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Excerpt:
Steve growled and grabbed
her, burying his face in her hair and shoving her jacket off. "I want
you," he breathed in her ear.
She pushed his sport coat
off his shoulders and tossed it on the sofa. Her hands fumbled with his
belt buckle as he reached behind for the zipper of her dress.
"Bedroom?" he asked, his
mouth once again prodding hers.
"Umm," she sucked his
tongue deeply, nodding to her left. "That way."
Her dress landed in the
hall and her lacy white brassiere in the doorway to her room. Steve sat
on the edge of the bed and pulled her toward him. "Damn, you're
beautiful." He nuzzled the valley between her breasts before cupping a
handful of flesh with each palm and licking the nipples to hardness.
"I like that." She squirmed
against his warm tongue. "Oh yeah, I knew that mouth would be good for
more than just sweet talk."
Steve chuckled and she
pressed into him. "Don't stop! Lord, please don't stop."
He stuck his fingers into
the waistband of her panties and dragged them to the floor. His mouth
trailed down her belly, and when he faced her neatly trimmed triangle of
brown hair, he inhaled. He glanced up quickly, then back to her furry
mound. "Oh, yes."
With one motion he grasped
her hips and swung her around to the bed. He settled her on her back and
crawled between her legs, nudging them apart. "I've got to taste you."
"Please do," she purred,
arching her back. She felt him part her curly hair and spread her folds
wide, exposing her clitoris. He was still for a moment, and she felt his
warm breath on her most sensitive area. His tongue slowly covered the
length of her folds. He circled her pussy and dipped his tongue in.
Catlin thought she was
embarrassingly wet, but he didn't seem to mind as he lapped up her
juices. The slow, torturous strokes were heavenly and she hoped he'd
keep them up forever. When he moved to her clit, nipping, tugging it
between his teeth and sucking, she was glad he moved. Suddenly there was
a series of quick flicks with his tongue over her clit, and she
shattered. "Oh, God!" she cried, and clutched the covers under her ass.
Waves of pleasure washed
through her as his tongue continued teasing her. She felt a finger
circling her pussy. Catlin bucked against his mouth, and as she
shuddered and groaned out her climax, she heard moans of pleasure
emanate from him.
The most exquisite
sensations flowed thorough her body, and she never wanted it to end. But
soon the tremors lessened, and he was crawling up between her legs. At
some point he'd shed the remainder of his clothes and donned a rubber on
his rigid, waving cock. She watched him press the tip against her
opening and looked up into his eyes.
"You ready for me?" he
asked, his eyes glassy.
"Very ready! Let's go." She
tried to reach for his shaft but he grabbed her hands, pressing them
both into the bed above her head.
"Let me." He
leaned down for a light kiss, and then holding both her hands with one
of his, used his free hand to guide his cock home.
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