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her butt arching as she ground along his length, the long strokes encouraging him. Thank God for the delicious little thong, or he’d already be so deep inside her she wouldn’t know where he ended and she began.
    Her body bucked again, so fucking responsive to every touch. He moved backward, sliding down her body and kissing across the smooth plane of her stomach. His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth when he neared the yellow lace drenched with her moisture. He couldn’t wait to peel it off and reveal the sweet, pink labia beneath. She would be perfect there, just like everywhere else.
    Hooking his thumbs into the sides of the thong, he tugged it down and appreciated the view. Curls of red waited for him, and he grinned. Her auburn hair was a truer red than he’d realized, and it tickled him. The fabric came away, and all he saw was her glistening arousal and his control shattered.
    Glancing up the length of her, he found her dark eyes watching him. She rested on her elbows, tousled hair having come loose to spread around her, like a goddess at rest, and he was the acolyte being given his chance to worship. He dragged the thong down her legs, and she lifted them obediently so he could tug the scrap of fabric away. Her silk stockings, he left.
    He smoothed his hands up one leg and then the other. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. Nudging her thighs wide, he placed his palm on the hot, moist mound. His cock shuddered, and he felt precum on the tip as it vibrated in anticipation.
    He grazed over her clit, and she bucked when he stroked the bundle of nerves. His pleasure grew at her unabashed response, the way her head tilted back, her gasps for air, her breasts arching upward. He rolled the little nub once more, thrilling at the clench of her thighs and the jerk of her abdominals. Using two fingers, he spread her pussy lips wide and watched until she looked at him again.
    A question sparked in amongst the arousal, but he waited and, when she seemed focused, he leaned in and licked her. One long, luscious lick from the top to the bottom. The sweet flavor exploded in his mouth, and he craved more. She let loose a long moan. The lust surging in his veins exploded, clawing through him as he slipped his tongue into her damp entrance and then back again to nuzzle her clit.
    Hard gasps rocked the bed above him, but he firmed his grip on her legs, holding her steady. He swirled his tongue over her clit, and fresh moisture squeezed from her. She was so close. Her thighs clenched, and only his grip kept her from clamping down on his head. Her bottom rolled on the bed, and her moans grew louder. He eased one finger into the slick channel and nearly wet himself at the hungry squeeze of her inner muscles. When her body bowed, he took her clit with his teeth and groaned low, sending the vibrations through her.
    A low cry and hard tension locked her body, and her orgasm rocked through her. Her inner muscles clamped down on his finger. He continued to lavish her clit, soaking up her responsiveness until she was ready, and he pushed a second finger in to join the first, stretching the tight, quivering walls. It took time and effort to work the full length of both fingers in and out. Curving them, he stroked the upper wall until her sharp cry pierced the air, and he petted her through the pleasure. Only when her bucks became little quakes did he press a butterfly kiss to each thigh.
    Easing free, he wiped his hand on the bed cover and reached for a condom. Her body was warm and loose, and she reached for him. He’d like to take his time, he wanted to spend lazy hours bringing her to orgasm again and again, but his body demanded more, and he wanted to sink into her.
    Prowling up the bed and settling into the cradle of her thighs, Tony fought to catch his breath. Zip’s lazy smile grew, and she took his cock in her gentle grasp. If possible, he hardened further at her light touch. She guided him to her entrance, and they