French Quarter by Lacey Alexander (small books to read .TXT) 📕

thing. His arms, legs, chest, and stomach bore the toned muscles of a man who kept in shape. A light smattering of dark hair covered his chest, narrowing into a thin line that led all the way down to his beautiful cock.

Admittedly, Liz had only seen a handful of penises in her life, but Jack’s was the most commanding, the most tremendous. She’d known already that his was the largest she’d ever had—but now that she’d gotten to feast her eyes on it, it confirmed the knowledge that no man had ever filled her so completely, both in width and length. Just lying in bed now, remembering the sight of it, made her pussy tingle.

It was Saturday, so she thought of waking him for a morning quickie, but decided to let him sleep. The last few action-packed days and nights had her much more weary than usual, so she suspected the same was true for her lover.

Instead, she looked around the room, soaking up the man through his possessions and home. High ceilings and hardwood floors dominated the whole apartment, complete with moldings that looked old enough to be original. She could somehow smell the history here, sense the French Quarter all around her. Feeling wanton, she wondered how many couples had fucked in this room over all the years it had been here. She wondered how much pleasure had been experienced in the very place where she lay.

Just then, a large male hand brushed over her inner thigh and glided upward until it cupped her mound, which shuddered with unanticipated delight.

“I thought you were asleep,” she said, at once parting her thighs and turning her head on the pillow to look at him.

A lazy grin spread across his handsome face. “Just my way of sayin’ good mornin’, chere.”

“Mmm,” she purred as he began to lightly stroke her, “what a nice way to start the day.”

“We still haven’t done it in a bed, ya know. Wanna give it a try?”

She began to move against his touch. “I was actually starting to think about taking you into the shower and having my way with you there.”

He looked sleepy but aroused. “Want me to wash you?”

A few minutes later they were standing under the warm spray and he was making good on his promise. He had the perfect accessory for shower play—a hand mitt that made lots of suds when soaped. Joyful tremors rippled through Liz’s body as she watched him pass the soft mitt over her breasts, leaving running trails of soap, then drew it down between her thighs, where the suds and the mitt and the pressure of his hand behind it all worked together to get her hot and tingly.

When her body was thoroughly soapy, Liz took the mitt from Jack and returned the favor. She ran it over his broad chest and washboard stomach before wrapping it around his beautiful cock, which was once again standing at attention for her. “Merde, you’d better be careful, darlin’,” he said on a light groan.

“Why?”

“You’re playin’ with fire down there. Seein’ you all wet and sudsy has me just about to blow already.”

As much fun as she was having, and as much as she liked his cock all soapy, she stopped immediately—because she didn’t want him to come without being inside her first.

He reached out to knead her breasts, the soap suds running between his fingers as she moaned. Her skin was so slick, easy for his hands to glide over—one hand slid down her side to her hip, and then between her legs. When he slipped his middle finger into her slit, she nearly collapsed with the jolt of pleasure he delivered.

“Good,” he said with a sly smile. “You’re just as hot as I am.”

She simply moaned in reply and the next thing she knew, he was kissing her—long, steamy meetings of tongues that she felt all the way to her fingers and toes. “I want you,” she heard herself whisper unplanned between kisses. “I want you inside me, Jack, so much.”

With that, he turned her around in the shower and placed her hands on the tile wall. “I want you, too, baby,” he murmured into her hair. “Damn, how I want you. Now just close your eyes, and feel.”

She followed the instructions, clamping her eyes shut, and became aware that he was rubbing his cock up and down in the crack of her ass. Before the last few days, she’d never realized what an erogenous zone that was for her, but she pushed against the pressure he delivered and soaked up the sensations.

Placing his hands on her hips, he guided his hard-on inside her—one long, slow stroke that filled her completely, stretching the boundaries of her pussy.

“Ah, Jack,” she breathed. “So big. So good.”

“Mmm,” he growled. “I love slipping my big hot cock into your tight little cunt, chere.”

She groaned in response, turned on, as usual, by his dirty talk.

As he began to slide in and out of her, she felt it everywhere, her entire body reacting to each hot thrust. Then Jack’s right hand snaked around her, his fingers going straight to her sensitive clit. “Unh,” she moaned as the pleasure deepened, rocking her back and forth, back and forth; it was everywhere.

“I wanna make you come,” he said low and hot.

“Oooh,” she breathed in reply—it was all she could get out. His fingers stroked where she was wet and excited, and his long shaft sent shock wave after shock wave of delight through her body. The heat inside her was rising, rising, seeking that sweet release, when Jack shifted his other hand from her hip slightly back, beginning to stroke the little fissure of her ass with his thumb. Oh God, it sent a whole new flood of heat through her body and she began to whimper, “Oooh, yes, baby, yes.”

And then he was more than stroking; he was slowly easing his thumb inside, opening her, entering her through a new little hole. Liz could barely comprehend