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gulped, did as he ordered, and he buried his lips in her
curls.
    “Ah, you smell so good. I’m going to wear your honey scent
for days after I eat you. You know that?”
    “Oh yes, please!” She put her hands to his shoulders to
support herself. “I want to smell myself on you.”
    “Christ, what a cat you are.” He hummed as he fingered her
labia open. “You have the plumpest lips. I’m going to suck them hard and make
them flood for me.”
    “Hurry!” Her legs began to buckle.
    “I’ve got you, Shana, baby.” He backed her up to the cool
wall, rolled open her labia and sent his tongue inside in one sweep of her
clit. “Swollen for me, isn’t it?”
    She quivered.
    He clutched one thigh. “Open wider for me.”
    She complied. “I can’t stand.”
    “‘Course you can, cuz I’m having you this way.” And did he.
With dexterous care, he held her lips open to his seeking tongue. Darting
around her clit, he flicked her nub with butterfly whisks then licked the tip
as she ground her teeth, her arms bracketed against the wall, her hips tilted
to his mouth. He sent one thick finger up inside her cunt. Growling, he curled
it inside her as he laved one lip, sucking up her juices, and moved to bathe
the other with his ministrations.
    “I’m going to come, Chet. Don’t want to…without you.”
    He paused and spoke against her lower belly. “Hold on,
honey. There’s more to come. Feel this.”
    She bit her lip and whimpered as he shot another finger up
inside her and stroked a fiercely needy spot.
    “Hot baby,” he crooned as he kissed her clit. “Want a piece
of me?”
    “Yes!” she demanded, thinking he meant to let her lie down
and fuck her to her heart’s delight. But instead, he rose, his lips coated with
her essence, and kissed her as he began to tear off his clothes and toe off his
shoes. She’d felt the power of his arms, and the strength of his embrace.
Standing against him there, she rubbed herself across his naked torso as she
helped him work at his belt buckle and jeans. “How?”
    He cupped her face and spoke on her mouth. “Ever sucked a
man?”
    Her expression of wonder must have answered for her.
    “Can I?” Her fingers found his steely cock and thrilled to
his length and his heat.
    “I’m yours,” he whispered.
    She sank to her knees. He was beautiful. Huge. His bluish
head dripping pre-cum. She wrapped her hand around him. Even in her dreams, she’d
never had the imagination to plan loving him like this. God knew she didn’t
have the experience. Only instinct.
    So she went with it. Sinking her mouth over his thick penis,
she tasted his silken skin and smelled his desire. Her channel throbbed and her
thighs became drenched in her own fluid delight. She pulled away then ran her
tongue along the length of his shaft. She heard him grunt, felt him brace
himself against the wall with one hand, the other to her hair.
    “More, baby. Do it to me again.”
    Knowing now that he loved it, she began a rhythmic caress of
her tongue along his length and shifted to take the whole of him into her
mouth. Listening to him growl, she wiggled closer to him and took him with sure
pressure until he caught her under her arms and lifted her. “No more. You’re
too good. You’re gonna make me come.”
    She laughed in triumph.
    He caught her to him, twirled and laid her on his bed. “Hold
that pose.” He rose and went through one door, opened what sounded like a
cabinet and came back with a box of condoms. Tearing at the seal on the new
box, he dumped them out on the floor. Bending, he grabbed one, ripped it open
and rolled it on in two deft strokes. He climbed back up to hover over her,
just like in her dreams of him, and his cock nestled near her ravenous pussy.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him and whispered how she needed him. “Now,
Chet.”
    He sank inside her in one long, searing glide. She thrashed
her head at the size of him.
    “You are so wonderful,” she praised him, awed that