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and take on a distinct personal pulse; then he bit it really hard. 
    I did crumple then, and he caught me, gently lowering me to the cool tile floor.  He leaned me against the wall and I continued to make mewling sounds.  My belly was twitching and my pussy had flooded with heat.  He crawled over me and settled across my thighs, he leaned in and kissed me, and I tasted myself on his shiny lips.  Him and me and the combination of us.  He pushed himself harder against my belly and I felt his cock scald my bare flesh.
    I gasped, “How?” He didn’t answer me, just kept kissing me and rubbing himself against my lower abdomen. His throbbing cock skidded across my warm skin, my knees bent and I spread my legs.  I was mindless and had no idea what I was doing.  I think I mumbled, “Omar, I need you inside me again.” He chuckled and continued kissing me and jerking that heavy, hot cock of his against my dewy skin.  I couldn’t imagine the amount of need I felt for his entry.  My pussy twinged and clenched and I momentarily winced. 
    “You will be the death of me Goddess.” He whispered at my lips. 
    Again I simply whimpered, “How?”
    “No other has ever created such a need in my body.”
    I whispered, “Me either, I had no idea.”
    My eyes found his and I parted my lips, the only sound that escaped was that of immense need.  I whined and wrapped my legs around his tight waist and rolled myself against his body.  I felt as my own wetness coated over the base of his hard cock, so I did it again, and again.  I slid myself over him and against him and that little bird in my belly took flight. The harp string turned into a full orchestra and I began writhing.  He remained pinned to my groin, pinned and rubbing himself in time with my movements.  “Please Omar, please.” I begged.
    He chuckled again, a knowing chuckle, and then he shook his head and reached between us to palm his erection.  “I wish for you to taste me Anna. This,” He pulled on himself and then slapped his thick, heavy, straining cock against me, it made the most obscene, seductive sound, and I again responded eagerly with my sounds of agreement. “This needs to be in your mouth.”
    I exhaled through my nose and licked my lips.  Another first, and something I wasn’t sure I would ever do.  The thought of it had not turned me on in the past, but it did now.  I tentatively nodded and again licked my lips. 
    He dug his fingers into my wet hair at the back of my skull and he pulled my face to his.  As he slid backwards, he took me with him and then suddenly, my head was in his lap and I was millimeters away from his shaft.  I felt the heat coming from him, and I saw the dried blood in the hairs at his groin.  I stalled.  He smelled of us, and copper, and I realized he still had me on him, and our combined bodies and what we’d been doing all night and morning.
    His hand at the back of my head insisted, and I moved closer. “In your mouth Anna, I must feel your lips around my shaft.”
    He massaged my skull and pushed me again.  I’d been on my hands and knees, but now I reached up and wrapped my fingers around the base of him, and my breasts hung and rested on his thighs.  My pussy flooded again, and he made that sound, the sound I can only hope to hear repeatedly throughout my life.  To say it was a sound of intense pleasure is to only diminish what it did to my insides.  Intense pleasure doesn’t even come close to what we both felt as our bodies once again joined. 
    It was as if an electrical current had made us one, and I knew I was going to like this entry as much as I did the other.  I actually felt my throat open and my mouth watered.  I swallowed and he pushed.  My hand shook, and I parted my lips and lowered them over his shiny head.  He made that sound again.  I went farther, and took more of him in my mouth.  His hips bucked and his hand held me steady and even more of him entered my face. 
    I moaned