Trent lay back and his mind melted as her mouth worked its magic on his erection. He pushed her down, almost fearful of hurting her, but soon she set ...he tempo and he understood he was to match it with his hips thrusting up and his hands pushing her down. His seed filled her and as he shot it down her sweet throat he shuddered over the violent reaction that was rolling through him. His body felt as if it were pounding into the mouth of an angel and he was the sinner that had claimed her as his.. Even if it did, I was stuck here until that happened and I had to thinkabout what I was going to do. I had to stop closing myself off andexamine who I was now.I raised my arms in front of me, palms up, then twisted them to look atthe backs of my hands. I touched the skin of first one forearm, thenthe other. Squeezing. Probing. I touched my thighs; my knees. I raisedone leg, looking at the smoothness of it, the shiny skin visible in atriangle above the rim of my high-heeled shoe. I smelled the. When they were younger they used to fool around under the covers, pretending they were a couple, but since they had grown-up more it had changed into gentle flirting.The steps outside his apartment block were raised above the road and two teens sat on the lower level, slightly facing away from him. They were handing around a bottle of vodka, drinking it straight and grimacing each time they took another swig. John looked closer at the two girls. The first was a pale redhead, who had a slight. He occupied himself with their cute antics and spying on beautiful women from behind his sunglasses.Everywhere he looked there were beautiful women in mouthwatering varieties. Some were dark and sultry, others were pale and full of life. Their accents and languages spanned the globe.One lovely copper-haired girl about his age particularly caught his eye. She had a lilting brogue that sounded like a movie accent. Her green eyes shone bright and were often crinkled in amusement as she chatted.