>>64253647And deep inside her throat.
He put the bowl of stew by the foot of the bed and then turned to Ciara again. Slowly he reached out and his hand found the side of her neck. His other hand came up and rested on the opposite shoulder. Gently he messaged her tight muscles and her body tensed further. Still, the gentle touch helped ease the corded muscles and the aching in her shoulders and neck momentarily dissipated.
"You been with lots o' men?" he asked and she shook her head. His hand moved down to push her tank top strap down. His eyes turned heated and looked at her shoulder and collar bone.
"I'll try an' make sure it don't hurt too bad," he said softly. He gripped the bottom of her tank top and lifted it. She screwed her eyes shut as his fingers ghosted over the pad of her bra, just over the nipple. "You're so beautiful."
Gently he reached around her, his arms brushed against her bare skin. She whimpered as he unhooked the bra, but did not struggle as he slowly pulled it from her chest.
"Oh fuck," he whispered and his large hands palmed both of her breasts. She had always been proud of the size of her breasts but his hands were so large. They were just under a handful in his hand. She bit her bottom lip as he pinched her nipples and the world swayed slightly. Her body began to heat up from the inside and the next time he tweaked her nipples pleasure actually flowed through her body. She bit back the moan and horror filled her. She could not hide the second moan however and he murmured something to her that she did not hear.
"I don't want to do this," she whispered as he gently pushed on her shoulders and she moved back. His fingers plucked the buttons of her shorts and he pulled them down. The jean shorts slipped over her bound foot and he simply slid them further down the chain to deal with later. Ciara's panties came next and his finger immediately went to her core. "I really don't want to do this."
