Lactating mom Trish is spying on her new neighbor. He's sexy as all hell, and she really wants to get to know him. When he invites her in for coffee, little does she know what he really wants to drink!
This 3250 word story features a lonely single mom, her sexy new neighbor, suckling, hot and passionate sex, and a sensual climax that is sure to leave you gasping!
His voice was soft, quiet even, but there was something in his tone that made Trish stop in her tracks and look back at him. His expression was intense, his eyes meeting hers and not looking away.
"I've got something else to say, Trish. Hear me out, and if you still want to leave, be my guest."
She wavered for only a second.
"OK, Dean. What is it?"
He took a breath.
"I didn't tell you that to make you feel bad."
Anticipating a polite apology, Trish opened her mouth to tell him not to worry, but he held up a hand and silenced her.
"I told you because I think it's sexy as all hell. I think you're sexy as all hell."
His voice was deeper, huskier now.
"And I want you. Right here, right now."
As Trish's jaw dropped in astonishment, he fixed his gaze on the heavy round fullness of her tits.
"I want to suckle you, Trish. I want to taste you."
Trish just stood there, all her shame forgotten.
"I....uh....well......I don't know what to say, Dean."
He stood swiftly.
"Don't say anything. We don't need any more words, Trish."
She felt her knees weaken as he approached her, his hungry eyes roving all over her body. He swept her up in a fierce embrace, his lips pressing against hers with an urgency that took her breath away.
His hot tongue darted into her mouth, explored her, tasted her. And Trish responded, nibbling at his lip, pushing back with her own tongue. Even as they were kissing, his strong hands seemed to be everywhere at once, exploring her body. Trish gasped as they slipped under the fabric of her blouse - each touch of his fingers left heat where they touched her, sent tingles running down her spine.
He broke away from their kiss and buried his head into her neck, his lips nibbling and sucking at her tender skin. Trish loved it when men kissed her neck, and Dean was an expert. Each brush of his lips, each soft bite of his teeth sent shivers of pleasure through her - she could feel it way down in the center of her.
He hooked his fingers under her shirt and lifted it. They broke their embrace for a second, Trish raising her arms to allow him to remove her clothing. He flung the garment to one side and pressed his body against hers once more. Trish gasped as she felt the truth of his desire for her, big and hard beneath his trousers.
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Published April 27, 2013
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.