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arched up in wanton abandon. “What are you waiting for? Get over here and fuck me!”

    Within moments, he had divested himself of his robe and was nearly flying across the room.
    His arms enfolded her, pulling her close to his body, his Roman nose burying in her hair, and hungrily inhaled her scent.
    He felt her hands grip around his body, forcing him closer as she began to purr softly, making her actions seem kittenish and innocent.
    Slowly, she set out to explore the bounty placed before her.
    Chan’s skin was warm to the touch, yielding and supple, while maintaining a firmness that was astounding to her.
    “How can you feel so hard and so soft at the same time?” she wondered out loud.
      Chan answered her with a slight groan, his onyx-colored eyes following the progress of her teasing fingers as they reached a pebbling nipple.
    “So pretty,” she breathed, running the pads of her fingers over the dark, berry-colored protrusion.
    He hissed, feeling his nipple swell and extend to its fullest.
    This seemed to fascinate Laney, because she gently raked her nails over the nubbin before pressing at it gently, massaging away the sting.
    “That does things to me, Kitten,” Chan moaned, closing his eyes, sensations shooting straight to his cock
    Laney smiled, enfolding him in her fingers, pinching it a little, smiling as his back arched up towards her touch, then fell away as he mouthed another groan.
    “Sensitive…,” she breathed.
    “Just like yours.” Chan made the colossal effort to reach up and run his fingers over her nipples, smiling as she gasped a little and leaned into his touch. “And if I do it with my mouth….” He began to sit up, but Laney again beat him to the punch.
    Before he got very far, she leaned over and attached herself to one nipple, sucking the tight, sensitive skin into her mouth.
    “Shit! Laney!”
    Laney chuckled, and he understood that she was amused that she had drawn such a sound from him, and all from a little suckling. But he knew that what made her vagina leak and her labia throb was the simple curse word she had drawn from his lips.
    He reached around her, wanting nothing more than to throw her underneath her and slam his throbbing cock deep inside her wet heat, but common sense prevailed. He held his control and let her set the pace, content to run his hands up and down the sleek, sweat-dampened skin of her back.
    She licked and lapped her way to his other nipple, leaving a tingling wetness on his chest that when combined with the cool air in the bedroom made his nipples extra hard and throbbing. In reaction, his cock lurched against the cleft of her ass, dampening it with the dribbles of his pre-cum that began to freely flow.
    He groaned and arched his back, purposely running his turgid length against the soft plump skin of her ass. He could feel her wet welcome pooling against his abdomen. It felt like liquid lava on his skin.
    “You.” She paused to lick his skin, writhing against the hardness against her ass, almost as if she wanted him to put it in a much more hungry and empty place. “You,” lick, “taste,” lick, “divine.”
    She wiggled lower, and Chan almost lost it feeling her soft breasts with their erect nipples drag down the damp path made buy her seeking lips and tongue.
    “I am sure,” he gritted out, eyes squeezed tight, “that you taste—divine.”
    “Mmm. You flatter me.”
    “If I were not shackled by this damn sense of honor, I would have you on your back, your legs spread wide for my pleasure, howling while I bring you to your peak with my tongue, not allowing you to tumble over.”
    She jerked to a halt at his heated words, her eyes growing first wide, then glazing over as her passions rose.
    “Your voice,” she groaned, dropping her head to his stomach. “You could make me come with your voice alone. It’s like…like chocolate and velvet.”
    She sat up, bracing her hands on his chest, and slid up his body to hover just above his face,