said softly. She grabbed the thin elastic straps of her thong panties and wriggled them partway down her hips before he stopped her.
“Leave those on. I want to suck your clit through that fine material. But go ahead. Play with your panties.”
She kneeled in front of him, entwining her fingers in the straps and pulling the wet material between her labia. Bliss pulled slowly, back and forth, up and down enjoying the scorching-hot desire that flamed in his eyes when he watched her masturbate with her delicate panties.
“Go, Bliss. Get good and wet. That little clit of yours is going to get hard. And you’re going to come in my mouth.”
“I want to,” she breathed.
“Then lie back,” Jaz said.
She did as she was told, spreading her legs wide open. He reached down to grab her ankles and pulled them together again, dragging her down so that her butt was at the bottom of the bed. He set her feet far apart