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navel, watching her muscles go taut with each inch he traversed.
She caught her breath on a low sob as if she were trying not to cry out and then, “Vlad, please…” She moaned.
“Please, what little cat?” His tongue and lips were right there, almost there, teasing the skin of her thighs making little forays onto and under the lace that covered her mound.
“Is there something I can do for you?” He replaced his lips with his hand and reached back up to cover her lips with his own. When her mouth was swollen and red from his kisses, he whispered in her ear.
“Tell me what you want.” It was a demand.
She tossed her head on the pillow, and her skin was hot and ultra-responsive to his touch.
“You know, what I want. Please.” She tormented him with her panting plea.
His fingers scraped along the thin fabric of her thong right at her center, and she bucked upward in reaction.
“Yes, ah, yes, there, yes.” She gasped.
His fingers moved inside the lace, unerringly finding the heart of her, hidden between the wet folds of soft skin.
On a moan, she reared upward again, and his fingers went deeper. She groaned, eyes wide and unfocused on his before she squeezed them shut and shuddered. She pushed into his hand sobbing and climaxing instantly as she poured her silky essence over his fingers.
He had never been with a woman so responsive. She made him feel like a god. He had to be inside of her, now. He couldn’t, wouldn’t wait another second.
He yanked himself free of his jeans, his erection so large it scraped along the zipper in his haste. He cursed.
The head of him was at her entrance when he felt her hands at his shoulders.
“Vlad, wait.”
His jaw hardened with the effort it took to simply stay motionless for a moment.
He looked into her witch’s eyes.
“I…I’m not protected. Do you, can you?”
He was stunned. How could he have forgotten something he had never, ever, in his many years as a sexually active man, once neglected? Slowly he came back to himself. He could feel his face flush.
He reached into the nightstand and found a condom.
Sabrina extended her hand toward his pulsing cock.
“If you want…I can try to…let me,” she offered.
“Nyet,” he ordered, all but pushing her hand away. He took a breath. “That won’t be necessary.”
Breathing deep, trying to maintain a semblance of control, he slid the protection on in one practiced motion and looked down to see Sabrina: pale skin rosy from their lovemaking, her eyes as luminous as the moon outside. Unable to resist, he ran his thumb along her bottom lip and then each reddened nipple in turn.
Her eyes closed on a keening sigh.
She lay before him like a banquet, tight in the grip of her own need.
“Where were we?” he murmured.
His fingers skidded down the smoothness of her belly to her navel and then into her slick entrance. There was no way he could wait any longer. He parted her knees and positioned himself in one efficient motion.
“Now.”
He nudged into her snug welcome, feeling her heat.
Sabrina’s legs opened further to clasp around his waist. He pushed deeper and she buried a harsh cry into his neck. Something about her voice had him checking his motion. He looked down into her face. “I’ve hurt you?”
“Mmmm, no,” she responded quickly, biting her lip. Her face reddened, and then she looked straight into his eyes as she urged him on and in with the tight clasp of her legs.
Vlad had to save the puzzle of that for later when his brain could comprehend more than the driving demand of his body. He pulled out slightly, trying for a measured rhythm but it was no good. He wanted to savor. But that would have to be next time. Sabrina’s little panting breaths, the feel of her breasts crushed against his chest, all served to power him forward and as his pace quickened, he heard her voice gasp into his neck, “More, more,” until they both came in an exhilarating rush.
They slept. He startled awake
She caught her breath on a low sob as if she were trying not to cry out and then, “Vlad, please…” She moaned.
“Please, what little cat?” His tongue and lips were right there, almost there, teasing the skin of her thighs making little forays onto and under the lace that covered her mound.
“Is there something I can do for you?” He replaced his lips with his hand and reached back up to cover her lips with his own. When her mouth was swollen and red from his kisses, he whispered in her ear.
“Tell me what you want.” It was a demand.
She tossed her head on the pillow, and her skin was hot and ultra-responsive to his touch.
“You know, what I want. Please.” She tormented him with her panting plea.
His fingers scraped along the thin fabric of her thong right at her center, and she bucked upward in reaction.
“Yes, ah, yes, there, yes.” She gasped.
His fingers moved inside the lace, unerringly finding the heart of her, hidden between the wet folds of soft skin.
On a moan, she reared upward again, and his fingers went deeper. She groaned, eyes wide and unfocused on his before she squeezed them shut and shuddered. She pushed into his hand sobbing and climaxing instantly as she poured her silky essence over his fingers.
He had never been with a woman so responsive. She made him feel like a god. He had to be inside of her, now. He couldn’t, wouldn’t wait another second.
He yanked himself free of his jeans, his erection so large it scraped along the zipper in his haste. He cursed.
The head of him was at her entrance when he felt her hands at his shoulders.
“Vlad, wait.”
His jaw hardened with the effort it took to simply stay motionless for a moment.
He looked into her witch’s eyes.
“I…I’m not protected. Do you, can you?”
He was stunned. How could he have forgotten something he had never, ever, in his many years as a sexually active man, once neglected? Slowly he came back to himself. He could feel his face flush.
He reached into the nightstand and found a condom.
Sabrina extended her hand toward his pulsing cock.
“If you want…I can try to…let me,” she offered.
“Nyet,” he ordered, all but pushing her hand away. He took a breath. “That won’t be necessary.”
Breathing deep, trying to maintain a semblance of control, he slid the protection on in one practiced motion and looked down to see Sabrina: pale skin rosy from their lovemaking, her eyes as luminous as the moon outside. Unable to resist, he ran his thumb along her bottom lip and then each reddened nipple in turn.
Her eyes closed on a keening sigh.
She lay before him like a banquet, tight in the grip of her own need.
“Where were we?” he murmured.
His fingers skidded down the smoothness of her belly to her navel and then into her slick entrance. There was no way he could wait any longer. He parted her knees and positioned himself in one efficient motion.
“Now.”
He nudged into her snug welcome, feeling her heat.
Sabrina’s legs opened further to clasp around his waist. He pushed deeper and she buried a harsh cry into his neck. Something about her voice had him checking his motion. He looked down into her face. “I’ve hurt you?”
“Mmmm, no,” she responded quickly, biting her lip. Her face reddened, and then she looked straight into his eyes as she urged him on and in with the tight clasp of her legs.
Vlad had to save the puzzle of that for later when his brain could comprehend more than the driving demand of his body. He pulled out slightly, trying for a measured rhythm but it was no good. He wanted to savor. But that would have to be next time. Sabrina’s little panting breaths, the feel of her breasts crushed against his chest, all served to power him forward and as his pace quickened, he heard her voice gasp into his neck, “More, more,” until they both came in an exhilarating rush.
They slept. He startled awake
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