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Story: A Secret Escape

My lips find her neck as my hands slide round her back, undoing her bra with a single flick.
Her breath deepens as I bring my hand around to her front, my fingers slipping beneath the loosened lace. I find her nipple, already hard beneath my touch, and tease it slowly before cupping the soft weight of her breast in my palm. The warmth of her, the way she arches into me, makes my grip tighten – deep and possessive, desperate to make her feel everything I’m feeling.
My lips leave her skin just long enough for me to slip the straps from her shoulders, casting the bra to the floor before I continue slowly kissing a trail from the curve of her collarbone down to the swell of her breast, savouring every inch. As my mouth closes over her nipple, she moans – soft and breathy – the sound so sweet I swear my heart climbs into my fucking throat.
Her body responds to mine so fucking well, her hips grinding on me, and I’m willing to bet anything she’s already soaking wet.
A low growl rises up from my chest as I push her back onto the bed, my hands making quick work of unbuttoning those tight jeans. I peel them down over her hips, revealing a silky black thong similar to the one she wore the other night, and suddenly I can’t wait to discover theentire selection of lingerie she owns. I pull the jeans off in one smooth motion, lifting her legs into the air.
I take a deep breath, my eyes tracing every curve of her body as she lays on the bed below me, the peaks of her nipples hard and needy, the sumptuous curve of her breasts slowly rising and falling, along the smooth skin of her stomach, and down to her pussy, so fucking sweet I can’t wait another moment to taste it again.
My hand slides across her centre, her hips arching up to meet me, and I smile at her eagerness. I slide the fabric to the side, my smile growing as I feel how slick she is. I slip one finger inside her and she moans, her eyes closing as she throws her head back into the mattress.
“I love how wet you are for me.”
She whimpers when I add a second finger, my grin widening even farther as her back arches with another moan. I love how fucking responsive her body is to me.
“God, that feels so good,” she whispers.
I smile and pull my hand back, lifting my fingers to my mouth as she looks up at me – brows slightly lifted, lips parted, like she’s asking why I’ve stopped.
Her eyes grow wide as I taste her on my tongue, and the flush that spreads across her cheeks is enough to make my control crack at the edges.
I drag my hand back over her clit, slow and deliberate, teasing her with just enough pressure to make her squirm. A low laugh escapes me, rough with want at the sight of how badly her body needs me.
She looks so beautiful like this – lips swollen, her neck and chest flushed pink, her nipples taut and aching to be touched. And between her legs, she’s absolutely soaking wet for me. And I’ve barely even started.
She sits up, grabbing my hips as she pulls me closer to her and presses her lips to the skin above my waistband. My throat rumbles with a low growl as she presses her hand against my cock and starts sliding it up and down my length.
She pulls the fabric down to my knees and her tongue traces up the side of my cock, my entire body tensing as an electric shock surges through me.
Her hand cups my balls and her mouth is on me, enveloping me in its wet heat.
A loud moan rises up from my throat as she moves her tongue over and around me, andholy fuck,she’s good at that.
Her tongue slides around my cock, licking around the tip, driving every nerve ending in my body fucking insane, and I’m already so close to finishing when she pulls back, looking up at me with hungry eyes.
“Do you have a condom?” she asks, her soft voice making my stomach tighten with need.
“Fuck. Yea, they’re downstairs.” I lean in and kiss her, then jump back off the bed, pulling my sweats the rest of the way off as I walk out the room.
I dig the condoms out of my bag and hurry back up, and the sight that’s waiting for me on the bed might just be the best fucking thing I’ve seen in my entire life.
Lila has shifted back to the top of the mattress so that she’s half sitting up, one arm propping her up on her elbow at one side, and her other hand playing with herself as she rubs her fingers over the top of her silky panties.
I stand there, transfixed, my breath heavy as I stare at her, and I can’t wait another second before I’m on the bed, tugging her down as I straddle her with both legs on either side.
Her eyes are pure need as she wraps her hand around my cock, stroking up and down as her other hand teases my balls. I drop my head back, another low roar rising up from my throat as she increases the speed of her hands.
I pull the condom wrapper open and watch her eyes widen as I roll it on. My cock is so fucking hard it’s throbbing, and I know I’m not going to last long.
I shift back, my fingers grabbing the waistband of her thong, pulling it down as her leg falls to the side, her body opening up to me.
“God, you are fucking perfect, you know that?” I growl.
I take in the sight of her, my eyes trying to burn the image into memory, as my blood rushes through me. My hand swipes across her entrance, a shiver running through her as I slip a finger in.
I kiss her, my cock pressing into her as her desperate moan fills the air.