His Prejudice 8

Her hand gripped the back of his leg as she hugged his knees. Her face was so close yet too far away from the burgeoning part of him that longed for her, had hurt for her from day one. Her eyes lifted to his, trapping him in bottomless tranquil green. Slowly she rose up on her knees and pressed a tender kiss to the hardening swell of his groin. His heart stilled then sped up, his lungs working faster as she nuzzled him, rubbing her soft cheek back and forth against him, lifting his steel to a painful throb, filling him with reckless craving. A voice in his head screamed madness, this is madness, but sight of her pink tongue darting from her mouth, licking at her lips as she moaned softly, ended his control. Caught in the fatal grip of desire he gave in to the madness and eased his pants down over his hips, gasping at her keening whimpers as he held out his rigid flesh, guiding it to her questing tongue. Gods! She tasted him from base to tip, long delicious laps that made him shiver and