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not perfect. A white scar like a burst star puckered the flesh of his right shoulder. Another, long and jagged, stretched beneath his ribs. But she barely spared these a glance. Her attention was fully taken by his cock. Powerfully and magnificently erect against his flat belly, it was something to drive her mad, but she did not let herself hesitate. She laid her hands on his hips. He lifted them for her, allowing her to pull his breeches down. She leaned forward to finish the task and remove them completely. As she did, her cheek brushed his erection and she had to moan again. But at last his legs were free and he sprawled fully naked on the sofa.
    “Very good, Jane.” Thomas smiled indolently as his eyes raked her over. She was sure he saw how she shook and how flushed her skin had grown, but this only made his eyes shine that much brighter. “You please me very much. But you were careless and inattentive in your duties earlier. For that, you shall kiss my cock.”
    Jane stared at him. She had heard of women putting their mouths to men’s cocks, but never imagined herself doing such a thing. Certainly her husband had never asked such a thing of her. But now that the idea had been put before her she wanted very much to try it. Her tongue actually darted out and licked her lips.
    She straddled the couch again and ran her hands up his thighs, around his hips, and underneath to grip his ass. She bent forward and inhaled his scent of sweat and musk. Not sure what to do, she touched her lips to his hot shaft. That light contact held a shocking intensity and she sighed as she ran her mouth up and down his length, seeking to explore both his cock and the new feelings this intimate, wicked kiss awoke in her blood. His heart beat underneath his skin, under her mouth, she could feel it. He was so hot, so strong. She licked his smooth, damp tip, tasting his salt. That too was good. She slid closer, rubbing her damp folds against the velvet sofa even as she tightened her fingers on his hard ass.
    “Swallow it, Jane,” he ordered. “Suck on it.”
    Yes. Yes. That was exactly what she wanted. Jane opened her mouth and took him inside. His shaft filled her mouth. She wanted this, wanted him inside her in all ways he could be.
    “Ah!” Thomas’s gasp lit a fresh fire in her. Power. She had power, to give him pleasure, to undo him as he undid her. And oh, he felt so good filling her mouth. She could lick him all she wished to now, running her tongue up and down, as his hands stroked her back and the sides of her breasts.
    “That’s it, Jane.” He knotted his fingers into her hair. “Suck it hard!”
    The blunt tip stroked the roof of her mouth and that felt unexpectedly delightful. She wanted more. She wanted him to fuck her mouth as his fingers had fucked her pussy. Of its own volition, her head began to move up and down, a rhythm that caused her tight, heavy breasts to swing and rocked her pussy against the plush sofa, bringing her fresh, searing pleasure as her folds stroked against the velvet. She wanted it faster, she wanted it harder. She dug her fingers into his ass, urging him forward, begging him with mouth and hands to give her all of him.
    Then, with a wordless cry, he pushed her back, so she fell against the other arm of the sofa. She stared at him as he reared over her, his long, thick cock swollen and shining from her attentions.
    “Oh, you greedy thing!” he gasped. “Shameless, greedy wanton!”
    He was on top of her, sparing her none of his weight, but she wanted no sparing. His mouth fastened on hers and his tongue delved into her. She felt his cock press into her folds and she arched underneath him. He reared back, his hands planted against the sofa arm on either side of her head. He poised there, the tip of his cock resting against her entrance, his eyes staring into hers. She saw wildness and darkness, delight and sorrow all swirled together with a world of memories and emotion she could not understand.