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it was everything he’d dreamt it would be…sweet, spicy and womanly. But, most of all, wet. He removed his lips and inserted a finger deep inside of her. Amelia moaned and leaned forwards against him. She was so wet and very inviting.
    Michael inserted a second finger. Amelia was so tight. He worked around slowly. Amelia moaned, bit her bottom lip and slumped against him. He slid his fingers out, pushed her on to her back and buried his face back between her legs.
    Amelia clamped her knees, locking them at the side of his head as he explored her core with his tongue. Within minutes, he felt her body shake as the orgasm blossomed and then released. Michael continued to tongue her gently until she stopped shaking and relaxed.
    Michael rose and looked down at her, spread out and panting on the table. The sight proved too much. He had to be inside her.
    Michael lowered his swimming trunks and stepped out of them. His cock bobbed, hard and ready. He approached the table slowly, massaging his erection and watching his target…a wet and quivering hole. He moved between her legs, parted them just a little more and entered.
    Amelia gasped and moved down closer to the end of the table until their bodies fully met. Her body opened to him and she began moving her hips, meeting him stroke for stroke.
    “You’re so tight and wet,” Michael said to her as he passionately took her.
    Amelia wrapped her legs more tightly around him and then sat up, pressing her breasts against his chest. “I need you deeper,” she said in a husky voice.
    He was only too willing to oblige. Michael raised her hips, spread her wider and thrust his cock deeper.
    Amelia’s nails clawed at his back. “Ooh,” she uttered as she came for a second time.
    The sound was like music to his ears and proved to be too much as his own body responded with a powerful shake. He ejaculated, sending warm cum into her hot, wet crevice.
    Amelia slumped against him, breathing hard. “You are so wonderful.” She buried her head into the crook of his neck and kissed it. “I can’t wait to get you into bed.”

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    Michael’s legs and half of his body covered Amelia as she awoke the next morning. She smiled, remembering last night’s performance as they had finally moved in from the patio and resumed their lovemaking in his bedroom. She had lost count of the number of times he had made her come. He was a sweet, kind and generous lover, who had gone out of his way to see to her satisfaction.
    The alarm beside the bed rang and Michael stirred, opening his baby blue eyes and smiling. “Morning, beautiful.” He reached over and turned off the alarm.
    Beautiful ? He was just being generous. Amelia thought she probably looked a sight with bed hair and lips swollen from his kisses.
    Michael snuggled up against her. “As wonderful as last night was, we have to get up.”
    Amelia pouted playfully. “Ah, do we have to?” She reached over and squeezed one of his butt cheeks. Michael had a glorious butt, hard, muscular and devoid of hair. Like most models, he purposely removed the hair to be more appealing for the camera.
    “Don’t tempt me, woman,” he teased. “I’d much rather stay in bed with you all day than pose under the hot sun and lights, but I have to show some responsibility.”
    “Fie on responsibility.”
    He rewarded her with a smile but still moved off of the bed.
    Amelia glanced over at his nude body. His member was erect, which meant he appreciated her hungry stare.
    “Later, my little wood nymph.” He winked at her. “Come and join me in the shower.”
    Amelia tossed the cover aside and rose. “Ooh, I’m naked.”
    Michael chuckled. “If I had my way I’d keep you like that all the time.” He held out his hand to her.
    Amelia took a step and a little pain shot through her pelvic area. Her entire body was pleasantly sore and it hadn’t felt that way in a long time. They sauntered into the bathroom and both took care of their needs in turn.