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every night after dinner for dessert. Heck, he'd be happy to have them instead of dinner. Anything so he could have her.
He wasn't rough, but it took all his self-control and then some to be gentle, to coax her into accepting the kind of kiss he needed to give her. He nibbled at her lower lip, tasting it with the tip of his tongue. She let her mouth open a little bit farther, and he dipped inside, feeling as if he was on an overdose of pleasure as her honey-sweet taste lured him in farther. He was careful not to dominate her mouth, though. Not yet. He wanted to lure her into seeking more.
He did a series of dip and retreat moves that had him shaking with the effort it took to let her set the pace. But finally, her tongue came in search of his. She slid it along his, inviting him back into her mouth with shy enthusiasm and very little skill.
He let her have her way.
She moaned and arched into him. He cupped that incredible backside he wanted so desperately to see naked with one big hand and pressed her forward.
It brought her mound into direct contact with his rock-hard and aching penis.
He could feel pre-ejaculate wet his tip, and he lifted her, using her body to caress his needy flesh. All the while, he knew he was taking it too far. This wasn't the time or the place. He knew the passion was mutual. They could pursue it later.
However, none of the arguments could put a hand brake on the need that had been building up for four years.
Worse for his self-control, she was as lost to the pleasure as he was. She writhed against him, her fingers locked like manacles around his neck.
He was so close to orgasm, he could feel the tingling at the base of his shaft.
He used the hand not busy grabbing her butt to feel her up in front. Her shirt was thin cotton, her bra couldn't be padded, not and him feel that hard and tight little peak poking the center of his palm. He squeezed her breast, kneaded it and then rubbed his palm over her nipple until she was climbing his legs, practically straddling him.
One shift of his big body and she was straddling him. He slipped his hand down over the resilient flesh of one of her cheeks, until his fingers were pressing into the apex of her thighs. Her panties were no barrier to him feeling the wetness their kiss had wrought between her legs.
Man, was she hot.
Hot and sexy and so on the edge that he wondered which one of them was going to go over first. Since it was both of them, he didn't even try to stop it. He'd wanted her too long to worry about the embarrassment of coming in his shorts like a horny adolescent.
He slipped his hand inside her panties. Skin so soft, it begged, for one caress after another quivered under his knowing hand. Pressing inexorably downward, he slid his middle finger into the slick and swollen warmth between her legs.
Then he started undoing buttons with his other hand and got inside her shirt.
He'd been right. Her bra was some kind of thin, silky material, and it had a front clasp. With the flick of his wrist he had the catch open and was peeling fabric away from his prize, all the while kissing her with hunger built up by prolonged abstinence and fantasizing run amok.
One perfectly shaped mound was enough to fill his big hand. He squeezed and she moaned. He upbraided her nipple with his palm, and she made a deep animal sound in the back of her throat and started rubbing herself against him like a woman on a mission. He bucked against her, increasing the friction of their bodies while his tongue started to mock what his body so desperately wanted to do to her.
Wild desire raged out of control in his body, and he took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and gently pinched, then pulled it, rolling the sweet morsel between his fingers, before lightly pinching it again.
She exploded, her body bowing, pressing her swollen lips even harder against his throbbing erection, squeezing his finger in rhythmic contractions of her inner muscles.
Her mouth
He wasn't rough, but it took all his self-control and then some to be gentle, to coax her into accepting the kind of kiss he needed to give her. He nibbled at her lower lip, tasting it with the tip of his tongue. She let her mouth open a little bit farther, and he dipped inside, feeling as if he was on an overdose of pleasure as her honey-sweet taste lured him in farther. He was careful not to dominate her mouth, though. Not yet. He wanted to lure her into seeking more.
He did a series of dip and retreat moves that had him shaking with the effort it took to let her set the pace. But finally, her tongue came in search of his. She slid it along his, inviting him back into her mouth with shy enthusiasm and very little skill.
He let her have her way.
She moaned and arched into him. He cupped that incredible backside he wanted so desperately to see naked with one big hand and pressed her forward.
It brought her mound into direct contact with his rock-hard and aching penis.
He could feel pre-ejaculate wet his tip, and he lifted her, using her body to caress his needy flesh. All the while, he knew he was taking it too far. This wasn't the time or the place. He knew the passion was mutual. They could pursue it later.
However, none of the arguments could put a hand brake on the need that had been building up for four years.
Worse for his self-control, she was as lost to the pleasure as he was. She writhed against him, her fingers locked like manacles around his neck.
He was so close to orgasm, he could feel the tingling at the base of his shaft.
He used the hand not busy grabbing her butt to feel her up in front. Her shirt was thin cotton, her bra couldn't be padded, not and him feel that hard and tight little peak poking the center of his palm. He squeezed her breast, kneaded it and then rubbed his palm over her nipple until she was climbing his legs, practically straddling him.
One shift of his big body and she was straddling him. He slipped his hand down over the resilient flesh of one of her cheeks, until his fingers were pressing into the apex of her thighs. Her panties were no barrier to him feeling the wetness their kiss had wrought between her legs.
Man, was she hot.
Hot and sexy and so on the edge that he wondered which one of them was going to go over first. Since it was both of them, he didn't even try to stop it. He'd wanted her too long to worry about the embarrassment of coming in his shorts like a horny adolescent.
He slipped his hand inside her panties. Skin so soft, it begged, for one caress after another quivered under his knowing hand. Pressing inexorably downward, he slid his middle finger into the slick and swollen warmth between her legs.
Then he started undoing buttons with his other hand and got inside her shirt.
He'd been right. Her bra was some kind of thin, silky material, and it had a front clasp. With the flick of his wrist he had the catch open and was peeling fabric away from his prize, all the while kissing her with hunger built up by prolonged abstinence and fantasizing run amok.
One perfectly shaped mound was enough to fill his big hand. He squeezed and she moaned. He upbraided her nipple with his palm, and she made a deep animal sound in the back of her throat and started rubbing herself against him like a woman on a mission. He bucked against her, increasing the friction of their bodies while his tongue started to mock what his body so desperately wanted to do to her.
Wild desire raged out of control in his body, and he took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and gently pinched, then pulled it, rolling the sweet morsel between his fingers, before lightly pinching it again.
She exploded, her body bowing, pressing her swollen lips even harder against his throbbing erection, squeezing his finger in rhythmic contractions of her inner muscles.
Her mouth
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