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her, wanting her to come again on him. 
    She was dripping, drenching his mouth as his tongue took her again, licking between her labia, lapping up her wetness, drinking her as she rocked back and forth violently against his mouth, rubbing her clitoris faster against his lips, covering his mouth, pushing herself into him, sexual aggression and passion the same things to them now as they pushed each other further, transgressing in their base need for each other’s bodies. She moaned aloud as he gripped her buttocks, pushing her roughly back and forth across his face, her scent covering him as she climaxed again.
    He rose to his feet. He had wanted to kiss her for so long now and as he took hold of her face, his kiss was full and passionate, his tongue going deep inside her mouth, his hands covering the sides of her face, enveloping her. She could taste her own sex on him, uniting them in scent and smell and taste. His hands held the side of her face possessively as his kisses became fierce.
    He unbuttoned his shirt, easing it off his shoulders and taking it off. She heard him unzip his trousers. He took them and the rest of his clothes off swiftly.
    His hand went around the back of her neck and he released the tie blindfolding her. She saw him fully naked as he stood before her, her hands still bound, and all she wanted to do was touch him. A more stunning form of masculinity she could not have found; his chest and stomach corded with muscles, his cock thick, and hard, inches away from her. As her eyes ran up his body she found his face, the expression in his eyes stimulating her senses even more than his body, a shattering wildness coming from them that took her breath away, the desire and possession coming from them reaching deep inside of her, touching her soul, twisting itself around her heart.
    Taking hold of her hips, he thrust his cock straight into her, his eyes locked on hers. With the dripping wetness between her legs, he had no need to prepare her. His hand went around her neck; and as he fucked her, her eyes didn’t yield to him.
    She was pulling down hard on the ropes as he cupped her ass to grip her, to steady her; her hips thrusting forward onto his cock as she sought to meet his rhythm, the matching of their bodies so perfect, riding his cock as he thrust deeper into her, fucking her in perfect rhythm, as if he had done this to her so many times before, pounding into her without restraint, pushing her further as his eyes challenged her, claimed her, overpowered her as he took her harder, his thrusting forceful and relentless, her body close to exploding.
    He pulled out of her suddenly. His hands went to one of her writs and swiftly he untied her, then the other wrist, freeing her. He lifted her dress up over her head and pulled it off, undoing her bra and dropping it to the floor. She was completely naked before him.
    He led her by the hand to the bed and lay her down, climbing gently on top of her; his chest hard against her breasts as he pushed her legs open.
“I want to take my time with you, you’re so damn beautiful; you’re perfect. Have you any idea how perfect you are?”
    He eased into her, very slowly, watching the expression in her eyes as he pushed her lips apart and stretched her open, bit by bit in exquisite pleasure as he started to fill her again, going deeper and deeper until she could take no more, and he began fucking her slowly, sensually.
    With him inside of her, she felt complete, in a way she had never felt before, driving her to a level of arousal she had never experienced before.
    His fucking turned gradually into a faster, more urgent pace as he pinned her arms above her head and she broke into cries as he drove her to orgasm, a sheen of sweat covering his chest, pinning her to the bed with his final thrusts as he exploded inside of her.
    Laying on top of her, covering her chest, his arms holding her, he breathed deeply.
    “You’ve drained me love.”
    He wiped the hair from her