Rock Star Wedding (4 page)

Naysa caught her breath as she felt the
trembling in her thighs that signaled her orgasm. Apparently Twist
did too because his movements sped up until she clasped her thighs
around his head in ecstasy. Almost unbearably aroused by watching
her sensual completion, Twist didn’t waste a moment. He picked
Naysa up and swiftly carried her to their bedroom where he tossed
her none too gently on the bed. It only took him a moment to remove
his own clothes, and then he was there to complete their
embrace.

As she felt his thick hardness at her
entrance Naysa suddenly remembered. “Condom, Twist.”

Twist paused briefly to take one of the foil
packets out of the bedside table drawer. She reached for it.

“Let me do it.” Naysa pressed Twist back
against the mattress and removed the condom from its packet. After
determining the direction she began rolling the latex over the
broad head of his penis. When she followed up with her caressing
tongue on his throbbing pens Twist arched on the bed.

“Naysa...” It was a warning.

Naysa continued with the slow descent of the
condom, following the movement with her tongue as she sheathed
him.

Twist grabbed her wrist and her back into his
arms. “Woman, if you don’t hurry up I’m going to come right in your
hand!”

Naysa chuckled at his insistence as he
pressed her down into the mattress. Sliding between her legs in one
practiced motion, Twist brought their bodies together with an
urgency she’d never sensed before. The defined muscles in his arms,
formed by his long years as a drummer, were tightly bunched under
her stroking hands. She held onto them as she arched her hips to
meet his fierce thrusts.

Feeling her sheath begin to quiver around his
throbbing penis, Twist pulled Naysa’s legs up over his arms and
began a slow steady grind against her clitoris. His head reared
back of its own accord as his legs began to tremble in unison with
hers. Naysa legs clamped more tightly around his hips as she was
propelled into her second orgasm. Twist followed soon after as he
gave a hoarse shout of completion and collapsed on top of her.

For a moment the sound of their labored
breathing filled the room. Then, as if suddenly brought back to
consciousness, Twist moved his much larger body from on top of
hers.

“Yeah, I guess you really were motivated,”
Naysa murmured. She placed her head on his chest, her soft hand
caressing the silky hair that covered his torso.

Twist took her hand in his own and raised it
to his lips. “Now you know.”

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