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mouth, his tongue searing my tender flesh, branding me. I whimpered as his fingers deftly found their way inside the band of my lacy thong.  He slowly pushed his fingers inside me and I heard his sharp intake of air when he discovered how wet I was.
    “I told you , you make me very hot talking all soft and dirty like that…” I purred.  “You know it doesn’t take much for me to…”
    “Baby, don’t ever apologize for being wet... if I had my way, you’d be wet all the time.” He looked into my eyes. “You’ll probably have to hospitalize me for exhaustion but…I could think of worse ways to go.”
    “ I’d nurse you back to health.”
    “ You would be the cause of my ‘health’ issues.”
    “Stop talking and get to work.” I laughed.
    He crawled down the length of me , planting light kisses that sent shockwaves over the surface of my flesh. He pulled my thong off, then reached up and tugged my nightshirt over my head. His arms caged me under him and he lowered his body onto mine again. The warmth of his skin touching mine felt like security itself. I never felt safer or more loved than when he held me to him as we lay together wrapped in each other’s arms. He nudged my legs apart with his knee and I spread wider as he slid his body into place.
    He raised himself on his arms while lifting his hips, and I took hold of his hard cock, pressing it to my slick opening and began rubbing the wide crown back and forth over my clit. I nearly went mad from the sensation; it felt so good, so incredibly hot. I began gyrating my hips beneath him. His eyes never left my face as I continued masturbating using his cock.
    M y orgasm intensified and I lifted my hips to meet his, my shoulders sinking deeper into the mattress. With a growl he lowered his body and I felt him slide the wide crown into my cleft. I moaned, the exquisite agony, the neediness I felt, was instantly satisfied and replaced with a different need. I grabbed the sheets, clutching them between my fingers as he pushed deeper into me, filling me.
    An electrical charge ran up the back of my legs, through my center splaying outward sending a tingling rush right up to my head. Craving the feel of his skin on mine I raised my chest up, pushing my breasts against his neat matting of hair.
    “ I love the way your tight cunt grabs my cock…riding it,” he panted.
    “Ummm.”  I suddenly got an idea. “About that ride...” I said, my voice seductively throaty.
    With both palms flat on his chest, I pushed up and using my legs I rolled him over, straddling him, my thighs tight around his hips. I lowered my body onto his and slid back and forth, riding him, rocking my hips. He grabbed my sides and pumped me up and down his shaft, the muscles in his arms moving like perfectly timed machinery. I kept looking at his face and when he lowered his eyelids and slipped into that zone we both found whenever we fucked, I smiled.
    H e dug his fingers into my flesh guiding me up and down the length of him.
    “Now you’re speaking my language.” He whispered.
    T he gravelly sound of his voice had me gasping. I was so turned on by the look on his face I literally stopped and shook. I quickly tried to get myself back into my rhythm, rocking faster and faster. The muscles in his arms strained as he lifted me. We both moved like feral animals, governed by our need to sate our lust. The connection we shared was more than just sex. I belonged to him—we belonged together.
    I cupped his face holding it in place as I brought my mouth down over his, sloppily running my lips over his mouth, licking him. I sucked at his lower lip, grabbing it with my teeth, tugging gently. He tasted like mint and honey and I couldn’t help myself as I bit down with a little more enthusiasm than intended, tasting the sweetness in his blood. He moaned low, grunting with each pounce. Our bodies slapped together like a jungle drum, as the intensity built sending my senses soaring into oblivion.
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