April, n***d now, crouched over Edward, her mouth on his. He drew her hair around them like a tent. She slid further down, introducing herself to the rest of him. His neck. His n*****s. His chocolate brown stomach. She sipped the last of the river from the hollow of his navel. She pressed the heat of his erection against her eyelids. She tasted him, salty, in her mouth. He sat up and drew her back to him. She felt his belly tighten under her, hard as a board. She felt her wetness slipping on his skin. He took her n****e in his mouth and cradled her other breast in his calloused palm. April gloved in sandpaper.
He stroked her with skillful fingers and then with his skillful tongue he kissed between her legs, rubbing, nudging, poking, in a rhythm like a giant pulse, April's legs twined abo
