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her neck. For this he had to straddle her waist, his erection a lovely cudgel pointing up in front of him. He was breathing slowly, deeply, and - despite wallowing in her own luxurious sensations - she simply couldn’t resist touching his penis.
    The flame blue glow in his eyes brightened. “You think you’re allowed to do that?”
    “Oh yes.” She cruised up his rigid heat with both hands. “I think this is exactly why you moved into reach.”
    His smile tipped feyly, so perhaps it was. “Would you like some oil for your palms?”
    “I would,” she answered with equal - and equally breathless - politeness.
    “That cream really smells yummy.”
    He offered her the jar, then scooped up more for himself.
    When he laid both hands on her breasts she nearly forgot to put hers on him.
    The way he caressed her couldn’t help but be sexual, and yet its purpose seemed to be to relax her. He circled her breasts, firmly, smoothly, as if they were another muscle that needed loosening. Around and around he went, until her cells were humming, every inch of her turned into an erogenous zone. Her spine arched off the bed with pleasure as he dragged his grip down the sides of her ribcage.

    From there he moved inward and pushed up, across her nipples and then over her shoulders. Again he repeated the dreamy circuit, and again she went limp and taut by turns.
    She could only hold his erection; she was too overwhelmed by bliss to fondle him. In truth, she might have gripped him too tightly a couple times.
    “An-so,” she whimpered when he bent, just once, to suck her nipples.
    “You can wait,” he said, his eyes gone slumberous and beautiful. “After all, you were going to make me.”
    “I need you.”
    He had a mild aphrodisiac in his saliva, and the next time he stroked across her nipples, they were more sensitive. He kept his hands there, buffing them up and down. “I need you too.”
    “May I kiss your cock?” she asked.
    Her thumbs crooked over his crest, where she’d forgotten to move them. She moved them now, back and forth, pushing the thick seep of his excitement across the satiny skin and the little hole. His thigh muscles corded like steel cables, his eyes closing with enjoyment. Both sides of his nature were struggling for control.
    “Please let me suck you,” she said, knowing he had trouble resisting her requests.
    His eyelids dragged halfway up. “That’s what you want? To give me pleasure as well?”
    “Always,” she breathed.
    He cupped his hand behind her neck, carefully helping her rise to him. His hard-on was so upright she had to tug the head to her lips.
    A hint of vanilla flavored his musky taste.
    He held her there, not lying down, not sitting up, his strength so unwavering even as she fellated him that her own weight was no strain to herself. Her only challenge was to trust he’d support her. He did, of course. Anso never let down anyone he loved.
    Knowing what he wanted, she stayed gentle, not trying to bring him off, but to show him how much she loved every part of him. She took his hot silky cock as deep as she could, her tongue stroking care into him, her hands playing over his groin and testicles. It didn’t take much of this to pull him to his limit - no surprise, since he seemed to feel their periods of abstinence the most. He moaned for her and rocked to her, until the tension in his thighs and stomach signaled he couldn’t take any more.
    “Liv,” he gasped, dragging away from her.
    She wriggled higher on the bed, drew her legs up and out so that they framed his, and nudged his thigh with one knee. His shaft had the upward curve it got when he reached maximum arousal.
    “Better find a home for that quick,” she said.
    Her manner was pure Mae West, but he wasn’t amused right then. His own
    eyes burning, he dropped forward onto braced arms.
    His hips filled the space she’d made for them.
    “You,” he said, “are the best part of me.”

    Before she had a chance to tear up,