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slow and delicious curl.
    Mac’s hands pressed her hips down on him as his arousal throbbed upward. Though he stretched her entrance and her hips wanted to respond, Isabelle kept her mouth on Mac’s nipple. The rigid bud stood erect, circled by her tongue, but rather than lick it, she gently sucked on it.  
    “ Isabelle ,” he whispered, his voice strained and tight, and she felt him grind himself beneath her.  
    He was trying not to move, to let her mouth continue its work, but his hips moved with tiny, erratic jerks. Languidly, she slid her tongue across the peaked tip and was rewarded with a shuddering gasp, forced from his throat. His pelvis began a slow and circular gyration, halting and starting, then halting again, a movement on the edge of control–and completely sensual. Her own hips fought to buck into him but instead her abdomen tightened around his engorged shaft as she moved her mouth to his other nipple.
    Mac’s entire body tensed in anticipation, corded muscles popping to life, his fingers digging into her hips. She enveloped the bare tip in her mouth, fondling it, and felt her own nipples harden as Mac’s arousal jerked inside her. She moaned around the hard tip, as her tongue pushed into it, and then her teeth lightly bit.
    The movement of Mac’s hips began slowly as did a moan from deep inside his chest. His hands pushed down on her hips, as his back steadily arched off the bed, and the sound that vibrated his chest against her lips slowly built into his throat. Louder he moaned as her teeth tugged at his distended nipple. Higher his back arched, as his hips sank lower and his hands thrust her down on him. Only his shoulders were in contact with the bed, as Isabelle’s torso lay along his arching chest, and his rib cage continued to rise. He was tugging his nipple hard, the tension nearly unbearable, as his moan turned into an anguished groan. She stretched herself over him, her teeth biting steadily harder, her tongue lashing into him, over and over until finally, he cried out and pulled free.
    He thrashed beneath her and only his hands on her hips kept her from sailing across the room. His massive erection drove up into her and he thrust wildly inside. The headboard of the bed knocked loudly against the wall, banging repeatedly as his back slammed into the mattress and his hips surged up beneath hers. She swayed on top of him, trying to stay connected, even though each penetration drove higher. He filled her to the point of pain and then let her fall. He speared up into her and then jerked her back down. His magnificent, rampant body had erupted into giant undulations that lifted them both from the bed.
    She wanted to grind on him, feel the thudding at her sweet spot turned to crushing, as her hips whipped back and forth atop him. Over and over the air was forced from her lungs in shallow grunts as he slammed upward. His chest heaved with harsh and ragged gasps. And just as she thought there would be no end to the primal thrusts, Mac sat up and Isabelle quickly found their positions reversed. As her hands landed on the bed behind her, Mac knelt and pulled her hips hard toward him.

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    As Mac tugged Isabelle up his thighs, his hips thrust forward to meet her. Her entire body vibrated with the connection and she quickly sank to her elbows as her head tilted back. An explosion of frantic gyrations claimed her hips, her lithe torso whipping up and down. Her olive skin was suffused with pink and the perfect, rose-tipped mounds of her breasts thrust upward, her chest heaving in time with his. His engorged flesh buried itself in her as he kept a firm grip on her thighs, pulling her hard onto him. Isabelle whimpered in response as a deep shudder rippled through her. Her body seemed to shimmer and then her incredibly flat tummy writhed and flexed. Again, he thrust forward, plunging into her deeply and, for a moment, Mac wasn’t sure what he was seeing.  
    But as he stared at her