Author's note:
Thank you to the wonderful, breathtakingly handsome Brit for the super-quick turnaround on this story.
To my readers, this story was written at the request of some of you. I hope you enjoy it, and them VOTE to help me win the Holiday Winter Contest, and COMMENT to let me know your thoughts!
xoxo,
Annie
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She was having a deliciously sexy dream. Warm lips were kissing along her shoulder toward her neck, licking and nibbling, as if she were too tempting not to taste. A big hand was stroking her naked side lazily, its roughened skin awakening her nerve endings in remembered pleasure.
Leanne inhaled deeply, and her lungs filled with earthy, male scent.
Joe. Last night. It wasn't a dream.
Her mind fumbled to sew patches of memories into coherence. An unfamiliar sensation tickled her brain, and she thumbed the delicate ring on her finger.
Ah!
Leanne exhaled loudly and rolled to her back, blinking her eyes open. Joe seemed hesitant in the almost-darkness, even as his hand slid across her belly and then up, taking advantage of her new position to cup her breast.
"Hey there, princess."
His eyes searched hers. She wasn't sure what his reservations were all about, but now that she remembered, she herself had none whatsoever.
"Hey, cowboy."
She smiled and stretched, pushing her soft flesh more fully into his hand, and wiggled her hips until his morning erection nudged at her side. Her grin widened and she reached for it, wrapping her fingers around him. Joe hissed, and thrust into her loose fist.
"Argh, God, Leanne..."
She started stroking him lightly, relishing the feel of velvety skin gliding over his rigid shaft. Joe shifted half-over her, his knee nudging hers open, though he kept his weight on his arms and knees so as not to crush her. Leanne's smile turned wicked as she made full use of the extra room for movement.
Joe closed his eyes and groaned low. "Leanne, please, just - wait a second okay?"
She paused mid-stroke, but didn't release her grip. "What's wrong?"
"You sure it's safe?"
Her smile faltered, and she bit her lip. "I feel fine after last night."
Joe looked uneasy, but determined. "I didn't know last night, baby. Let's play it safe until we ask your doctor, okay?" At her disappointed nod, his lips curled into a little smile. "Good thing we know some... non-invasive techniques, hmm?"
A giggle escaped her. "I like the way you think, cowboy!" She gave his dick an approving squeeze before resuming her teasing strokes. Her other hand curled at his nape to bring his head closer and whisper in his ear. "My skills may be little rusty... maybe you could remind me how it's done?"
His cock jumped in her grip even as he moved over her, held her head in place with both his hands, and bent to seize her lips with his.
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Her hand stilled as she focused on his kiss, and Joe was grateful. He had to keep his head, even if he couldn't stop - he needed her too much; needed the closeness and intimacy of lovemaking to reassure him that they really were back together, that she had agreed to be his forever.
But he was too close to the edge of his self-control. Tugging at her hand, he pressed it to the pillow above her head before finding her other and bringing it up, too, so he could hold them in one of his own.
"Yes, I did promise you some tutoring, didn't I?"
Leanne whimpered. Joe bent and placed hot, open-mouthed kisses along her neck and shoulder, making her squirm and turn her head away to grant him full access, even when her knees opened and she tilted her hips in unmistakable invitation.
He smiled against her skin and brought his fingers to her mouth. "Remember the first tip I gave you?"
She grinned and took two of his fingers between her lips, using her tongue to coat them with saliva.
"Mmm, very good." Joe withdrew his fingers, reached down between her thighs, and started stroking gently at the seam of her slit. His middle finger slipped in-between the outer folds to glide along the softness inside, and her eyes widened. He kept his movements smooth and steady, timing them to the beat of her pulse at her throat, gradually increasing in pace. Their eyes locked. Leanne trembled with pleasure under his touch, her pupils so distended he could see her soul.
His lubricated, callused pad found that spot right under her clit that he remembered drove her crazy, and pressed it in tiny circles. Leanne trembled and her pussy creamed, making his fingers glide faster. It was Joe's turn to shudder. He repeated the minute motion over and over until her breath caught in her lungs and her inner muscles squeezed, and a small gush of slippery heat soaked his fingertips.
"Come here, baby. I need a taste. Straddle me."
At her disoriented look Joe chuckled, and helped her maneuver into place above him, facing his torso. Her slim thighs framed his head, her pussy inches from his face as she leaned forward, and his palms moved to the creases of her hips to take some of her weight. He spread her open with his thumbs, exposing the pink perfection hiding under her patch of soft blonde curls.
Joe breathed in her sweet, salty scent and raised his head to swipe the flat of his tongue between her creamy labia. Her taste filled his mouth and he pulled her closer for a deeper lick, his nose nudging her opening, so lost to sensation it took a moment to register the sudden heat that engulfed his own sex.
He threw his head back and cried out with acute pleasure when she sucked him into her mouth while one soft hand wrapped tightly around his base, jerking in time to her bobbing head.
"Fuck, princess, slow down... it's too good!" he begged hoarsely.
At first it seemed she didn't hear him, or if she did, was not going to abide. But after a few more agonizingly sweet moments she raised her head, releasing him with a pop, and twisted to look at him over her shoulder, her hand going back to slow, teasing pumps.
