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    It was perfect. There was even a goldfish.
    "Maurice, say hi to Jennifer."
    She waved her fingers. The fish ignored her.
    Cris reached out her and held her shoulders. "I'm going to fuck you, Jennifer. I've been thinking of nothing else since the minute I saw you."
    She nodded. "I want you too. I want to…to…" she stumbled a little over the blunt language. "I want to fuck you back, Cris." She felt heat rise in her cheeks and bravely lifted her chin. "I want everything ."
    "Then you shall have it, querida. " He slid the jeweled straps from her shoulders and eased her dress away from her.
    Since the garment had been well-engineered, there was no need for a bra. Her breasts were bare, her nipples hardening as she watched him look at her. She wanted that lovely mouth on her somewhere, anywhere.
    With a quick wriggle, the dress dropped to the floor and she stood there, nude but for her lace panties. "Now, Cris. Now ."
    "Maurice, close your eyes."
     
     
     
    Chapter 11
    The time for politeness was long past, the time for urgency was waning and the time of desperate need was upon them.
    Cris shrugged out of his shirt and pulled Jen to his body with a groan of pleasure. She met him, move for move, tugging his undershirt free of his pants and up over his head. Then she reached up to sift her fingers through his hair, kissing him with an undeniable hunger.
    He felt her heat on his hands as he undid his trousers, kicked off his sandals and struggled to free himself, to get his body as bare as hers. It was a matter of moments to push away the remains of his clothes and kick them aside. Then he was nude, hard and pushing against her soft groin, rubbing against the scrap of silk that covered her pussy.
    Her breasts, tipped with hard nipples, abraded his chest, arousing him even more fiercely as he ate at her mouth. He finally drank her breaths, replacing them with his own, dueling with her tongue and relishing in the sweet chocolaty tang of her lips.
    They sucked on each other, hands clawing, fingers digging in, bodies moving-a prelude of what was to come.
    "Fuck, you're amazing." Cris gasped the words against her mouth as she thrust her hips toward his.
    "Back at ya." She closed her eyes and shamelessly ground her groin around his cock, rubbing sensually as she parted her legs and opened the vee of her crotch to him. "God, you're hard."
    He winced even as he smiled. "It's you that's making me that way."
    Knowing his surroundings, Cris tugged her backward and turned her, toppling her onto the bed. She let out a yelp of surprise as she fell but clung to him, dragging him down with her.
    He went willingly, then slid free of her grasp and rose above her, pushing her thighs wide apart. He ripped the remaining barrier away, tearing the silk panties without hesitation. "I'm hungry. Hungry for your pussy."
    He loved her little shocked breath and the tremor he felt run through her at his words. Talking, sharing this moment verbally as well as physically, had always pleased him. It was an additional turn-on. Some women didn't like it, finding it dirty or unpleasant. Others went overboard with the shock value, thinking that would impress him. Neither was wrong, or right. It was a matter of personal preference.
    Cris simply enjoyed the additional thrill of saying out loud exactly what he wanted to do. And he was extremely happy to find Jennifer right there with him.
    "I want you to suck my pussy, Cris. I want to feel your tongue in me. I'm so close right now I could come with you just looking at me. No guarantees I can hold back once you start eating me out…"
    "Let's see what happens." He gently ran his fingertip over her swollen and wet pussy lips. "You're so wet."
    "Your fault."
    "Good." He teased her, ringing her clit, smoothing her moisture around and caressing her until she moaned. "I like that sound." Her pubic hair was a neatly trimmed and slender white-blonde line just above her clit. He stroked her, petted the bare flesh either

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