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that refused to quiet. She was sure she’d come before he touched her if she didn’t hold back. Ryan reached over and pulled the tiny lace garment down, all the way to her ankles. She looked so damn sexy standing there like that. He grabbed both of her hips in his long hands and kissed her ass cheeks. He couldn’t get enough of her smell, the vague scent of roses, exotically blended with her female sex. He breathed in deeply.
    Heather held her thighs to hold her balance, thoroughly enjoying his attention. He licked the back of her thighs and up her bare ass, then over her wet cunt. She groaned. It felt like he was eating her up. His tongue slid over her sex and dipped inside. She felt her body tighten, an orgasm only a breath away.
    Ryan was now in front, licking her soft outer lips. Then he held out his arms and she sank down to the soft rug. He took her panties and tossed them aside, bent her legs up, and spread her thighs. “Let me see you,” he demanded. With both hands he opened her outer lips to reveal all that was intimate. She’d never felt more exposed.
    “I want to look at your little pearl,” he whispered. His fingers held her open. He looked lustily at the hard little clit that begged to be touched. A wave of eroticism swept through him and he nearly lost it. Very lightly he let the tip of his tongue touch the most sensitive part of her and she cried out.
    “Give yourself to me, baby. All of you—everything.” His emotion washed over her, igniting her orgasm. She had nothing to hold back from him. He had her, down to her core. He licked her slick opening and blew on her clit and she moaned again. He let her thighs go wide apart. Then, with the tips of his fingers, he began to tap lightly on top of her pulsing clit. She yelled, unable to voice any word, just flying into a rush of erotic flows that gripped and rocked her until she came wildly. Ryan rubbed his growing dick, watching her in the last waves of orgasm. Her eyes were closed, but only for a moment.
    Her desire for him had only increased. She looked up to see him with his hand on his throbbing cock. She leaned up and undid his pants the rest of the way and pulled them down. His hot balls clung under his erect penis. She lowered her mouth over the smooth, round head, letting it touch the back of her throat. She bobbed her head up and down. Ryan had both hands in her hair.
    She leaned back a moment to look at his cock, blood-filled and distended before her. The sight of him, still almost fully clothed except for his naked sex, excited her. She did what she’d wanted to do all night. She ripped his clothes off, the jacket, the tie, the vest, the shirt, uncovering his muscular chest. Ryan helped her by taking off his shoes and pants, as his dick bobbed.
    He sat with his back to the fireplace hearth, pulling her on top of him, guiding her to kneel over him. He fingered her clit, igniting her arousal. He took her hands and placed them around his rigid shaft. She began to massage up and down, admiring his huge hardness.
    Ryan tweaked her nipples, pulling at them. They were already hard as pebbles. She was so aroused, his touches bordered on pain. Every nerve in her body was sensitive. He pulled her forward and kissed her belly. Then he reached to pick up the condom he’d removed from his pants pocket earlier and deftly covered his hard erection.
    “I want to fuck you hard,” he gasped, sexual pleasure overwhelming him. He put both hands at her waist, guiding her over the top of his stiff penis. The head touched her slick opening, causing a current of lust to run though him. He slipped her down over him, gradually deeper. “Play with your nipples,” he pleaded, and Heather complied.
    Her head tilted back as she slid up and down over Ryan’s huge cock. Her slender hands held her breasts and played with the tender nipples. He began to move her up and down faster, watching her pert breasts bounce lightly. That sent him over the edge.
    He leaned her to