“I’m sorry, Vance,” I said, hugging him back tight. “I trust you. I really do.”
“Shhh,” he said, his breath hot on my neck. “It’s just nerves. It happens to the best of us.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, Andrea. More than you can ever know.”
I sniffled and looked at my watch. Ten minutes had passed. “Well, we better be getting back if we’re going to make it a tight fifteen,” I said.
Vance stood up, crossed the room and flipped the lock on the door. I saw the outline of his massive cock through his thin jeans. “There’s one thing that always helps my nerves.”
“But we only have five minutes.”
“Just give me two.”
My cunt throbbed as Vance pulled my skirt and thong to the side and knelt in front of me. A smile unfolded on his gorgeous face as he gazed at the pink rose between my legs. His tongue swirled every fold, each lick, nibble and gentle suck sending exquisite sensations dancing across my nerves. Wetness soaked his faces as I curled my toes and ground my cunt against his full, luscious lips. Wave after wave of pleasure overtook me. My god, that man could eat pussy.
“I want you to come on my face,” he said, tweaking my small, hard nipples.
“But I need you inside me,” I pleaded. I couldn’t stop myself from reaching into his jeans and grabbing the marble-hard shaft. I wanted to give him the hot, seething pleasure he’d been giving me.
Vance groaned with pleasure as I fondled him and unzipped his fly. His gorgeous, pulsing member was crowned with a crystal drop of pre-cum. Just knowing how much pleasure I gave this Adonis made my sex soaking wet.
He pushed me back on the couch, pulled my thong aside, and teased my slick pearl with the tip of his shaft as I writhed with pleasure and need. Finally, he sank his rock-hard, curving length inside me.
“You feel so fucking good,” he moaned.
“Fuck me,” I begged, as he withdrew with agonizing slowness and left his tip just outside my slick, yearning center.
Vance thrust again and again, hard, each stroke rubbing my clit just right and bringing me closer to the orgasm that I’d been fighting off while he went down on me. Finally, I couldn’t fight the pleasure any more. It coiled and released inside me. My back arched and my pussy clenched around Vance’s dick until it milked every drop of come from his member. We fell back on the couch, grinning at each other.
“How are your nerves now?” he asked.
“Spent. Deliciously so,” I said, remembering to glance at my watch. “Except this break has lasted twenty minutes now.”
“Ah, Andrea.” Vance pulled his jeans back up and arranged my skirt, licking the finger he’d used to rub my clit. “A fifteen-minute break always takes at least thirty. You’re in rock star world. Remember?”
“Yes,” I said, standing and kissing my own beautiful musician boyfriend. He meant the world to me, and I meant the world to him. He had saved me—though in his eyes, I had saved him. And I knew he wouldn’t ever let me forget that. “Now let’s go make some music.”
Acknowledgements
Thanks to Pink Ink Designs for the cover and Kerry Taylor for the plotting services
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