Nauti Boy

Kelly giggled. “A few? Hey stud, one a week for six months. I told you, you were hot.”

“I’m going to paddle your ass.” He came out of his chair, watching carefully as she backed away from him, trying not to laugh at the outrage in his expression.

“He went on all evening about the sweat dripping down your chest, Rowdy,” she snickered. “I think he was more impressed than I was.” She shrieked as he bounded over the table, turned, and tried to run.

There was no place to run, and controlling her laughter enough to actually fend him off was impossible, especially once his fingers found the ultrasensitive ticklish areas in her sides and sent her to the floor as she fought his attacking fingers.

“Oh, God. Don’t you tickle me,” she cried breathlessly, rolling, bucking against him as he came over her, his teeth bared in a laughing growl as he caught her hands, stretching them over her head, and stared her down with mocking retribution.

“You’ll pay for that, Kelly,” he promised wickedly.

“What are you going to do, stud?” She blew him an air kiss before collapsing in giggles again as he tickled down her side.

“I surrender,” she laughed breathlessly, twisting beneath him, desperate to escape the fingers. “I promise. I promise. I surrender.”

His fingers stilled, but he didn’t move. Her eyes opened, the laughter dying on her lips at the hunger in his face. He was doing nothing to hide it now, nothing to dilute it. And it stole her breath.

“Rowdy,” she whispered his name, her heart suddenly slamming against her ribs as his gaze dropped to the buttons of her blouse.

“You were sixteen years old,” he whispered. “And all I could think about was doing this.”

His head lowered, his lips pressing to the upper swell of one breast as his tongue licked over it. Velvet flames rasped over her flesh as a shock of sensation slammed into her womb.

“And this.” His head lifted. “Open your lips for me baby, let me show you why I had to run has hard and as fast as I could run.”

He kept hold of her arms, keeping them stretched above her head, helpless beneath him, restrained as his lips lowered and stole her breath.

Heat flamed through her, ripping across nerve endings and destroying any sense of control as his lips slanted across hers in a kiss guaranteed to wipe every thought from her mind except for thoughts of him.

Kelly arched to him, a broken moan leaving her lips as his tongue laved the lower curve, slipped in to tease hers then retreated as he bestowed a series of deep, short kisses that had her begging for more.

“God, the taste of you,” he whispered before licking at her lips again. “You make me hungrier than I’ve ever been in my life, Kelly. You make me lose my mind with my need for you.”

“I can handle that,” she panted, breathless, on fire for him now. “Lose your mind some more now.”

She arched her neck as his lips slid down it, his free hand moving to the small buttons of her blouse and slowly, too slowly, pushing them through the buttonholes as his lips followed the path he was revealing.

“Oh God, Rowdy,” she moaned as his teeth raked over the sensitive chord in her neck as her blouse parted, revealing the white lace bra she had worn beneath it.

Sexy and silky, the bra was bought with Rowdy in mind during his last trip home.

“Sweet Kelly,” he groaned as his lips traveled to the valley of her breasts, his tongue licking at the curves as he then flicked open the little closure at the front of the bra.

She was going to explode. She was going to melt. Kelly could feel the perspiration gathering on her body as tension tightened her and arousal prepared her.

“Such pretty breasts. And sweet, sweet hard little nipples.” His fingers pulled back the cup of her bra to reveal one swollen curve, peaked with a tight, reddened nipple. “Like perfect ripe little berries.”

When his tongue curled around the peak and drew it in his mouth, Kelly was certain she lost her mind. Stars exploded behind her closed eyelids and a whimpering moan tore from her throat as he began to suckle.

It was so good it was killing her. Her head twisted against the carpet as she strained beneath him, desperate to be free as the pleasure began to tear through her body.

She didn’t just feel the draw of his mouth on that nipple, but an echo of it in the other nipple. Fingers of sensation trailed to her womb, then ricocheted to her clit and beyond. The slow, sweet suction erupted in pinpoints of flames throughout her body and left her gasping, nearly incoherent beneath the caress.

“God, you’re sweet.” Rough. Hoarse. The obvious hunger and need in his voice left her weak even as her nerve endings sizzled with unbearable heat.

This was what she had dreamed of, waited on. Rowdy holding her, his voice husky, his desire for her obvious in each touch, each kiss.

“Don’t stop,” she begged as he stroked his cheek over the sensitized nipple. “Not yet.” She would hate to have to kill him.

“Never,” he growled. “Not ever. But I won’t take you here.”

Before she could catch him, pull him back to her, he was on his feet and lifting her body against his. The room seemed to tilt, the world around her shaking as his lips covered hers again and his hard arms lifted her against him.

Tension radiated in the air around them as she realized the world was tilting because he was lifting her in his arms. It was shaking because he was moving quickly to the steps that led to the bedroom upstairs. Then it stilled, and only the fireworks remained as she felt the mattress beneath her back and Rowdy coming over her.

Her breath caught at the feel of his big, heavy body above her, sheltering her, protecting her. As long as Rowdy was near, then she would always be safe. And warm. Hot even.

She arched against him as he drew the blouse and the strap of her bra from one shoulder, his lips caressing her skin with heated strokes as he undressed her.

“The thought of your soft, waxed flesh has tormented me today,” he growled as he lifted her, his hands pulling the clothing from her body as her head fell back on her shoulders to allow his lips to caress her neck.

“Do you have any idea how bad I want to bury my lips between your legs?” He nipped at the rounded curve of her breast as he tossed the shirt and bra to the side and lowered her back to the mattress. “So bad, Kelly, that I stay hard thinking about the taste of you.”

His voice was rough, deep. The dark timbre sent shivers racing over her body as she trembled beneath him, her hands reaching up to touch his bare shoulders while his fingers went to the button of her jeans.

Sharp explosions of sensation began to vibrate through her clit, her vagina, as a maelstrom of pleasure whipped through her body.

Finally. God, finally he was touching her as she needed to be touched, holding her, sliding the jeans and thong from her to bare the sensitive, damp folds of her pussy.

“God. Oh hell, Kelly.”

Her eyes opened at the serrated sound of his voice, her lashes fluttering over her eyes as she focused on his face. His expression was primal, intent as he stared between her thighs before lifting his gaze to hers.

“You’re wet for me.” His hand reached out, his fingers running through the drenched slit as she arched, a broken cry leaving her lips at the wake of fire that trailed with his touch.

Then she lost her breath entirely as he brought those fingers to his lips, tasting her, his gaze deepening, his eyes growing brighter as he suddenly moved from the bed, his hands going to his own jeans.

Within seconds he was naked, his hard body gleaming with sweat, the engorged crest of his erection glistening with pre-come.

“I want to taste you,” she whispered then, lifting up, reaching for him, desperate for him.

He was hard. Heavy. Her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock and her head lowered, her tongue swiping over the engorged head.

Oh he liked that. The mushroomed head pulsed and spilled a glistening droplet of pre-come. Which she had to lick off. Taste.

“Put it in your mouth.” His hands were in her hair now, his green eyes glittering with lust. “Suck it, baby.”

Her lips opened slowly as he pressed the thickly flared head against them, cupping over it as it slid into the warmth of her mouth.

A tight grimace pulled at his lips. “Fuck yeah. God, you look pretty. So sweet and pretty.”

Kelly swiped her tongue over the throbbing crest, moaning at the dark, erotic taste of his flesh as he began to move, to thrust in small, easy movements against her lips as she began to suck delicately.

It was so good. So sexy. Her gaze was locked on his, her mouth filled with his erection as her hands stroked the straining shaft.

It was the stuff of fantasies. His hands pulling at her hair, burying his cock almost to her throat while his muscles strained from hunger. Hunger for her. For her touch. For her body.

“Not yet, baby. I can’t come yet. Oh, God, not yet.” He held her back, controlling her needy denial as he pulled his cock from her lips. One hand pressed her back to the bed as he moved between her thighs once again. “Let me have you first, Kelly. Just this once, baby.”

His hands restrained her gently, pressing her back to the bed as his head lowered to the wet folds between her thighs, and her senses ignited.

His tongue rasped over the bare, tender flesh with the softest stroke, licking at her, burning her with each touch as she fought to get closer.

It wasn’t enough. She needed more.

“Rowdy…” Her wail of need tore from her throat as his tongue flickered around her clit, sending pulsating, fiery fingers of sensation wrapping around the tight bundle of nerves. Kelly strained closer, her head thrashing on the bed as her hands dug into his hair and she fought to hold him to her.

Just another second. She knew if he would linger right there, right where the pleasure burned deeper, then the agonizing need tearing through her would ease.

Just another second.

She cried out again as he hummed against her flesh, his hands parting her legs further before she felt the slightest pressure at the entrance to her vagina. A parting, a caress that sent her senses spinning.

“Rowdy, please…please…” She couldn’t hold back the pleas, the need for release.

“So sweet,” he crooned against her clit, causing her to jerk, to arch, the terrible need tormenting her only growing by the second now.

Wicked electric arcs of pleasure whipped over her flesh as perspiration began to cover her body and the hunger straining in every cell drove her closer to the brink. She needed. She ached.

She screamed as his lips covered her clit, his tongue flickering as he suckled at her flesh and stars exploded before her closed eyes.

Release was cataclysmic; it erupted inside her, drawing her muscles tight, pulling her upper body forward as she fought for something to hold onto, to find a sense of balance. A balance that couldn’t exist within the fiery ecstasy overtaking her.

“Jesus! Kelly.” Rowdy rose fiercely between her thighs, a hazy image invading her senses as she stared back at him, dazed, uncomprehending until she felt the sudden, thick pressure parting her, pressing against the convulsing entrance to her vagina.

“Now.” She couldn’t scream, she could barely speak. “Please. Please…”

Her hands gripped his wrists now, her upper body still tense, tight, lifting to him as her gaze dropped between her thighs. There, straining, thick, his cock pressed against her as his hips began to press closer.

“Rowdy.” The thin, pleading sound of her own voice was unfamiliar to her ears.

“Easy. Easy, baby.” He was panting, his hard abs flexing, thighs tightening.

“No.” She couldn’t help watching, seeing the thick length of his erection, the heavy veins throbbing, the tight flesh steel hard and iron hot. “Now.” She lifted closer, moaning in painful need as her flesh began to stretch.

“Kelly. Baby.” His cock slid in deeper, the dark crest disappearing inside her and causing the untouched muscles to convulse as the dampness increased, easing his way. ns class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true">