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intent with each passing second. He felt the satin of her dress
graze over his stomach as she kissed his chest. He wanted to feel
her tongue on him, wanted to kiss her, but he would let her have
her way. The anticipation had long drawn a reaction. He felt almost
shy at the thought of her discovering how hard he was. He felt the
heat of her mouth as she let her tongue travel across his chest to
his nipple. His breath caught in his throat and he let himself grab
hold of her hair. She rose to her full height and met his gaze,
letting her open mouth draw close to his. Yet she didn’t kiss him.
Her lips grazed his, and she flicked her tongue against his upper
lip, but still she did not kiss him. His grip tightened in her hair
and he wrapped his arm around her waist, running his hand up to
find the zipper. A moment later, her dress fell open and he ran his
hand across the clasp of her bra and the bare skin of her back.
    “Then what?” She barely breathed her words
into his mouth and smiled.
    He groaned. “I’m going to punish you for
teasing me.”
    She giggled and squirmed against him. “I’m
not teasing you. I’m totally going to put out.”
    He smirked, took her by the hair and slid
his tongue into her open mouth. Her whole body responded to him as
she kissed him back, a soft whimper sounding in her throat. He
walked her backward toward the bed and let her fall onto it,
smiling up at him. His cock pressed hard against the fabric of his
trousers, he felt relief to be free of them. She slid out of the
straps of her dress and pushed it down over her hips, kicking it
away from the bed. He looked down at the dress, frowning.
    “I think you may have offended it,
love.”
    “Shut up and fuck me.”
    Those words drew a wicked chuckle and he
lowered himself down onto her, letting her feel how hard she made
him. He held himself there, moving against her as her legs fell
apart. Again she whimpered and he stifled her cries with his
lips.
    She clutched him, dragging her nails down
his back. He knew if he moved in the right rhythm there, she would
succumb. Still he knew other ways that were far more enticing. He
stripped her of her bra, but she pulled him onto her before he
could properly appreciate her breasts. He let her tongue play at
his open lips until pressing his mouth to hers and driving his
tongue inside. She convulsed at the sensation, her hands reaching
for his backside where she grabbed him and pulled him against her
firmly. He groaned. She snapped the waistband of his boxers,
startling him.
    “Take them off.” He met her eyes and smiled
before slipping down to her breasts, clamping his mouth over her
nipple. She ran her fingers through his hair and stifled a cry with
her other hand. He flicked his tongue against the hardening flesh
before sucking gently. She loved this. He languidly shifted to her
other breast, letting her squirm under him, her ankle running up
the length of his thigh. She hooked her feet behind him and gave a
tug, letting him know exactly what she wanted. He lifted himself up
to stand at the foot of the bed, looking down at her as he pulled
his boxers down and let them fall to the floor. She growled
appreciatively. He rose to his full height and was startled by her
sudden movement as she pushed herself to the edge of the bed and in
one graceful movement, took him in her mouth.
    His breath caught as he watched his flesh
disappear beyond those soft pink lips. Her eyes were closed to him,
as though the act itself were causing her ecstasy. He was too big
to disappear completely, but the warmth of her mouth sent shudders
through him. He took hold of her hair, wanting to get lost in the
sensation, but knowing better than to do so.
    “Sweetheart,” he started, but the words
broke off as she slid her tongue over him to the sensitive skin of
his balls, lapping at them as she took hold of him with a firm yet
gentle hand, running her fingers over the ridge at the head of his
cock. She groaned softly as