Free Molding Clay by Ciana Stone

the fringe of hair that topped her
    mound. His hands moved up the sides of her legs to her hips, then around to grip her
    ass tightly and pull her pussy to his face. Her smell was of sweet meadows in spring, of
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    honeysuckle wafting in on the night air, a promise of passion that had him eager to
    taste more. Rusty murmured encouragement, running her fingers through his hair,
    pulling his head tighter to her.
    Her clit was swollen and sensitive when his tongue moved over it. Rusty gasped
    and gripped him tighter, arching toward him. Clay indulged himself, sucking the hard
    nub into his mouth, circling the sensitive flesh with his tongue. Just as she gasped and
    started to shudder, he moved his mouth away and stood before her. Rusty bent like a
    reed as he gathered her against him in a searing kiss. Her body hummed, creating a
    sound that was primal.
    He recognized the sound, his mind translating for him on a primal level that she
    had moved beyond mere want and fully into need. Knowing that he’d awakened such
    hunger had his groin tightening, his mind going nearly blank with the desire to fill that
    need, to hammer inside her, make her scream and shudder until there was no need left.
    She undulated against him. His hands cupped her ass, slowing and guiding the frantic
    rotation of her hips.
    Rusty broke the kiss, both of them breathing hard as her hands moved down the
    center of his body, going steadily south. He was long and hard. She ran her fingers
    through the hair at the base of his cock and down the crease at his legs, admiring his
    length and thickness. He quivered when she ran a fingernail down the shaft to the
    bulging head of his cock, knowing that neither of them would last long with so much
    built-up need. And his need demanded to be filled.
    He grabbed her shoulders and laid her down on the ground, sliding his hands
    down her arms and over her hips. She moaned when he kissed her stomach and ran his
    tongue over her clit. His hands moved up the inside of her thighs, brushing her sex with
    his thumbs, then his mouth replaced his hands. Rusty screamed in pleasure.
    It was time. Kneeling between her legs, he lifted her hips to meet him. Slowly he
    entered her wet chamber. Her muscles tightened around him, making him grit his teeth
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    at the pleasure that shot down his shaft. Fighting to go slow, he put his full length
    inside her. Her body resisted at first, her pussy tight and wet around his thickness.
    He stifled a groan, wanting to pound into her, to slake his thirst. It took all the
    control he possessed to hold back. His chest tightened as he fought for control, the effort
    making his breathing hard and ragged. Gritting his teeth against the need that pounded
    at him with ever-increasing intensity, he began a slow rhythm, pulling almost
    completely out before plunging back in again. Rusty quaked with each stroke, opening
    herself for full penetration. His rhythm began to build in speed and intensity. Aching to
    get deeper, he grabbed behind her knees and lifted her legs in the air.
    Rusty moaned and stretched her arms up over her head, arching up against him,
    abandoning all control. It was so supremely feminine and submissive that it threatened
    his tenuous control. Primal need took over and he stroked hard and fast, her cries and
    gasps driving him faster and harder until he felt control fading like mist in sunshine.
    Knowing that he was perilously close, Clay slowed his pace and lowered her legs.
    Coming forward, he captured her mouth with his. The kiss was slow but passionate,
    matching the motion of his hips. Together they danced a primitive dance, each naturally
    matching the rhythm of the other. Clay lost himself in the moment, wanting it to last
    forever. Nothing in his life had ever felt so right as this moment, and this woman.
    As Rusty deepened the intensity of the kiss and wrapped her legs around his waist,
    his motions became harder. He drove himself into her wet