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BDSM,
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bondage,
love,
Erotic Romance,
hea,
explicit sex,
cunnilingus,
fellatio,
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that grows below. He broke off their kiss and lay her
belly-down on the bed. With long broad strokes, he rubbed the
muscles of her shoulders and back. His fingers breached the slight
expanse of her back and curled in to fit snugly about her waist. He
brushed his lips across her aroused flesh. There was no urgency in
his motions, only fluid heat. Wherever he touched or kissed tingled
for a moment, as if a spark from the fire had landed on her
flesh.
The tensions of the day
melted away as she gave herself to his hands. A giggle escaped her
lips when he ran his finger up the sole of her foot. Malack's
strong fingers rubbed the muscles of her legs, making each as
relaxed as her shoulders and back. His tiny kisses started at her
ankle, moved up her leg, past her knee then up her
thigh.
Anticipation built, waiting
for his touch on her buttocks. It quivered. She trembled. "Oh," she
squealed, when a sharp nip replaced what she thought would be a
soft kiss. His fingers trickled across her buttocks, calming her.
When she began to relax, he would nip her again—nothing painful,
only playful.
When he finished exploring,
stroking or teasing her backside, he rolled her over then laid down
the length of her, his manhood pressing against her thigh. His lips
met hers with an urgency that surprised him. Joy filled him when
she responded with equal passion. His lips parted as he deepened
his kiss.
Her lips parted. Her tongue
reached out to touch his. She nipped his bottom lip then kissed his
neck. His lips moved to her neck, placing small kisses from chin to
chest. He shifted his weight between her legs then leaned back
resting on his knees.
He started at her shoulders
and repeated the caresses he had done to her back. He slipped a
nipple between his lips, suckled it, then smiled at the sigh that
escaped her lips as her back arched. He twirled Branwyn's other
nipple between his thumb and finger. His hand and mouth acted in
competition, which would make the firmer nipple. Branwyn’s
breathing had gone from soft, shallow breaths, to deeper, faster
ones, mixed with moans and a few sighs.
Each time she moved or
sighed, it triggered a shiver of delight in Malack. His need to
pleasure her was equal to his need to breathe. A bead of sweat
slithered down his arm. He had trained hard that day and his
muscles ached. But, he could ignore his aches to revel in the
delight he caused in Branwyn's body, and the delights he knew she
would bestow onto him, once they bedded.
He moved his hands to her
legs and stroked the insides of her thighs. The fragrance of her
sex stirred his soul. Almost in a daydream, he leisurely ran a
fingertip from her knee to the top of her thigh. His eyes closed as
he stroked her. Her skin felt soft under the toughness of his
hands. He intertwined his fingers in a tuft of her curly hair. What
joys lay waiting for him beneath?
She ran her fingers through
his hair. He opened his eyes. "I thought maybe you had gone to
sleep," she teased.
"Just enjoying the
moment."
"Let me enjoy myself with
you."
He settled back on the bed
to let her explore his body.
Branwyn's hands were small,
but her fingers were not timid. She brushed a curl off his forehead
then traced a small scar on his left cheek. "Who gave you
that?"
"Timous."
"What about this scar?" She
rubbed his right forearm.
"An angry woman."
"Your voice changes when you
say that."
"She was a very angry
woman."
Her tongue flicked one of
his nipples. It responded. So did he. His body tensed, a bit. She
licked it again, then sucked.
"Hmmm."
She wrapped her fingers
around his manhood and stroked him. He did not need much urging.
She placed a kiss on the tip. His back arched. She lapped at him.
He was too big for her mouth. Placing her hand near his base, she
squeezed the rest of him with her fingers. Synchronizing her mouth
and hand, she stroked him the full length of his shaft. His
breathing deepened. Wishing to pleasure him, she increased her
pressure and