Authors: U
Seeing the look of desire on her face, Casey started forward. Paige
saw him move and took a tentative step and stopped. Then he closed
the distance and she found herself pushed none too gently against the
wall with him pressed against her. Her leg lifted, wrapping her foot
around the back of his ankle, she felt him press against her heat. Their
mouths ravished the other until they were forced to pull apart to
breathe.
He didn't give her time to think. Shoving her long blonde hair
away from her neck and shoulders, his tongue danced across her
sensitive skin and found the tender spot that sent a shiver spiraling
through her body.
Her hand grasped at his hair, but it wasn't long enough for her to
hold. Her other hand roamed across the muscles that played along his
back while he moved against her. His hands were everywhere all at
once. Okay, she was now convinced that he wanted her, not Rosa. A
fleeting thought of wondering why he would want her crossed her
mind but she forced it away. She heard him say her name gruffly. He
breathed heavily against her, and then felt him nip her neck, his teeth
scraping against her sensitive skin.
It would stop now, or it would be too late. She opened her eyes as
he lifted his head to stare down into her green eyes. Her hand
dropped away and felt around in her back pocket. Flipping out the
room key and holding it up for him to see. Again, the self-doubt tried
to sneak its way back in but was lost in the mind blowing kiss he gave
her. The key slipped when he tugged on it gently, pulling it from her
hand.
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One last peak in the other couple's direction showed Tadd now had
Rosa bent over the chair she and Casey had vacated. Tadd pumped in
and out of Rosa while her hand rubbed against her clit. A satisfied
smile on her lips, with her free hand, she gave Paige a thumbs up and
another wink.
Paige shook her head and wondered if Rosa had set this up.
Stopping outside her door she turned to Casey with her eyes narrowed
suspiciously. "Did Rosa put you up to this?"
He didn't answer. Instead, he slid the key through the slot. He
pushed the door open and his lips came down on hers. Walking her
backwards into the room, his arms wrapped around her waist, his
mouth never left hers.
In the back of her mind she shouted at herself, trying to make
herself see reason. But she didn't want to. She needed this, wanted to
release the pent up frustrations, wanted to let go for once in her life.
His hand dropped to the top button of her shirt. One by one they
slipped effortlessly through the hole and the shirt glided down her
arms. His mouth followed, kissing along the top of her shoulder, his
fingers softly caressing her, barely touching her skin.
Paige closed her eyes and her mind. She didn't want to think any
more. She just wanted to feel.
And she did.
The shirt landed on the floor in a soft heap as his mouth sought and
found her erect nipple through the black lace of her bra. She threw
her head back when she felt his teeth nip at her through the thin
material. Her hands tugged at his shirt. She wanted to feel his skin.
He left her long enough to lift his t-shirt up and over his head, and
then he was right back on her breast. His hot mouth suckled her.
Her hands ran up and down his smooth heated skin. She loved the
strong shoulders and muscles of his back. Her head fell back in
pleasure. A groan escaped when he lifted the material of the bra and
she felt his tongue flick across her sensitive nipple. Then his hand
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was at her back and his fingers deftly rid her of the bra. It landed on
the floor with her shirt.
She stood in front of him, bare from the waist up.
Casey leaned back and looked at her heavy, full breasts.
She wanted to cover herself, but the growl of arousal she heard
from him made her hesitate. Leaning forward he latched on to her
hard nipple. Her knees suddenly felt weak and she had to grab his
shoulders to keep from fall over. She wasn't perky like Rosa, but that
didn't seem to bother him. His hands massaged the weight of her
breasts and his mouth lavished attention on one, then the other. By
the time he rose back up to her mouth, she knew her sex was slick
with wetness.
Her hands went to the button of his jeans.
He leaned back, giving her access. The bulge in his pants was
evidence of just how much he wanted her and that sent a thrill of
excitement coursing through her. Right there in the living room of her
temporary lodging, Paige went down on her knees. Looking up into
his eyes, she watched the eager desire cross his face, pulling the
zipper down she allowed his thick cock to spring free.
Gently wrapping her hands around the girth of him, her tongue
peaked out from between her full lips and flicked across his swollen
head. He jerked in response to her wet caress. His eyes narrowed and
he watched her moisten her lips in anticipation of having him slide
into her mouth.
Her hand stroked lightly, moving forward, her fingers touched the
tip of him, feeling the pre-cum that waited there. Flicking her tongue
once more she tasted him, running her fingers around the head, and
then her lips closed around him. Her mouth slid slowly down his
shaft and she heard the deep growl of satisfaction rumble through him.
His hand found the back of her head and guided her along his
velvet steel length. Feeling every groan, every lick and suck she made
on his cock. His balls tightened in anticipation.
Paige loved the feel of control. She could make him cum with just
a few quick moves, but she wanted to prolong his enjoyment. He was
young, compared to her anyway, and since she was this far into being
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bad, she was going to enjoy it for as long as she could. Her fingers
found his taunt sack and massaged gently. Her tongue slid along the
length of him. When he twitched in her mouth and she laughed in
pleasure.
The vibration made him groan, his hand bunched in her hair to hold
her still while he quickened the pace, pumping in and out of her
mouth. Suddenly, he pulled back, reached down and lifted her so she
was standing. He moved fast. In the next instant, he had her in his
arms, carrying her towards the bedroom.
She was no lightweight. Having children and eating on the run, she
had packed on a few more pounds than she wished she had and
wanted to tell him to put her down. But this felt nice to be held in
strong arms. He didn't appear to be struggling to carry her, so she
didn't fight it.
She wanted to giggle when his shaft poked her in the back with
each step he took.
In a few short strides Casey turned sideways and was through the
bedroom door and next to the bed. Then he released her, dumping her
on the bed and she squealed, and then laughed at the sound she had
made. She wondered briefly if the full size bed was going to be big
enough for the two of them. Scooting towards the middle, he quickly
followed her, his mouth landing on hers in a deep kiss.
The button and zipper of her jeans were already undone and he was
tugging impatiently. The humidity of the midsummer night didn't
help and she felt a little self-conscious that she was perspiring until
she realized he was too. Lifting her hips, she helped him shimmy the
jeans down her hips. Then he stopped when he got to her shoes.
Looked up at her, his eyebrow cocked, he grinned and started
unlacing the boots. "Sensible woman, I like that."
It was all he said, but that made her smile, delighted that he wasn't
disappointed because she didn't wear sexy heels like Rosa wore. The
boots were tossed to the side and he finished pulling her jeans from
her legs, those were pushed mindlessly aside. Moving to stand at the
foot of the bed, he grabbed her by the knees and he pulled her to him,
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spreading her legs apart. She tried to close her knees in self-conscious
modesty, but he wouldn't allow it and held her still.
The bedside lamp was on dim, so they both could see, but it wasn't
blaringly bright. He looked down at the pair of black panties that
matched the bra she had been wearing. His fingers traced the elastic
along the top.
Her muscles twitched when he touched her skin.
His eyes jumped to hers.
She smiled nervously. "I don't normally do this." She finally got
out in a hoarse whisper. Her husband was the only man she had been
with in twenty years.
"You're beautiful, Paige." His voice was soft, a smile curved his
lips and the dimples that she had first noticed about him showed in his
cheeks.
Paige smiled in return and relaxed slightly. His fingers continued
running along the material, slowly inching its way to the heat between
her legs. When the tip of his finger touched the wetness that had
soaked through her panties, he smiled in satisfaction and brought his
fingers to his lips, tasting her.
Paige couldn't say anything. She sucked in her breath, waiting for
what he was going to do next. She watched him look at her, his eyes
following the path his fingers had taken.
His hand gently pressed her legs a little further apart. The fan in
the window blew hot air into the room, but it felt cool against her
heated skin.
He leaned down and his lips touched the inside of her knee,
nibbling at her tender skin. He kissed his way to where her legs met
at the juncture of her sex. His tongue darted out and drew a wet path
along the inside of her thigh.
She heard him inhale deeply and she tensed. Then his mouth was
on the material of her panties, caressing her, pushing on her fleshy
lips. She groaned at the long awaited touch.
He moved up onto the bed. His skin glistened in the low light.
Mouth descending on hers, he pressed his hips against her wetness
and she tasted her musky wetness while her hands pulled at his
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shoulders. She wanted him inside of her right then! She didn't want
to wait. It had been way too long. But he had other ideas.
Pulling away from her, he moved back down between her thighs.
His hand reached for her hips and pulled the panties down, slowly
revealing her dark patch of hair. She was glad she had shaved and
trimmed before going out. His fingers traced her ringlets lightly while
he watched her face. Paige was not used to being stared at like this,
she covered her face.
"Don't." He ordered. "I want to see that I am pleasing you."
She dropped her hands and looked at him. Being married for nearly
twenty years to the same man, she had grown accustom to him turning
over in the middle of the night, pressing up against her, then
demanding entrance. No real foreplay involved. After that many
years a person learns what the other person needs and it was easy to
satisfy that need quickly, turn over and go back to sleep. So this was
totally new for her... She was tantalized to find a man who actually
wanted to please her.
Casey's hand caressed her gently, massaging the inside of her thigh,
while his other finger ran along the slit of her lips, but he didn't move
to delve in.
She groaned in anticipation.
He smiled. Reaching above her head, he watched her pull one of
the pillows down and to support her head. She saw the pleased look
on his face when she watched what he did to her.
The look of desire in his eyes set her body on fire. He was rock
hard and stood at full attention. She wanted to reach out and pull him
to her, to guide his cock and slide along the length of him, to feel him
inside of her.
Just then his finger slipped through her wet lips. He closed his eyes
briefly and when he opened them, she saw red hot desire burning
there. His finger slid through her juices and found her clitoris. When
he flicked the hard little nub her body jerked and the corner of his
mouth lifted in that sexy little way he had of smiling. While his finger
slid back and forth across her, his other hand spread her lips apart so
he could see her glistening pussy.
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Bending down, his tongue replaced his finger on her clit.
She clamped her thighs against the sides of his head. Realizing she
was squeezing, she release just as quickly, his tongue never stopped