Free Love Isn't Blind 2 by Sweet and Special Books

 
    Part Two
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Chapter Nine
    ASHLEY INHALED SHARPLY WHEN Anthony's hand closed around her buttocks to pull her against him. He'd stood up from a half-sitting position on the edge of the desk, and she could feel a growing bulge pressing against her stomach. She'd gotten all of his shirt buttons undone, and now she slipped her hands around his body, her fingers feeling the muscles of his back where they flexed and hardened with the effort of frantically pulling her closer.
    Their mouths were practically fused together, neither of them wanting to release the kiss they'd both been waiting weeks for. She could feel his strength now, fueled by all those years of service and the punishing exercise routines he put himself through every day thereafter. It was evident in his toned body and how tightly he grasped her. It was nearing the point of being painful, but to Ashley it was a message that spoke of just how much he wanted her.
    The same rough hands spun her around and worked swiftly and delicately at the tiny buttons on the front of her blouse. He undid one and moved on to the next, exposing the first swell of her breasts before proceeding all the way to her taut belly. He made short work of her belt and the buttons on her jeans, opening her pants to admit a hand diving down into her panties to massage her sex. She could feel herself getting wetter with each circular rub of his fingers, her honey soaking out of her all the way through her panties.
    Anthony's free hand caressed her skin, sliding up from her stomach towards her breasts, cupping the soft mounds tenderly and squeezing gently as he applied more pressure between her legs. She could do nothing but moan with pleasure and arch her body against the pressure of his hands. His mouth attacked her neck, kissing and biting at the soft white flesh. His lips brushed her earlobe and she felt her knees weaken, but he was there holding her, and she knew she couldn't possibly fall.
    Having enough of the barriers that their partially undone clothing were creating, she spun out of his grasp and tugged her shirt off her shoulders.
    "Get those pants off," she commanded, realizing he couldn't see what she was doing and might be thinking she was pulling away to stop.
    They were both naked in seconds and they came together there, standing in the middle of the office, kissing and embracing. His manhood was at full attention now, twitching against her belly as she clenched her fingers into the firm flesh of his ass cheeks. Knowing what he needed, she slid down to her knees and grabbed the base of his cock before licking it slowly with the tip of her tongue. She moved slowly, the flat of her wet tongue covering every inch of his manhood like a painter brushing fat, even strokes onto a canvas. He whimpered ever so slightly when she flicked her tongue at the tip of his cock, and she indulged his desires by opening her mouth and diving down on him.
    Ashley sucked his cock hungrily. Standing there naked before her, Anthony was a ideal specimen of the male form. His body was perfect in every way, a product of years of careful maintenance. She'd been with athletic guys before, but he had something else going for him that drove her lust to the point of need rather than want. It was the self-assured way he carried himself. His deep blue eyes always blazed under his groomed but casually swept back auburn hair. He kept it far longer than military regulations would have once allowed, and the rebellious beginnings of curls that hung just to the tops of his ears added to his devil-may-care expression.
    Passionate energy drove Ashley to do everything in her power to make Anthony feel as good as possible, and she worked her head back and forth energetically, sucking him and pushing her tongue against his cock every time her lips brushed the tangle of his pubic hair. His hand curled into her hair, and she felt him pulse in her mouth, telling her she needed to back off or deal with the consequences.
    "Come