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make you happier." He almost begged.
                She replied by lifting her knees and opening her lower lips with her fingers where he could see her moist opening.
                He dropped to the pallet and dipped his face between her thighs. The first rough swipe of his mouth and tongue made her cry out, and he chuckled. Taking her hand away from her entrance, he pressed it to the blanket.
                "Let me be the one to pleasure you."
                "Please. Yes."
                He lowered his face again, digging his tongue into her channel and licking the cream that had gathered within. His moan of pleasure vibrated against her sensitive skin, and she gasped.
                "More! Do more!"
                "Yes. There will be more," he murmured. His breath was a hot puff of air across her belly. Despite the chilly air, she was beginning to perspire from her own internal heat.
                Reaching down, she grasped a double handful of his hair, and tugged. Pulling his face harder into her, silently demanding he bring her greater pleasure. Laughing, he teethed both swollen lower lips, then took her clit into his mouth to suckle it.
                Pleasure rushed through her, setting her on fire. She kicked and jerked, but he kept her hips pressed down and legs separated so he could get his fill of her. His mouth made slurping sounds as spike after spike of raw hunger rose within her.
                Unexpectedly, the sensations ceased between her thighs. Emmala gasped for air as sweat rolled down her face and sides. Her hands felt swollen, her fingers thick and difficult to bend.
                Heat crawled over her mound, leaving a trail of kisses over her abdomen and belly. Slowly, inexorably, he crawled up her body, his mouth tasting her, teeth gliding across her smooth skin. When he reached her breasts, a vast thickness plunged between her thighs. Panting, she arched her neck at the invasion, until his burning mouth closed over a nipple and tugged.
                His blistering erection pulsed between her knees. His wide chest and belly scorched her own belly and thighs. So much heat. So much fire coursing through her veins. The pallet beneath her was soaked.
                He released her nipple, adjusted himself, and took her other one. Swallowing it. Sucking it and her breast far into his mouth. His lips and tongue were relentless on her flesh. Then he lightly gnawed on the taut protuberance.       
                Emmala threw her arms around his neck, pressing his face hard against her breast. Lifting herself off the pallet in a silent plea to devour her. He nipped harder, and she jerked. Chuckling, he released her breast with a wet pop, and moved further over her.
                The thickness pushed further between her lower lips. Pressed deeper, into her, inside her, driving but not thrusting, entering her dark cavern without hesitation. Her fingers dug into the pallet, nails nearly tearing the fabric. Her cries reverberated off the rock walls, but he didn't stop, he didn't slow. His hard shaft of flesh pulled back, almost withdrawing completely, only to thrust into her, shoving himself deeper and harder within her own wet chamber.
                Her hips bucked, and he laughed with pleasure. He rode her, possessed her, and she strained toward her completion. When it came, her moans loudly echoed around them. Her arms flailed, her hands hitting him about his shoulders. Her body closed around his erection, trapping him inside her body like a vise of flesh. He struggled to continue ramming himself inside her, but she was shutting him out, pushing him out.
                Withdrawing, he nuzzled her neck and rolled onto his side where he rested. Sound came back to her. Reality returned. She grew aware of the deepening sunlight streaming through the cave