Two's Company

slacks so she could feel his bare skin. Her touch sent a shiver down his
    spine and goose bumps over his flesh. Her nails grazed his skin as he found the
    clasp to her bra and slid it off her body.
    Gillian ran her hands over his back, around his stomach and up his chest
    before she pushed him away from her. She licked her lips and smiled while
    unbuttoning his shirt. When she pushed it over his shoulders, her lip caught in
    her teeth as she looked at him. Through hooded eyes she admired the planes and
    hard angles with sinewy muscle beneath smooth, tanned skin, and covered with
    a light dusting of dark hair. Letting her hands glide over him, she raked her nails
    through the hair on his chest and followed the thin trail down his stomach until
    it disappeared. She pulled the hook on his trousers free, unzipped them and let
    them slide over his hips and down his legs. Bare beneath it all, he looked
    magnificent. Her breath caught as she reached for him and wrapped her hand
    around his dick. She dropped to her knees, knelt before him, and sucked him
    into her mouth.
    She moved back and forth on him, loving the feel of his cock growing
    hard against her tongue, and he continued to grow larger until her jaws ached
    from his demanding size. With his fingers tangled in her hair, he moved her
    mouth back and forth on his cock, setting his own rhythm, and she followed
    where he led.
    “Look at me,” he said hoarsely. He pulled her head back and she had no
    choice but to meet his eyes. He moved his hands to each side of her face, holding
    her head perfectly still while he pushed his cock farther down her throat.
    Gillian ran her hands up the outside of his legs, around to the cheeks of
    his ass, and back to the insides of his thighs. She grasped his balls gently, yet
    firmly in one hand, and massaged him as she watched his face. His changing
    expressions told her how much he enjoyed fucking her mouth, and she grazed
    her nails down one thigh.
    About to explode in her mouth, Ian knew he had to stop right then. Her
    warm mouth felt so damn good; the last thing he wanted was to stop but he
    pulled out. He gritted his teeth, placed his hands on her shoulders and lifted her
    to him. Scooping her up, he carried her to the bed and lay down beside her.
    Gently, he stroked her cheek and kissed her. He slid his tongue into her mouth
    and palmed one of her tits. Her nipples grew taut and her body responded to his
    touch. He licked his way down her neck and over her collarbone. He sucked a
    nipple into his mouth while his hand moved farther down her body. He stroked
    the soft skin of her stomach, fingered the small hoop in her bellybutton, and
    moved over her hips to her thighs.
    Gillian arched into his hand when he cupped her pussy and slid one
    finger up and down the wet folds. Her legs spread for him, she rocked her hips
    against his hand as two of his fingers slipped inside her. She felt his teeth on her
    nipple and it drove a spear of desire straight to her clit. One of her hands roamed
    restlessly over Ian’s back while the other massaged one tit.
    “F uck me,” she whispered. “Fuck me now!”
    Ian slid on top of her and kissed both her breasts, then slid down her body
    with his tongue leaving a wet, hot trail over her skin. On his knees between her
    legs, he grasped her hips in both hands and held her tightly to the bed, then
    licked the thin strip of hair left from her last bikini wax down to her clit. He
    sucked her clit between his lips, held it gently while his tongue flicked back and
    forth over it. His eyes never left Gillian’s face while he watched her reactions to
    his movements. Her hands roamed over her tits, roamed down her stomach and
    back up her body, up her neck and over her face. She sucked a finger into her
    mouth and moaned loudly. His tongue slipped farther down, and he dipped into
    her wet pussy and mouth-fucked her.
    Gillian thought she’d burst into flames if Ian continued in this manner.
    Every nerve in her body burned, every cell called out to him, and every ounce of
    her being begged for release. Being held down thrilled her, but what he did
    while he held her down rocked her nearly out of her mind.
    “F uck me,” she begged. “Just make me come. I can’t stand this!”
    Gillian’s words brought Ian to his knees. He sat between her thighs cross -
    legged, and lifted her to him. Positioned so her legs hung over his shoulders with
    her c unt at his mouth, he feasted. He flicked his tongue over