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warmth of desire spreading through her body like a fire. Her heart was racing uncontrollably in her chest as tingles of pleasure radiated from her core to every extremity of her body. She had never felt a sensation of passion so strongly. She was quickly losing the ability to think about anything else besides how badly she wanted Drew. How badly she needed him. An overwhelming sense of hunger overtook her, and she reached for the hem of Drew’s t-shirt. She pulled the shirt up and over his head and tossed it to the ground behind them. Then she reached to pull her own cotton t-shirt up and over her head, throwing it aside as well. She never wore a bra to bed, so they were both bare-chested now, and Hope pressed her full, throbbing breasts against Drew’s broad, strong chest.
    He moaned as her hard, alert nipples poked against his skin. Then he slid down so that his face was even with her breasts. He covered her right nipple with his hot mouth, letting his tongue massage the hard nub before using his teeth to chew it. He bit down gently at first, then slowly increased the pressure until he was sending delightful shivers of pleasurable pain up and down Hope’s back.
    He moved his mouth to pay attention to the left breast, and as he did he slid one of his hands down into Hope’s soft pajama pants. He cupped her soft mound with his large palm, and then slid his fingers down until they found her entrance, which was dripping wet with the desire for him. He slid two of his giant fingers into her at once, and Hope’s eyes flew open momentarily with surprise. If his fingers were this big, and felt this amazing, she could only imagine what his dick felt like. He stroked back and forth against her inner walls as he continued to alternate between her breasts with his mouth. She writhed underneath his touch, softly whispering out his name and begging for more with pleading whispers. The pressure at her core was building to an overwhelmingly intense level, and the fire burning inside of Hope made it so she could barely breathe. With just his fingers and his tongue, Drew was taking her to the very edge of ecstasy, and she was about to tumble over the edge.
    Everything in the room seemed to disappear. All Hope could focus on was the sensation of Drew’s lips against her tingling breasts, and his fingers inside her body. Hot liquid of desire spilled out from her and over his hand, letting him know she wanted him. She needed him.
    She panted and tried to steady her breathing. She tried to regain a little bit of control, but it was no use. The pressure had reached a breaking point, and with a long, low moan, she finally gave in to it. Waves of the most intense, tingling passion shot through her body with unforgiving intensity. Hope thrashed and writhed about, but Drew kept his hand firmly inside of her, drawing out every last spasm as her body was swept into the flood of pleasure he had created. For several long, intense moments, Hope completely lost herself to the sensation. When the swells of pleasure finally slowed, Hope lay limp in Drew’s arms. She was spent, but happy.
    Drew slid his hand out of her and wriggled up the bed so that his face was once again even with Hope’s face. He gently kissed her nose, then nuzzled it with his own nose.
    Hope smiled. “You’re amazing,” she said.
    Drew’s smile deepened. “You’re amazing,” he whispered back, his voice husky and rough with emotion. “I’m sorry. I know we were supposed to be taking things slowly, and that was maybe a little fast. But you’re so goddamn beautiful and the moment just seemed so perfect.”
    Hope took a deep breath and shook her head slightly. “Screw slow,” she said. “The night is young, and we’re just getting started.”
    Then, with quick deliberate movements, she pushed Drew onto his back and climbed on top of him so that her legs straddled his hips. From this angle, she could clearly feel his erection poking up, stiff and strong. He was huge,