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dispensed of them until she stood only in her bra and drenched panties.
    “Your turn.”
    Shaking his head, as if in disbelief, he shed his khakis, revealing a pair of tight black briefs, stretched by the cock she’d groped earlier, A cock much bigger than she would have expected from her geek, an unexpected bonus.
    “I’d take the glasses off too, if you want them to survive,” she warned, padding toward him.
    With a startled look, he yanked them off his face and placed them on the nightstand. When he straightened back up, she stood in front of him.
    “And now, my little wolf,” she whispered, placing her hands on his waist and drawing him against her, skin to skin. “Time to see if you taste as good as you smell.”
    As a matter of fact, he tasted better. She claimed his mouth, the touch making all the nerve endings in her body come to life. Shocked at the intense reaction, she moaned softly, although it sounded more like a growl. He tensed at the sound, but relaxed again when she sucked on his lower lip. Cautiously, as if worried she might snap—which had actually happened in the past—he brought his arms around her, his hands stroking the skin of her back, their gentle touch leaving a trail of awareness behind. She couldn’t wait to see how it felt when he placed his smooth fingers on her more interesting body parts.
    Suddenly impatient, she broke off the kiss and pushed him until the back of his knees hit the bed. He didn’t seem to mind her aggressive gesture, not if the dazed look on his face were an indication. She toppled him onto the mattress before straddling him, the hard bulge of his cock pulsing against the V of her thighs. She kissed him again, forcing his lips apart so she could insinuate her tongue, grunting in satisfaction when he met her oral thrusts with just as much fierceness. Shifting her hips, she ground her covered sex against his rod, his gasp of pleasure causing a ripple to go through her pussy.
    Sitting up on him, she grinned down at his glazed look. Reaching behind, she unclasped her bra, inordinately pleased at the way his eyes widened with appreciation when he beheld her unfettered breasts.
    “Beautiful,” he breathed, his tone reverent.
    Visual worship was nice, but she wanted some hands on—make that mouth on—pleasing. “Suck them,” she ordered, always having had a tendency to tell her lovers what she wanted. Not all men approved of her take-charge attitude, but Simon didn’t seem to mind. His lips curled in a smile that did strange things to her insides. She leant over to present her beauties to his mouth, dangling them just above.
    He needed no further encouragement, his lips latching onto a nipple and tugging hard. Deena moaned, then moaned again as his hands gripped her tits, squeezing them together so he could run his tongue over both her nipples. Back and forth, he teased her, laving, sucking and even naughtily biting her tender nubs, while she gyrated against him, her cleft throbbing with need.
    Pulling back from his exquisite torture, she made her way down his body, nipping his skin—restraining an urge to sink her teeth in—enjoying his gasps as she reached her objective. She shredded his underwear, forgoing the time it would take to strip them from his body. His surprisingly thick and long cock sprang forth and she practically drooled at the sight. She wrapped a hand around him, stroking up and down before leaning in to swipe her tongue over the swollen tip. His hips arched up, and she took advantage of his inadvertent thrust, opening her mouth wide and taking his length, enjoying his yell of surprise as she suctioned him hard.
    “Damn, I’m gonna—
    Poor Simon didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence, although, he did complete something else. He came with a hot spurt into her mouth. Deena swallowed, and kept sucking even as he moaned and tried to move away from her, the intensity of it too much for him to handle. She pinned him down and kept working his