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something, the
moment would be lost and she’d have to start all over later. She reached for
his tunic and pulled the material up until the waistband of his leggings was
exposed. The bulge was huge behind the criss-cross lacings, and Kerry felt
guilty she’d waited so long to do this. He must have been uncomfortable all
afternoon by the size of his hard-on. Slowly, she undid the tie and pulled the
lace through the eyelets until the material parted and his cock was free.
    Kerry dipped her hands in the
dishwater again. Fingers dripping hot sudsy water, she wrapped both hands
around his rigid length. Myghal groaned at her hot, slippery caress, and he
thrust his hips into her grip, his cock sliding back and forth with ease. His
hands went to her shoulders to hold them both steady
    Remembering what he’d done to her
at lunch and imagining what he must be feeling now stirred Kerry’s blood. As
her clit thrummed and desire coiled in her womb, she wished she could lead him
by the cock into her bed and let him drive that hard shaft into her. But she’d
promised to return the favor of a hand-job.
    She put one hand into the water
to re-lubricate. She entwined her fingers and folded her hands over his cock,
placing her thumbs on top. He thrust into her makeshift channel, and she moved
closer until the tip bumped into her belly.
    While
he pumped into her hands, Kerry’s hips matched his rhythm and her clit burned
for attention. Later, she told herself. This was just the beginning of a long,
passionate night ahead of them.
    His
hands slid off her shoulders, tugged the T-shirt up until her bra was exposed.
He dipped his fingers into the cups and scooped her breasts free. The touch of
his warm flesh on her nipples sent currents of electricity shooting through her
body. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations his touch intensified.
    Kerry wanted more, so much more.
She wanted to drop all their clothing, roll naked across her bed, entwining
their limbs until it would be difficult for anyone to tell where one left off
and the other began. She wanted him between her legs, deeply inside her, first
increasing the pleasurable ache that ravaged her, then relieving it in a burst
of heat that would spread from her center to her extremities.
    Myghal’s thumbs caressed her
nipples, and he bent his head to suckle one, tonguing it until the peak was
stiff and sensitized. His thumb took over, swirling in the wetness he’d left
behind, as he placed his lips around the other, his tongue flicking and
teasing.
    Kerry tossed back her head and
moaned. At the sound of her throaty expression of pleasure, Myghal’s hip
movements quickened into her hands. The soapy water had evaporated, but he
provided enough natural lubrication for his cock to easily glide in and out of
her hands.
    Kerry knew when he neared
release. His cock reached a higher degree of rigidity, and his thrusts were
frenzied and deep, as if he could reach her sex from this awkward angle and
through her layers of clothing. When he shuddered and his lips clamped tightly
around her nipple, Kerry felt the orgasm ripple through his body and an echoing
wave shuttled through her, too.
    Gasping,
Kerry put her arms around him, her hands slick with his semen, and held him
close. She’d never had anything like that happen to her before. It hadn’t been
a true orgasm because her clit still ached, but it had been a release of some
kind for her. A sympathy orgasm? She didn’t know what else to call it,
comparing it to the sympathy pains some men felt when their wives went into
labor.
    Their
bodies were so in tune with one another, she’d literally experienced his
pleasure. She couldn’t imagine what would happen once they actually joined
their bodies. They might explode. Or implode and take the universe with them,
sucking creation into the black hole they’d left behind. She hoped not. She had
a feeling she would want to fuck Myghal more than once.
    Myghal
released her nipple with a soft plop