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He gasped and kissed her strongly. She tugged at the sweater – which was still binding his shoulders – making him bend backwards slightly. It made her feel powerful to have this control over him. She leaned forward and kissed him on the side of the neck – biting him softly like a vampire. He pulled her close, wrapping his legs around hers, so that their pelvises were touching. They were going to fuck each other here in the kitchen, she was sure of it. He moaned – deep and throaty – and exhaled hard into her ear. 
    Sam unzipped his flies, then delved her hand inside and fished out his hard cock.
    “Sit down and let me ride you,” she said.
    Verlaine didn’t take his eyes off her as he stripped his sweater off his shoulders and threw it on the floor. Then – unbound – he reached back to grab a chair and lowered himself down, easing his jeans and boxers off as he sat. Sam pulled off her T-shirt, revealing her braless chest, and making Verlaine’s expression crumple with desire.
    She turned her back on him and glanced over her shoulder, throwing him a flirty grin. He’d already taken himself in-hand and was slowly massaging his hard cock between his fingers. Sam undid her jeans and pulled them halfway down, so Verlaine could see the top of her panties covering her ass.
    “Like the look of that?” she asked.
    “Come ‘ere,” he said. “I need to touch you.”
    She quickly removed her jeans, throwing them on the table. Then she strutted over to stand between his thighs. His hands instinctively grabbed her hips.
    “Fuck, you’re hot.”
    She smiled. “Thank you.”
    She bent at the waist, tipping her breasts in his face and sticking her ass out behind her. She felt strong and sexy, and she knew she was driving Verlaine wild.
    He licked her nipple then sucked it gently. Sam had been known to climax from this alone and, from the way her head was swirling now, today was possibly one of those days.
    But she wanted him to enjoy this, too. She pulled away and turned around so his face was level with her butt. She bent again, offering her ass to him. He reached up and eased her panties down at the back – then she felt his tongue lick between her buttocks, down over her rim, and into the back of her pussy. He reached his hand around and gently rubbed her clit through the moist cotton at the front of her panties, continuing to give her oral from behind.
    Sam’s knees buckle with the pleasure, so she stood straight then turned to face him. She glanced down and saw how desperately his cock wanted her – it was seeping with pre-cum and straining at full length.
    She pretended to be coy. “Do you want me to sit on your lap?”
    Verlaine grasped both her hips and gently tugged her towards him, kissing her stomach and fondling her ass. Sam panted hungrily, running her fingers through his curls. He raised his head and threw her a sizzling look as he peeled off her panties – slowly pulling them down until they dropped around her ankles. Sam kissed possessively down on him, then stepped to the side, so she could throw her leg over his lap as if she was mounting a motorcycle.
    She lowered herself down, so that the tip of his cock was inside her, then she slid herself all the way over him, relishing the amazing sensation of him filling her up. This was Sam’s favourite position, and she always came hard and fast from here. She wrapped her legs around his hips, then leaned forward and kissed Verlaine passionately, rocking herself and getting into a sensuous rhythm. Verlaine pulled her hips down and ground her pelvis into his, rubbing her clit on his pubic bone and her G-spot with his cock. His strong biceps bulged as his firm hands swayed her hips in a frantic rhythm, so Sam allowed him to take over and grind her into a frenzy. Time became heavy and reality started to warp. She panted, feeling her mind swim with wonderful dizziness, which suddenly exploded into an all-consuming orgasm that forced her to grin and groan,