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him, she realized he did.
    “ Jesus,
Charly,” he growled against her lips; his
hands  finally  left the arms of the
chair to tease her nipples. He tweaked each peak relentlessly as he
devoured her mouth; his cock pulsed against her hand as he ground
against her. Her pussy clenched in response, flooding with
cream.
    His mouth moved south and teased her
breasts through the fabric of her blouse, their labored breathing
the only sound in the room. She arched into him, one hand gripping
his cock, the other tangled in his hair.
    Then he lifted her, sweeping the crime
scene evidence from the table with one hand while he laid her out
with the other.
    The hard, slick surface of the table
was strangely sensuous against her back, the fan-driven air
tickling her dangling legs.
    “ A feast...” he mumbled as
his fingers fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. With a curse,
he gave up, grasped both sides of the garment and pulled, sending
buttons flying. He latched onto one lace-covered nipple with
hunger, his teeth nipping and suckling, one hand on the other
breast, the other fumbling with the tab of her shorts.
    Passion swept through her, the craving
so intense she shook in response to his caresses. An inferno of
desire fueled her response as she clutched him against her breasts
and wrapped her legs around his thighs.
    “ More...” she gasped, as he
lowered her zipper and dove beneath her panties, spearing her with
two fingers, making her bow against him in response. Her heart
stuttered in her chest as he delved deep, his thumb massaging her
clit, his teeth biting at her breast. His fingers found her G-spot
with unerring accuracy.
    She undulated against him, desperate
for more of his hands, his mouth, his skin. As her heartbeat
ratcheted up, a thin sheen of perspiration covered her
body.
    He stroked inside her forcefully as
his teeth closed on her nipple hard and she exploded, the walls of
her core clenching like a vise around his fingers. He gave her a
quick, reasonably satisfying peak, but she wanted it
all.
    Even as she quaked in the aftermath of
her orgasm, her fingers tightened around his cock through the
barrier of his shorts. “Want ... you in me ... now,” she
moaned.
    He grunted in response against her
breast. The vibrations rolled through her in a sensual wave that
lit her afire all over again, but then he pulled away, stripping
away her shorts and panties as he did.
    She lurched against him, bereft at the
loss of his mouth, his heat.
    He stood over her with a predatory
gaze, his body a taut wire of sexual need as he reached into his
back pocket and pulled out his wallet, extracting a condom, before
pushing his shorts to the floor. His eyes were locked on hers as he
cast his wallet aside and tore the cellophane open.
    She lunged up and took the rubber from
him, leaning forward for a long, savoring taste of his cock. He
filled her mouth; his taste flooded her senses until he was her
reality ... the long, strong length of him, the salty tang of
precum. She drowned in him, bobbing her head until she’d almost
swallowed him whole. She fisted him in one hand, gliding down his
length as she ate him up.
    She was vaguely aware of his hand
knotting in her hair, his guidance in her tempo almost a
non-entity. He pulled away from her, his face rigid with
need.
    He pushed her back against the table,
grabbed the condom from her fingers and sheathed himself in one
swift move. Then his cock was gliding against her clit,
obliterating rational thought.
    She ground against him, mindless in
her need, her back bowing against the hardwood of the table, her
pussy on fire.
    He pushed into her, and her hands
scrabbled against the table as he thrust hard and deep. She surged
against him, her body and mind crying out for the completion only
he could provide.
    The head of his cock dragged against
already sensitized tissues, and she moaned in response. Had
anything ever felt this good, this right?
    As he thrust into her and she arched
helplessly