The Pleasure Zone(49)

Oh how she’d loved having them in her chambers. Their openness about sex and sexuality was refreshing. Intoxicating. Sexy. There were so many fond memories of the two of them tracing their tongues over her cunt, their fingers diving into her wetness, their fingers sliding over and around her cunt, feeling how slick she’d become; their tongues teasing her clit, then sliding fingers deep inside her; fingers teasing her ass. Their tongues and fingers had been wild for her, craved the taste of her, the feel of her. She’d become their sweetest guilty pleasure.

And they’d become hers.

She swallowed, her gaze narrowing as she stared at miles of rich, dark-chocolate muscle that made her gasp. She hadn’t been drinking last night, but surely she’d fallen into a drunken slumber sometime in the middle of the night—with his mouth latched onto her clit and his tongue wedged between her folds—for him to still be in her bed.

Though he had not been asked to leave, Nairobia felt violated. She felt…slightly peeved—the gall of him to invite himself to the warmth and comforts of her luxurious red sheets.

She held her breath as she slid her hand between her thighs to make sure he’d hadn’t stolen her cunt in the still of the night. Relieved that her slit was not stretched wide, she breathed out. Of course she would have still felt him throbbing inside her had he’d taken her last night. The stretch and burn she remembered had always been so much more delicious the next day—following a night of slow, deep fucking.

Marcel stirred, pulling her from her reverie. She rolled her eyes, her new thought on waking him, and putting him out. But he stirred again. Eyes still closed, he rolled over on his back, his arm swinging up over his face to shield his eyes from the morning rays as they slid through the slits of her vertical blinds. The sheet shifted, slightly, and Nairobia caught a glimpse of his rippling abs…and the beginnings of a delicious morning erection.

What was a woman with virtue to do?

Instinctively, Marcel’s dick spoke to her from beneath the sheet. And the answer became evidently clear. Take what was in her bed.

Her mouth curved into a devilish grin, her sex clenching greedily, as she flipped the sheet off him, exposing the lower half of his nakedness.

She took his dick in her hand, rubbing the shaft from base to tip, gripping him with both hands, stroking him to greater pleasure, before licking him, swirling her tongue over his slit, focusing her attention all on that one part of him until he grew harder and thicker and beside himself with heated desire.

Several teasing licks of her tongue over the head of his dick morphed into sweltering tongue laps down the length of his cock, over and around his balls, then back up his shaft. Then back down again. She lapped at his balls, then sucked them lovingly into her mouth.

Marcel groaned, then smiled. “Good morning, baby,” he muttered, his eyes slowly rolling to the back of his head. He hadn’t planned on staying the night, but now he was glad he had. It’d been so long, too long, since he’d been awakened to the erotic sounds of a wet mouth loving his cock.

He needed this sensual moment badly.

Tiny pinpricks of pleasure burst through Marcel’s body, spreading through his veins as Nairobia took him in her mouth and gave him what he so desperately needed, until he was a slave to her relentless sucking and the clawing need to explode.

Blood rushed through him. He fought like hell not to erupt. But she was luring him to the edge with her slippery mouth, coaxing a nut—or two, or three—out of him.

God, he missed having his dick in a mouth other than his own. She felt so fucking good. So wet. “Aaah, shit, yeah…oooh…” He lifted his hips into her mouth, slowly thrusting in her wet, juicy jaws. In. Out. In. Out.

She fondled his balls.

“Aaah, shit…aaah, shit, baby…ta bouche est si humide, si chaud…” Your mouth is so wet, so warm.

She released him from her mouth long enough to speak. “You like, my darling, oui?” Before he could speak, she quickly lapped at the wet tip, then feverishly sucked him back into her mouth.

Marcel groaned, his back arching in the wave of pleasure. “Aaah…shit…motherfuck, baby…mmm…I love your mouth.”

No avoiding the truth now. Nairobia loved his big, long cock. Her pussy spasmed as she stroked him, coaxed him, and swallowed him down into the warmth of her throat. His heat and musky scent were maddening. She dug her nails into his hips, scraping flesh as she took him deep and massaged his testicles with tongue.

He cried out, the sound both erotic and animalistic.

His heart raced, and his fingers dug into the sheets. Unfuckingbelievable. She managed to get every inch of him down into her throat. His head spun as her throat constricted around the width of him, clutching him.