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all it took. She couldn’t get enough of it.
    They separated for air, but his lips remained on her. The tip of his tongue sliced across the vein on her neck and he sucked at her flesh. Each delicious stroke of his tongue had her shuddering in wanton longing.
    He bared her breasts, pushing the straps of her dress down her shoulders. She hissed when his lips closed in on her nipple. His body held her firm to the wall as he bent to suckle.
    “Jayson,” she moaned.
    A low growl rumbled in his throat in answer.
    He kneaded a globe in his hand and skillfully teased the nipples and areolas until they were taut. Her pussy clenched in exquisite pleasure as he took a wet tongue to the other breast. He suckled hungrily on her, and she propped her back against the wall. It was the only think she could do to hold herself up, as her legs became weak from Jayson’s licks of torture.
    He made her turn around and placed her palms against the glass. She turned to protest, but he kissed her lips. The sound of her zipper being undone joined with the sound of their synchronized heavy breathing. Her dress slipped down her hips and fell to the floor at her feet. His hot roving tongue traced the crook of her neck.
    Her eyelids fluttered closed as he found the area where he’d nipped her so long ago. The mark that almost was…
    A whimper escaped her lips as he gave the spot his full attention. Over the years, his mark had faded, but from the jolts of pleasure shooting from the area down her back and spine, she could tell there was something still there.
    “It pleases me to know that you’re still unclaimed,” he whispered against her shoulder.
    “I bet it does.” She pressed her forehead against the cold glass, and her heated breath fogged it.
    Jayson traced the edges of her lace panties, slipping under the fabric. His fingers brushed against the lips of her pussy. Heavenly sensations washed through her and she bit her bottom lip to keep from uttering another cry. He parted her, stroking her clit and sending her nerves in frenzy. All the while, he teased the unfinished mark on her neck.
    He pushed two fingers up into her and pumped. The other hand played with her nipples. She pressed her ass against his erection and reminisced on the way he used to fuck her. There had never been another man who could bring her to completion so proficiently.
    Before long, he’d worked her so well that she trembled against him reaching climax in his embrace.
    Arianna turned around, barely able to stand, to find his finger between his lips. The sight of it turned her on. Perhaps it was the alcohol still in her system or maybe she was just drunk off her own climax. She reached between them and tore his zipper open. In only seconds, his cock was free of the confines of his jeans and boxer briefs. When she caught a glance of nothing but nine and a half inches of rock hard muscle, she knew she wouldn’t be able to resist him.
    Her fingers curled around the hot rigid column of arousal. She forced him back until his legs hit the back of the couch, and bent on her knees to admire him.
    He lifted his head to the ceiling and moaned as she took care in caressing every inch of him. She remembered every vivid detail. The way the head plumped like a ripe berry when he was extremely aroused. The way the blood rushed against the veins and pulsed against her fingers. Even down to the taste of his pre-cum. Many nights, this same vivid picture had brought her to climax when she pleasured herself.
    She tightened her palm around him, causing a clear drop of semen to escape the tip. Her tongue instinctively ran across her lips before she licked up the sweet drop, dipping inside the delicate slit for more. It would only take minutes, and she could have him on the verge of climax. Or she could draw out his release to drive him crazy. She knew all too well how to send Jayson over the edge.
    Arianna dragged her tongue against the vein leading up the bulbous tip and took him inside