His Princess - Stacy Gail Page 0,35

the sugar levels in the fruit were at its peak during the cooler temperatures. It was only during the daytime that humans cut grape clusters from the vines so that the tourists could watch how it had once been done in the old days. Then those grapes wound up in half-barrels, awaiting bare feet to do what had been done since humans first learned to make wine. Something must have shown in her expression what she thought of that, because in about a heartbeat Gus was insisting that she get up in one of those vats so she could do the Napa Valley Stomp.

As weird as it had been to basically stand in a half-barrel of squishy, sticky food, she’d reveled in how Gus had laughed as he watched her gingerly squish her way around while the grapes under her feet slowly turned to sweet-smelling mush. She hadn't gotten to know him nearly as well as she wanted to, but she had the distinct impression that laughter and joy had never been a huge part of Gus's life.

If it took squishing food with her bare feet to bring some laughter and joy into his life, then by damn, that was a small sacrifice for her to pay.

And speaking of bringing him joy…

With a smile she knew he couldn't see, Joelle carefully lowered her head and ran her tongue along the heated, crushed-silken side of his penis. She thrilled at how she could feel all the muscles in his body stiffen, and the way his cock twitched in her grasp had her smiling all the wider. When she saw his toes curl in response to her erotic ministrations, it was all she could do to keep herself from running a victory lap around the bungalow.

“You know what?” she said huskily, stroking a hand up and down along his hardened flesh, squeezing gently every now and again until she heard a broken growl of pleasure. “I happen to love this particular position with you, but it does have a logistical problem that goes along with it. I can't watch your expression from where I am now. Come to find out, I love watching you when you come. Maybe if we did this in front of some mirrors—”

Her rambling cut off with a sharp gasp when he brought her down to meet his seeking, clever mouth.

Oh, wow.

The message of no more talking got through to her loud and clear. She gasped when his tongue slid along her intimate channel to her clit, before she tried to focus on stroking his shaft while laving its darkened crown with her tongue.

Beautiful.

As her muscles tensed and the exquisite sensation of pleasure began to seep into her every nerve, she tried to give him just as much as he gave her. She could only hope she was at least in the zip code of that goal, because the magic he was creating with that mouth of his had her rushing toward the jagged edge of no return. She moved, deepening his penetration into her mouth, stroking him with hand and lips and tongue, sucking as quickly as she could to heighten his pleasure.

She had to get him there, fast, because she was about to lose it.

The trickle of salty goodness down the back of her throat heralded a new intensity in his touch. Cupping his hands over her ass, he pulled her down hard against his mouth, ignoring the care she took not to put too much pressure on him.

“Grind into me, lady,” he grated, and she loved how breathless he sounded. “I need that pussy now.”

Wordlessly she obliged him, letting him guide her to whatever it was he wanted while focusing her attention on milking his cock with her mouth. She could feel the wild throb of his heart against her tongue, and she knew it matched the frenzied beat of her own as she soared ever closer to that pinnacle of bliss.

Then his mouth closed over her clit and sucked hard, and she lost it completely. Wildly she ground down onto his mouth while moaning against his cock. Hot liquid spurted down her throat as he thrust into her, and a giddy sense of triumph spilled through her even as she came so hard she thought it would never end.

She wasn’t sure how long it was before the tension in her body eased and her mind returned to reality, but she did know she came back to herself utterly changed. She collapsed, half on the