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between her legs was noticeable as she tried not to clench them together.
She laid her body on his as she licked and sucked at his nipple. The feel of the heat from his body invading hers, from her breasts down to her core made her head spin. She slid her body over his, thrilling at the full body contact she’d never experienced before.
“Angel?”
She looked up and gave him a shaky smile. How did you explain to someone you thought you would live and die without ever experiencing what most women took for granted?
“I’m good.”
“Then my other nipple is feeling deprived.”
A naughty smile swept across her face before she bit it. She licked his nipple, and then blew on it. She loved how it got hard. She latched her mouth onto it and sucked, slowly rocking her needy core along the long length of his hot, thick cock.
Releasing his nipple with a small sigh, her tongue traced from the center of his chest downward, until she found herself smoothing his abs with her hands. His stomach was so flat, tight and hard. The feel of him under her hands was making the beat of her heart painful.
“You’re so handsome. Your body is made for magazines or film, not for me.”
“You’re wrong, Angel. I was made for you and you were made for me.”
“You don’t understand.”
“I do. I understand you have the generous breasts that will fit my hands perfectly. I can’t wait to take them in my mouth and suck them, lick them, and bite them.”
She moaned as more of her juices made their way down her thighs.
“I understand that one day you’ll lie on this bed, begging me to take my tongue and lick your juicy center. I understand that one day you’ll ride my cock, sitting on me with your hair flying behind you. I understand.”
Her cheeks burned with the pictures his words painted for her. She wanted all that more than anything.
She lowered her eyes and traced his abs with her tongue, counting each definition in her head. He was panting. The more she licked and kissed him, the faster his breathing hitched.
Sliding her hands to the edge of his pants, she traced the line where they met his body. Indecision lit her eyes. She wanted to be brave enough to command him to take them off, but the timid woman still lived inside of her and she couldn’t. Her head lowered in failure.
“Angel, would you like me to turn over?”
Why hadn’t she thought of that? “Yes. Turn over.”
She smiled as he turned over managing not to dislodge her from where she was sitting on him. Oh, sweet heaven. His back was almost as gorgeous as his chest. Who knew men could have such perfect definition in their backs?
Janis took her fingers and traced his neck, loving the feel of the thick column. Moving down, she traced his shoulders before leaning over to bury her nose in his shoulder, once again breathing in his smell.
“You smell so good, Nicolas.”
“Thank you, Angel.” The sweet fragrance of her heat had his fingers twitching to touch. Drawing his fingers in, he waited for her next move.
She took her time drawing a line down the center of his back with her fingers and following it with her lips and tongue. Then she caressed his shoulders, allowing her fingers to flow over them and knead into them.
Her fingers covered what could’ve been letters in some ancient Egyptian text.
“Did you get this tattoo after you came here?”
“Yes. I got it many years after we landed here.”
“How long have you been here?”
“Close to a hundred of your years.”
She stopped and coughed with her surprise. How old was he? She didn’t want to know when she was currently caressing his body. She’d ask later. For now, he was thirty, thirty-five, or even forty. All of these were numbers she could live with.
“What does it say?”
“The Created in our language.”
“The language of your planet?”
“The dominate language of my beast.”
“It’s beautiful. She traced her fingers over each letter, and then followed by using her
She laid her body on his as she licked and sucked at his nipple. The feel of the heat from his body invading hers, from her breasts down to her core made her head spin. She slid her body over his, thrilling at the full body contact she’d never experienced before.
“Angel?”
She looked up and gave him a shaky smile. How did you explain to someone you thought you would live and die without ever experiencing what most women took for granted?
“I’m good.”
“Then my other nipple is feeling deprived.”
A naughty smile swept across her face before she bit it. She licked his nipple, and then blew on it. She loved how it got hard. She latched her mouth onto it and sucked, slowly rocking her needy core along the long length of his hot, thick cock.
Releasing his nipple with a small sigh, her tongue traced from the center of his chest downward, until she found herself smoothing his abs with her hands. His stomach was so flat, tight and hard. The feel of him under her hands was making the beat of her heart painful.
“You’re so handsome. Your body is made for magazines or film, not for me.”
“You’re wrong, Angel. I was made for you and you were made for me.”
“You don’t understand.”
“I do. I understand you have the generous breasts that will fit my hands perfectly. I can’t wait to take them in my mouth and suck them, lick them, and bite them.”
She moaned as more of her juices made their way down her thighs.
“I understand that one day you’ll lie on this bed, begging me to take my tongue and lick your juicy center. I understand that one day you’ll ride my cock, sitting on me with your hair flying behind you. I understand.”
Her cheeks burned with the pictures his words painted for her. She wanted all that more than anything.
She lowered her eyes and traced his abs with her tongue, counting each definition in her head. He was panting. The more she licked and kissed him, the faster his breathing hitched.
Sliding her hands to the edge of his pants, she traced the line where they met his body. Indecision lit her eyes. She wanted to be brave enough to command him to take them off, but the timid woman still lived inside of her and she couldn’t. Her head lowered in failure.
“Angel, would you like me to turn over?”
Why hadn’t she thought of that? “Yes. Turn over.”
She smiled as he turned over managing not to dislodge her from where she was sitting on him. Oh, sweet heaven. His back was almost as gorgeous as his chest. Who knew men could have such perfect definition in their backs?
Janis took her fingers and traced his neck, loving the feel of the thick column. Moving down, she traced his shoulders before leaning over to bury her nose in his shoulder, once again breathing in his smell.
“You smell so good, Nicolas.”
“Thank you, Angel.” The sweet fragrance of her heat had his fingers twitching to touch. Drawing his fingers in, he waited for her next move.
She took her time drawing a line down the center of his back with her fingers and following it with her lips and tongue. Then she caressed his shoulders, allowing her fingers to flow over them and knead into them.
Her fingers covered what could’ve been letters in some ancient Egyptian text.
“Did you get this tattoo after you came here?”
“Yes. I got it many years after we landed here.”
“How long have you been here?”
“Close to a hundred of your years.”
She stopped and coughed with her surprise. How old was he? She didn’t want to know when she was currently caressing his body. She’d ask later. For now, he was thirty, thirty-five, or even forty. All of these were numbers she could live with.
“What does it say?”
“The Created in our language.”
“The language of your planet?”
“The dominate language of my beast.”
“It’s beautiful. She traced her fingers over each letter, and then followed by using her
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