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sensation of mouth on base skin was toe curling. He gave each nipple equal attention. He looked up at her. She saw the desire in his eyes, and he must have seen the same in hers, because he dipped his head and worked his way lower.
    She felt desire curling in her stomach as he reached down to remove her panties. Once he was done, he stood at the foot of the bed, staring enigmatically at her. She spread her legs to give him a better view and better access. He stared, pushing down his boxers, letting his erection spring free. It was an impressive sight in both girth and length. Her first thought was if she could accommodate him. Her next thought was that she’d give anything to find out.
    He crawled back into bed, settling between her legs, spreading her folds and going to work with his tongue. He licked up and down each side of her clit. She moaned and tried to manoeuvre her lower body to get him to lick where she wanted him to, but he just laughed. She could feel the puff of laughter against her private parts, and she moaned. He hesitated.
    “Don’t you dare stop,” she threatened.
    He laughed again and resumed his activities, moving lower to the entrance to her pussy. First he rimmed it with his tongue, tasting her arousal that was leaking out of her. Then she almost shot up off the bed when he stuck his tongue inside her. He mimicked the sex act, flicking his tongue in and out of her. Then he replaced his tongue with one large finger. She groaned and clamped down on it with her pussy. He wiggled it and then pulled it out. Before she could react, he was pushing two fingers back inside her and his tongue had moved again. While he fucked her with his fingers, he licked her clit. Once. Twice. She moaned, fluid leaking out of her as she felt the flutters begin. Then her pussy started convulsing. He curled his fingers toward the front of her pussy, rubbing hard on her G-spot while sucking hard on her clit. She had to stuff her hand in her mouth to keep from screaming her release.
    He moved up her body, massaging her lightly, soothing her as the remnants of her orgasm still fluttered through her. When he was face-to-face with her, he kissed her lightly and then, looking straight into her eyes, he pushed his cock into her pussy. She wrapped her legs around his hips, trying to make him go faster, but she couldn’t budge him. Slowly, inch by inch, he entered her, until he was all the way inside and they were fully joined. She had never felt so full, so stretched, so desperate to be fucked. She started moving her hips again. He chuckled and started slow, measured strokes out and back in, out and back in, gradually picking up speed. She could feel another climax building. She tried to urge him faster, deeper. He grasped her legs and put them over his shoulders so he could go deeper inside her. She grasped the bedclothes beside her, gathering them in her grasping fingers as she felt her orgasm get closer. Without warning, she felt it rippling through her. Her body arched, and her pussy clamped down on his cock, milking it as he pounded into her. Suddenly he went still between her thighs, his cock buried deep in her. Then she could feel his hot cum shooting deep into her pussy as he grinded his pelvis against her, rubbing her tender clit with his pelvic bone, causing new shudders to run through her like a series of aftershocks.
    When he was spent, he collapsed, careful to keep most of his weight off her.
    “I’m sorry,” he began, and she started to die a little inside. “I’m sorry, I should have used a condom. But I swear to you, I’m clean. I had a physical last month and haven’t been with anyone since.”
    She relaxed. “It’s okay. I’m on the pill. I have the most erratic periods otherwise.”
    He relaxed, too, moving to his side. He pulled her close and she rested her head on his shoulder. In moments, they were both asleep.

Chapter Eight
     
    It was the heavy arm across her back that woke her up. She found herself