Page 106 of Barron's Second Chance
Barron's hand smoothed at the expanse of belly that was exposed, caressing the skin of her stomach. His breath was harsh as the irresistible scent of her arousal met his nostrils, causing them to flare.
"Fuck, Eden," was he could groan as he took in.
Eden coyly inched her shirt further up her stomach slowly. He looked at her like he was at a peep show, panting for a glance of the goods. His eyes flared, and he took a deep breath as her lace-covered breasts came into view.
"Jesus," he whimpered as he took in the black scrap of lace that plumped up her straining tits.
"Victoria's Secret, Spring line. Perks of the job."
He reached out and yanked the cups down, exposing her erect, berry red nipples. "Perks, indeed," he groaned as he bent to lick at a turgid peak.
Eden moaned as she arched off the bed. Her hands speared into his hair, welcoming his mouth on her.
She cried out as she felt his teeth scrape at her erect nipple before soothing it with his tongue and then curling around the peak, pulling it into his mouth.
"Ooooh, fuck...," she moaned as his mouth pulled at her nipple. He moved back, brought his hand to one mound, and closed it around her areola, cupping it before tightening his grip, causing the tip to jut forward.
Without taking his eyes from hers, he opened his mouth over her nipple and sucked hard.
She tipped her head back, biting her lip as she moaned loudly. Her panties were completely soaked through. She always loved having her sensitive tits manipulated and was thrilled that Barron still paid as much attention to them now as he did when they were together.
He left her nipple, giving it one last loving lick before he used her other breast, giving it the same attention he gave its twin. She tipped her head back and stroked through the thick strands of his hair.
His lips left her breasts, leaving her nipples swollen and wet. Soft, blazing kisses trailed down her flat stomach. His tongue dipped briefly into her belly button, causing her to giggle at the ticklish sensation.
His fingers grazed the waistband of her jeans. She breathed heavily as he slowly unbuttoned her before tugging the zip down. The noise seemed loud in a room that was still except for their harsh breathing.
His eyes lifted to hers as he grasped the waistband and pulled. She willingly helped him by lifting her hips so that he could glide them down her crotch and long legs. He hurriedly shucked them off and threw them haphazardly over his shoulder.
She should be blushing as he took in her naked, wet, and straining breasts, her bra crudely pulled up to expose them.
She should be mortified that her aroused pussy, only separated from his eyes by a thin layer of lace scrap, was weeping with her juices. Juices he could probably smell, given the fact that his nostrils were flaring, and he was staring at her mound like it was a juicy snack.
Sheshouldbe cringing. She should close her legs and cover her breasts.
She definitely shouldn't be grabbing at her bra and yanking it off, throwing her T-shirt across the room in the process.
Definitely shouldn't settle back down and open her legs wider. Most definitely shouldn't tilt her hips up, offering up her wet pussy to be pleasured by him.
"Look at this pretty little cunt," Barron growled as he pulled the crotch to her panties aside.
"Let me see that pretty little pearl," he opened her slick folds, loving the feel of the cool air against her hot flesh.
She whimpered as she felt his thumb press down hard on her clit before moving his digit around the bud. Eden moved her hips up, inviting him to press harder, and circle that bundle of nerves faster.
"You're so wet my finger keeps slipping." Hazel eyes, full of wanton need, glanced at her. "Tell me what you want, baby," he demanded. "Say it."
She licked her lips. This new take charge and demand Barron was someone she could get on board with. She had been concerned for a brief moment that their sexual chemistry would be a bust when it came down to the act itself. The explosive scene on her couch blew that theory out of the water. This moment right here took that worry and smashed it to smithereens.
Barron ripped her panties off her before blowing on her pussy, causing her legs to fall further apart in reaction.
"Tell me," he ground out.
"Lick me," she moaned.
Her breath hissed as she felt his tongue swipe through her folds. He groaned at her taste, licking his lips. "Like that?" His voice was hoarse with lust.
"More," she demanded, rocking her hips up. She tried and failed to reconnect her cunt to his mouth. "Barron!" She gritted out in frustration.
