Falling For Sharde

Placing her hands against his chest, she leaned into him and pressed a long, satisfying kiss against his mouth. She kissed him with a hunger that sent his cock rapidly expanding along the side of one leg.
He breathed in deeply, inhaling the passion and sweetness of her kiss. She slipped her arms around his neck. He held her close, savoring the lush warmth of her lips. Her body turned to liquid heat. She poured herself into his arms, molding her soft curves against him.
She rubbed against his groin and he nearly lost it. During the last few months of their relationship, Vanessa had been cold. It had been months since he’d been intimate, and he ached for sex.
He stroked his hands over her shoulders and down her back to her waist. Still savoring the hunger of her kisses, he slid his hands under her bulky sweatshirt. He moved his hands up her back and encountered something skimpy and lacey.
His questing hands moved over her back, searching for the clasp. After several attempts, he realized the bra must fasten in the front. Dragging his lips away from her, he stepped back, reaching for the bottom of the baggy sweatshirt.
She shook her head and stepped away from him. “I’ll take it off in front of the fire.”
He cast a quick glance at the frying pan. “What about the meat?”
She turned the fire off and covered the frying pan. When she looked at him, he saw pure liquid lust in her dark gaze. She unzipped his pants. He shuddered as her long, soft fingers found the slit in his briefs and curled around his cock. “Right now I have a taste and need for another kind of meat. Fuck me?”
In all the time he’d known her, he’d never heard her so much as use hell or damn before that night. To hear her call his cock meat and ask him to fuck her turned him on big time. She was an enigma, a lady when needed, but a woman in the bedroom. “Oh, hell, yeah!”
She released him and walked to the living room area to stand in front of the fire. He moved across the room to the sofa. He had tossed his sleeping bag and two blankets behind it. He picked them up and spread them out on the floor, several feet from the fire. He turned to face her.
Locking his gaze with hers, he pulled off his sweater and tossed it near the sofa. She put a forefinger between her sweet lips and sucked it as she watched. His shirt and tee shirt followed. He found her sucking sexually suggestive and highly erotic. He loved that her lovely dark eyes seem to ravish his body as he bared his chest. He sat down to remove his boots and socks. He rose and reached for the waistband of his jeans.
She removed her finger from her mouth. “Let me.”
A jolt of lust danced through him as he contemplated what she had in mind. The last time a woman had removed his pants, she’d given him a scorching balls suck, stopping just short of blowing him. He dropped his hands to his side. “Please do.”
She removed her short boots and socks. He looked at her feet. Her toenails were unpolished, her feet nicely shaped and free of any oddities that would turn him off. He licked his lips. He’d love to start at her pretty feet and kiss his way up her body, stopping for an extended feast at her pussy before claiming her lips, sliding his aching cock deep inside her, and fucking her.
He shuddered. He hadn’t even seen her body, but he was already so hot and hard he felt ready to explode. He hadn’t been this horny for a woman he’d never seen fully naked since... hell, he’d never been this horny for a woman he’d never seen naked. He’d had a brief glimpse of her breasts a year earlier, but that memory paled in comparison to what he was about to see.
She placed her hands against his shoulders and moved her mouth over his chest, kissing and licking, making the light coating of hair on his chest stand on end.
Her lips felt soft and warm against his skin. Her mouth brushed against his right nipple. Hmmm. That felt sort of nice. She moved her lips to touch his other nipple. Hmmm. She blew softly on his skin, the tip of her tongue sweeping over his nipple.
Oh, hell. Now there was no doubt that felt good. “Oh, yeah,” he said softly.
“If you like that, how about this?” She settled her lips over his right nipple and began to suck. A shock of pleasure shot through him. Holy hell! He clasped his hands over the back of her head, holding her mouth over his nipple, amazed it was so sensitive to pleasure.
She alternated sucking, licking, and biting each nipple until he gasped, shuddered, curled his fingers in her hair, and pulled away from her mouth. “You keep that up and you’ll make me come too soon.”
She gave him a lecherous smile, sliding the tip of her tongue over her pretty pink lips. “I’m going to do all kinds of wonderful things to you. My goal is for you to come early and often.”
“Holy hell, Sharde, don’t make me come too soon. I want to enjoy this.”
“Oh, you’ll enjoy it, all right. I promise.”
He swallowed and released her hair.
Tongue extended, she pressed a parting kiss against each nipple. She then kissed her way down his body, over his abs. She dropped to her knees and looked up at him. Her dark eyes danced with desire and made him weak with longing.
“Now the fun begins.” Pressing her lips against his lower abs, she unbuttoned his jeans. They were already unzipped. She placed her hands inside, pushing the jeans over his hips. The front of the material brushed against his erection and he groaned.
“If you keep this up much longer, you’re going to make me come.”
“Oh, you’re definitely going to be coming, Jeff,” she teased. With the jeans just above his knees, she leaned forward and lightly sank her teeth into his briefs