“How does that feel?”

Erin watched the beads dangle from her breast as she took a deep breath. She moved experimentally and moaned as the beads swung from side to side. “That feels amazing.” Her breathy reply had him reaching for the second clip.

When the second clip was in place, he sat back and looked at Erin. Kneeling in front of him with her legs slightly spread and the nipple clips dangling from her breasts, she took his breath away. “Put your hands behind your neck.” Erin complied and her breasts were thrust forward.

Using his foot, he edged her legs wider. Erin spread them wide, panting for breath as she watched his every move. “Now you look like the perfect slave girl ready to pleasure her master.”

His fingers traced the tight nubs before flicking the beads. He watched, enthralled as they swung back and forth. Leaning down, he placed a soft, light kiss on her lips. “Thank you for wearing them.”

Her tongue came out to lick at his lips. “You’re welcome.”

Abel sat back in the chair, spread his knees slightly, and relaxed. Erin scooted between his thighs and gave him a wicked smile up at him. “And do you want your slave girl to pleasure you now?” A bead of pearly white liquid seeped from the slit at the top of his cock at her sultry question.

Abel nodded and Erin took his balls in one hand while the other wrapped around his engorged cock once more. Her concentration was absolute as she squeezed and caressed his swollen testicles. Her hand wrapped around his cock, squeezing it tight before stroking up and down.

Abel couldn’t take his eyes off her. She seemed to have forgotten she was totally nude, but he certainly hadn’t. Her face, arms, shoulders, and legs were tanned a golden brown, while the rest of her body was pale. The contrast accentuated her milky white breasts and hips. Wisps had escaped from her braid, and framed her compelling face. Her eyes darkened as her arousal grew, and her inner thighs were damp. She looked perfectly natural, more like a wild rose than a cultivated one. Not showy, but filled with a beauty all her own that would never fade.

The only thing she wore was the nipple ornaments he’d bought for her. A feeling of possession shot through him as he cupped her cheek in the palm of his hand, tracing his thumb across her lips. Her hands stilled. “You are so beautiful.”

Erin shook her head and laughed nervously. “You don’t have to say things like that.”

“I know I don’t.” He kept his voice soft and even. “You have no idea how I see you. Right here, right now, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

Her eyes shone as she bent her head towards him, but he stopped her before her mouth reached him. “You don’t have to do that.” Even as he spoke, he swore at himself for being so damned stupid. Her mouth was so close to his dick he could feel her warm breath. His balls were tight with anticipation. He’d never wanted a woman to suck his cock this badly before, but it had to be her choice.

“I want to,” she murmured as her tongue swirled around the tip of his arousal. Her tongue snaked around the bulbous head with great enthusiasm.

“God, yes,” Abel groaned. His hand gripped the back of her head, holding her to him. She’d said yes, so now he wanted it all.

Erin lapped and licked his cock with abandon, and Abel used his hand to gently encourage her to take him deeper into her mouth. She gripped the bottom of his shaft with one hand even as her mouth descended upon him.

Abel’s whole body tensed as her moist lips slipped over the head of his cock, taking his hard length into the waiting warmth of her mouth. She took him as deep as she could before slowly pulling back all the way to the tip. Twirling her tongue around the top, she then lowered her mouth on him again. The hand at the base of his cock moved in tandem with her sweet mouth.

Although, he’d had many women over the course of his adult life, Abel couldn’t remember a woman ever pleasuring him quite so thoroughly. There wasn’t any part of his cock that Erin didn’t lick or suck. The sun glinted off her red hair and the tiny nipple beads, making her glow as she knelt before him, servicing him.

Abel flexed his hips and murmured encouragement to her. His testicles tightened and he knew if he didn’t stop her, he’d come in her mouth. That was something he desperately wanted to do, but not this time. This time, he wanted his cock deep inside her hot pussy when he came.

He pulled back the next time her lips reached the tip and his cock popped out of her mouth. She looked surprised, but he didn’t have time to explain. The need to have his cock buried to the hilt, being squeezed by her wet pussy was too great.

Gripping her waist, he urged her to her feet and then tugged her onto his lap. Shoving her knees apart so she was wide open to him, he dipped his fingers deep inside her. They were immediately coated with the slick evidence of her arousal. Muttering a prayer of thanks, he gripped her hips, and rammed his cock into her, seating himself right to the hilt. Erin moaned and gripped the back of the patio chair for support before dropping her head to rest on his chest.

Resting her forehead against his chest, Erin could feel his heart pounding, and it matched the frantic beat of her own. She breathed deep, inhaling his masculine scent— a mixture of soap, sunshine and something that was uniquely, Abel. Rubbing her nose against the sprinkling of hair on his chest, she wallowed in his addictive scent.

His erotic flavor was still on her lips and in her mouth. She hadn’t been sure she would enjoy oral sex, but the article had said that it usually aroused both partners, and although some people didn’t enjoy the act, most did. Enjoy was too tame a word. It was incredible.

Erin loved the taste of him and was thrilled by the fact that he seemed genuinely aroused at having her mouth on his cock. It was definitely something she wanted to try again. She loved the way that his dick was soft and hard at the same time, and how his unique scent had filled her nostrils. His enjoyment was obvious and had fed her own arousal. She felt her own juices on her thighs, the folds of her sex were hot and wet, her breasts ached, and her inner muscles contracted sporadically.

A sense of wonder and accomplishment filled her. She’d been uncertain that she’d even be any good at it, but according to Abel’s reaction she was very good. He’d shocked her by pulling away from her so suddenly, causing her to wonder if she’d done something wrong. But before that thought had a chance to be completed, he’d dispelled it by pulling her into his lap and driving himself into her.

His present had both surprised and pleased her. She’d heard of nipple clips, but had never seen a pair before. In her wildest dreams, she’d never imagined wearing them. She could feel them snug around her nipples, and every time the beads moved, the pleasure got even better. Just wearing them made her feel different— sexy, wild, adventurous.

Now, he filled her so deeply, it bordered on discomfort. It didn’t hurt exactly, but she squirmed around, trying to get more comfortable, pushing her knees deeper into the soft chair cushion. Abel slid forward in the chair, driving his cock even further inside her. Her bare bottom rested on his thighs and her knees gripped his sides for support.

Erin raised her head and met his heated stare. He was totally aroused, primed and ready, but he waited for her to take the lead. Her heart swelled with emotion as she leaned forward and kissed him. Their lips met, and their tongues dueled as she swept her hands over his back, testing and feeling the sheer strength of him.

His hands urged her closer to him as they drifted down over the line of her spine before coming to rest on her behind. He cupped each cheek with a hand and squeezed. “I love your ass,” he muttered as he trailed hot kisses across her cheek and down her neck.

She felt him nip at the base of her neck where it sloped into her shoulder before he soothed the small sting with his tongue. He continued his way down the curve of her shoulder, peppering it with stinging little love bites. Erin moaned as she felt his cock throbbing deep inside her body. Pressing her breasts against his chest, she rubbed her tight nipples over the hard planes of his chest.

“Lean back,” he ordered. Erin positioned her hands behind her and rested them on his thighs before easing back slightly. Carefully, Abel removed both nipple clips, ignoring her wordless protest. “I don’t want them to get sore.”

He dropped them onto the deck and immediately began to nuzzle her breasts. The stubble on his chin rasped their sensitive undersides, and the sensation was delicious. Taking his time, he licked his way around one breast before doing the same to the other. His tongue was slightly rough and wet, making her shiver with desire. Her nipples were drawn tight and ached to be touched by him. She arched her back, encouraging him, but still he took his time. There wasn’t an inch of flesh that he didn’t taste before he finally lapped at her nipples. First one, then the other received his attention. A loud moaning filled her ears and it shocked her to realize that the sounds were coming from her. She was filled with such need. Such longing.

“Please,” she gasped, needing more than he was giving her.

He responded by drawing one tight nub into his mouth and rolling it carefully between his teeth while flicking the hard tip with his tongue. A low keening sound escaped her throat, and she felt her inner muscles clenching around his cock as she came and came, the ripples of her orgasm washing through her entire body.

She heard him swear and his hands gripped her ass even tighter, his fingers digging into her flesh. Every muscle in his body was rigid when she finally collapsed against him.

He sat back in the chair, his breathing ragged as his hands swept up around her shoulders, soothing her. “That was incredible.” His voice was the sexiest thing she’d ever heard.

With great effort, she finally managed to raise her head. “That’s my line,” she admonished him.

He shook his head and grinned at her. “It was my pleasure.”

Snuggling closer to him, she could feel him still very hard and heavy inside her. A bead of sweat rolled down her neck as she languidly began to circle her hips. The heat and their lovemaking had drained her energy, but amazingly enough, she could feel herself becoming aroused once again. This man had the most amazing effect on her!

“Lord,” he groaned. “You feel so damn good.” He rested his hands on her waist, supporting her as she rolled her hips.

“You feel hot and hard.” Her voice was sultry as she enticed him. “And ready.”

“I want you to turn your back to me and mount me.” His fingers slid between her legs and began to lightly stroke her swollen clit. Her hips began to gyrate in rhythm to his fingers. “You’d still be in control, but I’d fill you even fuller and deeper.”

Both his words and his actions were driving her past being able to think. Every nerve ending in her body was alive and begging her to do whatever he wanted. “Show me.” Her words galvanized him into action.

She caught her breath and hissed slowly as he eased her off his cock. Her body made a sucking sound as he withdrew, as if reluctant to let him go. The smell of sex wafted on the hot evening breeze, and the separation was almost more than she could bear.

He lifted her off of his lap, and helped her stand. The deck was hot on the soles of her feet, and she shifted unsteadily. Guiding her with his hands, Abel positioned her until she was kneeling on the chair cushion once again, only this time she was facing away from him.

Once he had her arranged to his liking, he slowly squeezed his cock back inside her body. It was harder this time, because the sensitive flesh of her vagina was swollen from her orgasm. It was a tight fit, but it felt so good.

“More,” she demanded. “I want more of you.” She pushed her bottom down hard against him, driving his engorged cock deep inside her. She could feel him growing even larger within her.

His hands reached around her torso and grasped both of her breasts, rolling her nipples with his fingers. Erin responded by reaching between her own legs until she was touching his testicles. She massaged them gently, stroking around them and between them.

“Move, Erin.” His voice was hoarse with need, so she removed her hand, and gripped his thighs. Using them for leverage, she began to move up and down, carefully at first until she found the right stroke.