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his chest,
letting her fingers glide over the thin covering of silky black hair. His hands
traveled around her and he cupped her naked ass. With a firm grip, he raised
her hips, and she felt his erection press against her.
    When he hoisted her up, she wound her arms around his neck and her legs
around his waist. She felt the cold slide of steel as his unfastened zipper
pressed against her naked pussy, then as he shifted her, the toned muscles of
his abdomen.
    As the kiss grew fevered she thought he’d head for the bedroom, but he
took a few steps in the opposite direction and lowered them down onto the
couch. At the cool touch of leather she drew in a breath, but her gasp was
immediately swallowed as his mouth took hers in an almost brutal assault.
    He made short work of the shirt buttons and tugged it off her with adept
speed. Shifting her so that she lay along the couch, he came down over her.
    It felt amazingly decadent to be spread out for him while he still
remained partially dressed in his jeans, but as his hands began a slow,
determined kneading of her breasts, she gave in to pure sensation and let her
thoughts dissolve under the onslaught of pleasure.
    When he took one engorged nipple into his mouth, Lissa gave out a low
moan and closed her eyes. His tongue flicked her sensitive bud before his teeth
bit lightly. She moaned again, stretching like a well pleasured cat.
    Threading her fingers through his hair, she gently held his head in
place to make certain he didn’t get any idea to stop anytime soon. She
continued to let herself get lost in sensation as he subjected her other breast
to the same delicious torture.
    When she released her grip on him, he shifted and settled between her
legs. Slowly, he pushed up her left leg until it was draped over the back of
the sofa, then he pressed against the thigh of her right leg until her foot
dropped to the floor.
    She was deliciously, self-indulgently open to him, and as he raised
himself up onto his knees, he looked down at her with eyes that gleamed from
beneath heavy eyelids. “Looks to me like there’s one hot little pussy just
waiting to be licked and tortured.”
    Sensation burned between her legs, but Lissa pouted as she stretched.
“And you think you’re just the man to do it?”
    “I’ll let you be the judge of that.” With a grin, he lowered his head
and, using his thumbs, parted her pussy lips. At the first touch of his tongue
she jerked and bucked.
    He stroked slowly, oh so damn slowly, along the entire length of her
slit.
    Lissa arched. “Yes, oh yes. Don’t stop.”
    Not that he showed any sign of stopping as he continued those long slow
strokes, and soon she felt the heady pull of orgasm. Her muscles clenched, her
pussy wept, but just as she felt on the brink of flying, Reed drew back.
    He kneeled up, his eyes narrowed slits, his lips moist from her juices.
Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he leaned down to kiss her. When
she reached down and tugged at his jeans, he hoisted himself on his elbows to
give her room, then levered up so he could use one hand to help her.
    When he was naked, she pulled him down to her again. His cock pressed
against her and she levered her hand between them to find his hard length. Reed
gasped in air as she stroked him, then she shifted, easing herself out from
under him until their positions were reversed.
    Straddling him, she bucked her hips slowly so that she was stroking his
cock with her pussy. She raised her arms up as she moved, lifting her hair and
offering him her breasts.
    Reed watched her, his eyes erotic slits of crazy blue. “You’ll want to
come down here, so I can suck those delicious tits of yours.”
    She kept up the slow slide of her hips. “Maybe you should come up here.”
    “If I do, you’ll stop riding me. And right now, it feels too fucking
good.”
    She drew her arms down and cupped her breasts. She kneaded them as she
moved, watching him all the time.
    His gaze dropped to where her