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head to nuzzle her neck, he said, "How about if we ordered in
this evening?"
     
               
Kylie knew exactly what he was asking.
     
               
"I thought you'd never ask," she said, reaching up to press her lips
to his.
    .
. .
     
               
"Yes," Kylie panted as Gatlin's warm lips closed over her right breast.
Needing something to hold on to to keep from spiraling out of control, she
sinuously slipped her fingers through his rich, dark hair.
     
               
Gatlin sucked on her right nipple, bringing it to a wet stiff peak, then
continued his onslaught on the left one. His tongue was lovingly persistent.
His mouth was endlessly pleasure-giving.
     
               
The blood drummed in her ears, racing throughout her body to her chest, legs,
feet and waist area.
     
               
He moved one hand to the center of her, prodding her clenched thighs apart to
slide his finger up and down her womanly slope. The slow, lazy motion drove her
crazy as his mouth continued their assault on her fully erect breasts.
     
               
"That's it Kylie. Open up to me baby. Give me all of you," he coaxed,
his voice low and full of passion.
     
               
At this, Kylie's legs slowly opened, allowing him full access to the most
precious part of her.
     
               
"Oh Gatlin, I want you so much. I need you so much," she said, eyes
closed as she gave in to the spasms of pleasure spreading from the center of
her body to every corner she possessed. Her back arched off the bed as she
spread her legs wide, convulsing and calling out his name.
     
               
"Gatlin, oh Gatlin. Gatlin," she cried over and over.
                Kylie
grabbed his head with one hand and plunged her velvety tongue into his mouth in
a deep kiss. Her other hand sought the ultimate prize, his manhood.
                As she
slid her tongue in and out of his warm, willing mouth, she guided his shaft to
her opening and raised her hips up, practically begging him to take her.
                Gatlin
needed no further urging. There wasn't an inch of her he didn't taste, touch or
reach. She tangled her fingers in his hair as she arched her hips over and over
again, meeting his hard strokes time after time with her own fierce need.
                As their
bodies moved together in this age-old dance, he was shaken to his very soul at
how intensely he felt inside this woman. He'd never had any one match his
desire stroke for lustful stroke. He'd never had a woman match his soul —
emotion for powerful emotion.
               
This was different. He knew it as he moved insider her, touching her core over
and over and over again.
     
               
"Kylie, my beautiful, beautiful Kylie," he said as she tightly wound
her legs around him. Winding her hips in a circle, she held him close, giving
him access to the deepest part of her.
               
               
With one last, deep thrust, Gatlin buried his face in her neck, taking them
both over the precipice.
    .
. .
     
               
Gatlin looked at the sleeping from of the beautiful woman next to him. Her hair
was spread out on the pillow, just like he'd imagined it so many nights as he'd
lain awake, anticipating the first time he'd make love to her.
     
               
It had been so much more. Dreams couldn't do justice to what had just
transpired between them. He was shaken by the intensity of what he felt for
her.
     
               
She stirred, reaching for him.
     
               
Gatlin slid down beside her, running his hand across one exposed breast. Her
eyes opened drowsily and she covered his hand with hers, imploring him to
continue his exploration.
     
               
She started some exploring of her own, caressing his erect manhood as she gazed
into his sinfully tawny eyes. Gatlin's hand