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into the room and did a graceful turnabout. A few more steps, and I was at his side. I stood before him, legs slightly apart, and ran my fingers down my cleavage. I felt my nipples perking up and knew from my time in the dressing room that they would be peeking out the slits of the bra cups. I followed Mark’s eyes and saw that I was correct.
    He slid out of the bed and stood next to me, putting his hands on my shoulders. He held me at arm’s length. His eyes were still wide as quarters, and I could see they were filled with desire. His gaze met mine, then traveled down the length of my body, and back to my face. “Jen,” he said softly, and drew me to him, covering my mouth with his as he kissed me with a passion I hadn’t felt from him in years. His eyes were open, looking at me as if he was afraid the vision might vanish if he closed them.
    Mark grasped the back of my head with one hand and pressed the other to my back, pinning me against his chest. His tongue pushed deep into my mouth, and I could taste the sweetness of the tea. He closed his eyes and let out a sound that was a cross between a cry and a moan. He brought both of his hands up to my cheeks as he alternately bit and sucked my lips, moving his tongue over my mouth as if he wanted to consume me.
    We were both trembling, and I felt a bit unsteady in my heels, but I leaned into him for support and knew he wouldn’t let me fall.  
    Mark’s hands moved from my face to my shoulders, pushing the straps of the nightie down my arms, and it fell in a heap at my feet. Never taking his mouth off my lips, he took my breasts in his hands, playing with my nipples then reaching behind me to unclasp the bra. He just about tore it off as he brought his hands forward, pushing my breasts together. His fingers roamed over them, squeezing gently, then harder.
    My heart was pounding, my chest heaving, and my pussy juicing. I was overcome with an intense pull in my abdomen. That part of my body ached with desire to be touched, squeezed, pulled, and devoured.
    I took one of Mark’s hands and nudged it down my belly. His fingers glided over the tiny triangle of my thong, and when he pressed his fingertip between my legs, it slipped right through the slit in the fabric into the wet folds of my pussy. He stepped back, as if in wonder at how he could feel me, flesh to flesh, through the tiny panty. A huge grin came over his face when he realized he’d stumbled upon a secret passageway, and he pushed his finger deep into me with such force that he almost lifted me up with the thrust.
    I gasped with as much delight as surprise. I grabbed onto his shoulders and bent my knees slightly to keep myself steady as Mark put in two, then three, fingers. As he moved them in and out, I felt my insides responding by contracting and expanding in response to the motion. I could feel the drops of my passion splattering against my thighs as his hand slapped against my pussy, pushing his fingers in deeper and deeper.  
    I pressed my mound into his hand. His thumb twirled over my clit, and I had to prop myself against him because my knees went weak as the contractions began at my core and traveled down my canal. I felt a gush of liquid spring forth from within me, and I fell to my knees.
    Mark stood before me with wonderment written all over his face. He looked at the pool of liquid in the palm of the hand he’d pulled from inside me. “Jen, my God, did you pee on me?”
    I shook my head. “No, that’s my love juice. Go ahead, drink it, because I’m going to taste yours right now.”
    Still on my knees before him, I reached up and pulled his boxers to the floor. His engorged manhood was a beautiful sight, standing up straight and proud. I couldn’t wait to taste it.
    I took his scrotum gently in one hand and began to massage his balls while I steered his shaft toward my mouth with the other. The tip was dripping with his clear liquid, and I licked it clean. Oh, the sweetness of that nectar! I