Pure Distraction
Pure 1

Damn. Damn. He was in trouble. The thought popped into his head when she finally stepped from the cleansing chamber and walked toward him. He lowered his lashes, pretending to act nonchalant, as if he wasn’t captivated by the gentle sway of full hips coming toward him.

He got an instant hard-on. She wore a clinging fawn-colored wrap that looked like rich cream swirling around caramel skin. The gauzy wrap was tied at her waist. It was long, almost to her feet but not quite, falling softly around her ankles. The low bodice revealed plenty of creamy cleavage and the swell of her heavy breast nicely. He imagined how the full globes would overflow his palms when he got his hands on her.

She was statuesque, not too short or tall, but just right. He couldn’t see her legs, but prayed to the Immaculate Providence that her hips were shapely and long. Shifting in his chair, Xander felt his cock throb at the thought of having those long legs wrapped around his waist.

Mesmerized, he stared as she sat on the couch. Her slender delicate fingers wiped a strand of dark wavy curls from her face and tucked it neatly behind her ear. Doe-shaped light brown eyes, almost sun kissed, but not quite, watched him perceptively with a hint of suspicion.

Leaning back in his chair, Xander stretched his long legs out in front of him and crossed them at the ankle, folding his arms over his chest. He met her stare.

One thing was clear, she made him horny on so many levels it was impossible to count. He couldn’t wait to get her naked, bury his cock in her cunt, and fuck them both into oblivion.

“Are you going to sit there ogling me all night, or are we going to talk?”

A lazy grin spread over his lips. He leaned forward, propping a thigh over his leg, making the bulge in his pants more pronounced. He saw her eyes widen in awe, before she shifted her attention back to his face, catching him smirking arrogantly.

“I don’t want to just ogle you. We both know that, sugar. I want to get you naked, and you want me naked as well.”

ADULT EXCERPT

“I had a dream once. We did—everything.” She blushed.

“Lucky me.” He stood up and joined her on the bed covering her body with his own. “Tell me about this dream you had.” His fingers fluttered down her sides. His lips trailed hot, moist, kisses along her neck and shoulders. Pausing, he nibbled at the sensitive skin at the base of her throat. Tenderly, he caressed the area with his tongue, licking, teasing.

His lips hummed over her flesh when he spoke. “Was I naked?” Lana giggled. Xander arched a brow. “Is that a yes?”

“Uh-huh.”

He kissed her again and again moving from her lips, down her throat, to the valley of her breast where he stopped and concentrated his attention. “I take it you were naked, too?” He looked up at her. “That is a question, darling.”

“I was naked.”

“Good, we’re making progress in this dream you’re supposed to be telling me about. Put your hands on me. I want to feel you touch me.” He waited until she placed her hands on his back. “Caress me. Run your fingers along my back, arms, and butt. Feel me.” Again, he waited for her to do as he requested. “Mmm, that feels nice.”

Lana gasped when he slide his hand down between her legs and touched between her thighs.

Xander held her stare as he slowly slide his fingers between the moist folds parting the plump labia. With care, he eased a finger deep, pressing into her heated passage until he felt her tense and tighten around his finger. Pausing, he kept his finger pressed into her, but didn’t move. He stroked his tongue downward, tongued her navel, and then licked his tongue slowly over her belly before stopping to nibble at the inside of her thigh.

“What exactly did everything entail? I’m curious.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but instead she cried out softly when he withdrew his finger, and then thrust back inside her vagina.

The tempo of his finger was quick rhythmic thrusts—in and out—delving, plunging. Lana moaned arching into his hand. Xander thrust another finger deep inside her and started finger fucking, driving inside the tunnel, repeatedly, creating wicked sensations to ripple through Lana like an undercurrent of heat.

“Xander!” She cried out, whimpering. Her fingers desperately clutched his buttocks. “Please.” She moaned rising against him, rotating her hips against his hand. She matched his strokes, thrusting her pussy into his hand, grounding against him demandingly. “Now, Xander!”

“Patience, love.”

She spoke. The voice was hers, but she couldn’t believe what she was saying. “Fuck me. Now.”

Xander rose looking at her with a wolfish grin. “If there is one thing I have learned about fucking, it’s anticipation heightens the pleasure. Move your bottom forward. Ah, that’s it. Tell me something, in your dream did I put my tongue inside your pussy?”

“What—”

Her screams of pleasure echoed through the room when he dipped his head low and suckled her clit between his lips. Xander held her bottom between his hands to hold her still when she began wiggling uncontrollably.

Tasting, licking, feasting, he consumed her with a hunger like a man long starved of the very essence he needed to survive.

No crevice was denied his touch. His quick wet tongue rotated between working over her pussy and licking along the sensitive pucker of skin between her cunt and anus. He teased her there, and then slid his tongue along the crevice of her butt until he reached the wrinkled hole. Without hesitating, giving little consideration to the untried passage, he delved his tongue inside her ass and started reaming her with quick licks of his tongue.

“Sweet Jesus!” Lana almost came off the bed.