by Thea Devine
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her hands flew shakily behind her neck to work the fastenings as best she could. While his tongue coaxed her and inflamed her with its wet erotic movements, her tense fingers ripped at the buttons, finally feeling them come apart —an ecstatic feeling —as she lowered her arms and began shrugging the sleeves off her shoulders.
First one sleeve and then the other, and the wretched undergarment, as she played with his insistent tongue and dueled with it. Then suddenly her breasts were bare, and she reacted to the cool night air against her hot skin. Her nipples hardened, and she arched her back artlessly as she wriggled out of the dress and underwear and tossed them across the room. She wore little else—just garters, stockings, and shoes, and she kicked the shoes across the room impatiently.
He stayed her hands as she reached for the garters, pulling his ardent mouth away from hers to gaze at her with his coal-dark implacable eyes.
"Deuce—" Her swollen lips formed his name in the air; her whole body yearned toward him.
"Tell me now, Kalida," he murmured, riveted by the sight of her taut-nippled breasts and the erotic dark stockings encasing her long strong legs. He envisioned those legs wrapped around him and her body beneath him, convulsing in blinding ecstasy. His hands lifted themselves from hers, and she whispered, "Touch me, Deuce. I need to feel your hands on me, all over me. . . ." Her words became an urgent command, compelling him, inviting him to enfold her in his arms, to take her avid lips and tongue once more, to feel her nakedness against him for all time.
He lay her back against his arm to support her, freely moving his left hand up and down her body, seeking out the tempting curves and the enticing heat of the root of her feminity, discovering anew the sleek lines of her hip and thigh, the luscious curve of her breasts and buttocks.
He felt her everywhere, with lingering, lavish caresses wherever she demanded by the delicious little sounds in the back of her throat. She quivered at his touch, writhing against his hands tantalizingly, lifting one sleek black-clad leg to angle it outward so that nothing would be denied his rapacious fingers.
Her sultry heated words goaded them both on. "Yes, do that; yes, more, yes again." Breathless sounds in the encroaching darkness that would soon swallow them up, surround them like a blanket.- Her insistent hands pulled at his remaining clothing, feeling the tight hard ridge of his elongated manhood prodding at its confinement, pulsating with its rock solid tumescence against her hand.
Their mouths crashed, open to each other, ravenous with tempestuous, uncontrollable feelings, sumptuous and consuming. And when his hand, gliding upward from its intimate caress of her velvet cleft, deliberately and incisively grazed her lush, rigid right nipple ?he groaned and swooned at the rush of pure molten feeling that flooded through her.
"Hold me there," she breathed through the haze of thick honey that enveloped her. And he held the tight hard nipple just so between his fingers, devouring with his smoky gray eyes that the picture that she made, lying naked in his arms, her long black-stockinged legs open to him, his fingers gently fondling her taut nipple while her hand pulled brazenly at his swollen manhood, yanking at the buttons that kept it bound tightly against his body.
And then the lamp dimmed and flickered out altogether. The darkness enfolded them, enhancing his wanton caresses, emboldening her to pull away the last barrier to his lusty manhood. Her hand audaciously grasped its hard strength and everything in him felt her strong, euphoric fingers. She held him tightly, and he held her just so she could feel the brief, exquisite glissade of his fingers on her nipple peak. His ferocious tongue settled
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against hers, demanding her, tasting her again and again, dizzyingly, until he released her and moved to her lips, her neck, and down still further to the swell of her breasts, where his sultry tongue replaced his sensitive fingers.
Her powerful response to his ravenous sucking drove everything from his mind but the need to possess her. Her body heaved against his, beckoning, beguiling him with her movements. His wet hot tongue surrounded the dazzling point of pleasure at the tip of her nipple, and thick gold poured through her veins, spreading outward and downward, melting into her feminine fount, becoming liquefied, shimmering.
She reached for him then, and with a sinuous movement, entwined herself around him, opening herself to him and luring him with her powerfully undulating hips.
He poised himself above her, regretfully removing his mouth from her luscious breast, and with one ferocious virile thrust, he plunged deep into her exquisitively moist, tight sheath.
Her femininity enfolded him, and the sense he felt of his possession of her took his breath away. He had waited for this moment the entire evening and he reveled in it. God, how he wanted her, how he had always wanted her. And in this moment of her quivering submission and voracious demand, he gave himself to her with total abandon.
She felt the turbulence in him as he rested deep and throbbing within her honeyed warmth. He filled her so tightly and completely that the whole elemental maleness of him encompassed her entire body. She held him tightly, her hose-clad legs wrapped around him, her hands gripping him, her mouth seeking the hot nectar of his. She wanted him to stay and she wanted him to move so she could feel every inch of the hard driving slide of his maleness stroking her; she loved his heated nakedness and the knowledge of what it could do to her. Her body
tensed, enjoying the thick elongated feel of him nestling within her, anticipating the lusty thrust of his firm hips.
He possessed her mouth as fully as he possessed her body. His insatiable tongue caressed every inch of it as he lay quiescent on her, savoring her moist readiness. And then he became aware of just the faintest impatient wriggle against his hips. Just the tiniest pressing undulation of her body. And then her urgent sigh, "Deuce . . ."
"Kalida . . ." He breathed against her mouth, every inch of his primitive maleness aching to plunge into her provocative femininity. And he waited, lavishing hot little licks all over her lips and tongue, her eyes and face; he thrust his tongue against hers again and again in the same torrid movement with which he would have propelled himself into her velvet core. He heard her moans of rampant need, and he slipped his right hand downward, to slide under her buttocks, to cushion her and lift her alluring femininity even more snugly against him. He felt as if he had, with that one sultry motion, pushed his massive rigidity even deeper into her wanton heat.
Her buttocks constricted in response, and her body surged with a telling demand. "Deuce . . ." She was begging now, ripe for his delectation, the thick nectar of her sex surrounding him, potent and tantalizing. Her shameless provocative movements tempted him, enchanted him. The unbridled longing in her voice enslaved him.
"Yes," he murmured, lifting her lower torso still harder against his male hips. The message was powerful and clear: He possessed her fully with his virile maleness, his caressing hands, his rapacious mouth.
She rocked against him fiercely, commanding him to move, to caress her satin core with long, sliding, opulent strokes. To find her secret center and arouse her ravenous desire.
He took her then, driving into her white hot passion
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with tempestuous lunges. There were no words for the blinding ecstasy of sensation that consumed them. Her legs slid down his sleek sweaty flanks to brace against the back of his knees so that she could open herself to him still more. Her sizzling gyrations matched the cadence of his thrusts, movement to movement, and each forceful drive sent shimmers of heat through her very core. She invited more, enticing him with her hunger, her ardor, her demand, tempting his lusty manhood with every torrid surge of her hips. She could not get enough of his bold, hard-driving masculinity.
And he was equally determined not to give in to her enticing blandishments. His vigorous thrusts gradually subsided into long, slow languorous strokes, which sent radiant tendrils of sensation riotin
g all over her body. She swiveled her hips against the molten lunge of his iron rod, seeking surcease and reaching for the incandescent glow of culmination.
His body tautened and tightened as her urgency compelled him. She twisted against him wildly as the glow heated up, and his hot thrusts stoked it and stroked it into a piercing, smouldering flame. Her voluptuous movements drew him with her, igniting his desire.
Her hands moved involuntarily all over him, feeling the planes of his back and shoulders, sliding and squeezing all over the curve of his buttocks, beguiled by the hard softness of his body and the contrast with hers. Her fevered body plunged in concert with his, pushing him to his limits. She knew it. She could feel the tenseness in him as her hands explored his nakedness. His heat seared her, arousing her still more. The lambent glow expanded slowly, luminously; her ripe femininity ground against his granite length violently as the glow deepened to red hot, blinding and brilliant.
Every sense in him answered her final need. He heaved his body upward for one final thick, hard potent thrust,
and a cascade of fire shot in a raging torrent through her veins.
There was silence. Pure pulsating mindless silence. His weight pleasured her, as did the feel of naked skin against naked skin. The still stiff maleness of him deep inside her. The slick wetness of his seed moistening her most secret place. She felt full and sated, her body lightweight, floating. She did not know if he were awake or asleep. She lay quiescent in the torrid silence.
A tickling sensation and a sense of warmth woke her. She became gradually aware that now he was lying naked next to her, his granite length rock hard and prodding her hips and thighs gently. She heard the sibilant sound of her name being whispered over and over, and felt the soft press of his lips against her ear and neck, the weight of his hairy muscular leg entwined with her black-sheathed limbs.
She shuddered with a palpable excitement as he awakened her with his sensual stroking. The silky skimming touch of his right hand caressed her cheek, her neck, her shoulder, cupped her left breast, and slid with potent purpose to her womanly core.
"Kalida . . ."
"I'm here," she sighed, and turned to face him, offering him her lips and tongue. He took them with sultry possession, twisting his rock hard body against hers and pulling her snugly against his hot length.
Her body strained against the consuming arousal of his kiss. When he removed his mouth, she could have screamed with disappointment. But his lips trailed down to her breast to taste her burgeoning nipple and suck it to a stiff peak, downward still more to taste the nectar of her feminine fount.
His hands slid down her body concurrently with his
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mouth, feeling every silken inch of her, settling finally on the edge of one stocking-clad leg. Now his avid mouth followed his stroking hands as they gently began removing the stocking from her right leg, rolling it down, following it with his mouth and tiny succulent flicks of his tongue along the tender inner flesh of her thigh, sliding the flimsy material down and kissing and sucking the luscious skin of her inner leg with moist flutters of his greedy tongue.
She held herself violently still as the hot wet trail of his tongue came to rest on her instep as he stripped off the stocking and tossed it aside. She felt the flat of his tongue hot against her foot, and she angled her leg outward to give him better access to her thighs as the wet heat began its exquisite lingering course back up her satiny inner flesh.
Slowly he licked and kissed his way back upward, sliding his tongue across her abdomen to the tender silky skin of the opposite thigh, pulling, caressing the soft material of the stocking downward, stroking her heated skin with his wet wanton tongue, sliding the wetness deliriously along her left inner thigh in a downward glissade that bared her long strong leg and ended with his lips sucking at her foot as he caressed the last inch of material from her toes.
His whole mouth cupped her leg as he slid his pliant tongue sensually back up her ankle, calf, and inner thigh. The hot wet of his tongue lapped at her skin, tasting every inch of it as he languorously sicked his way up her leg, pausing just at tenderest part of her thigh to nibble moistly at her soft, fragrant flesh.
Each hot little nip drove her wild with excitement. Her body quivered, tantalizing him with her responsive movement to the succulent motion of his sultry tongue. She felt his hands extending her legs, lifting them and angling the left one so that his smouldering tongue coursed
deliriously downward in a long, luscious slide right to her moist, churning center, his avid mouth positioned against her welcoming warmth.
Her wildly constricting hands pulled at his hair, pushing him ever tighter against her clamoring body. Her hips heaved upwards, and he reached for her buttocks and held them in a tight hard grasp as she opened up to him totally, her body; convulsing in succulent spasms that left her breathless and trembling.
He shifted himself away and upward, to lie next to her. "From me, Kalida. Only from me."
"Yes," she whispered, leaning over him, seeking his mouth, wanting to devour him in the same ferocious way.
"You are mine," he growled, opening his mouth to her, yielding to her own voracious need. He pulled away from her ravenous seeking suddenly. "You want me, Kalida."
"Do I?" she demanded in a breathless whisper. Her arms wound around his neck and pulled his mouth to hers. His tongue darted out at her lips, licking them and biting them, memorizing their soft succulent shape, and then delving between them to find her provocative tongue.
His hands cupped her buttocks, sliding over their pillowy softness, squeezing them, following their tempting line to caress her from behind.
Her alluring mouth, beneath his, shaped a startled "O" at the delicious sensation that soon aroused her to smouldering need once more. She ground her buttocks languidly against the firm thrust of his fingers and arched her body to shift her position so that her breasts grazed his poised tongue.
He lifted her body over his so that his lips and velvet tongue could feast on the taut rosy crest of her jutting left breast. Liquid heat cascaded in a torrent through her veins as he seduced her pebble-hard nipple. She pressed her body against his elongated granite length enticingly,
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tempting him, luring him, entwining her soft feminine legs with his hard muscular male thighs, arching her long sleek back to give him perfect access to her lush nipple and her churning buttocks against his avidly exploring fingers.
She moaned as he sought her right breast, as his hot tongue licked the tight taut nipple, curled around it, settled against its luscious enticement, and squeezed it finally with a firm compression of his lips.
"Deuce," she hissed through the thick glistening haze of undulating pleasure.
"You love it," he growled, sucking the luscious nipple with firm lavish strokes of his tongue.
"I can't bear it," she whispered, throwing her head back ecstatically as he pulled harder at the firm, tight nipple tip.
"You can bear it —from me," he breathed against her hot skin. He was aching for her; his turgid length elongated still harder and stiffer with each torrid movement of her ripe, alluring body. One hard, long thrust and he could be enfolded in her satin heat, making her writhe with unbridled ecstasy. He wanted her at this moment beyond anything he had ever felt for her. His rapacious fingers began their sinuous delving into her moistness, adoring the way her plunging hips responded to his sensual probing.
She undulated against the sumptuous sensations he was evoking, feeling all open and powerfully naked to him. She loved everything he was doing to her; every impassioned caress sent a ripple of sinuous feeling spiralling through the center of her body. She invited his hands and his mouth to take her. Her surging hips clamored for his rigid masculinity.
"Oh yes, Kalida," he breathed, "I'm taking you; be aware of it. / am taking you, hot and willing"—he shifted her now, poising himself below her "and no one else" — his
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hips heaved —"in my arms, Kalida, and in my bed"—and he thrust up into her pulsating feminine core — "now. . . ."
She felt new, intense separate sensations: his hot naked massive length filling her deeply; the tight succulent pull of his mouth now on each lush nipple; the sense of her free sensual nakedness above him; the movement of his hips below in snug little thrusts that urged her to move with him with a swinging rotation of her hips.
"You love it." She hardly heard his sibilant words, but they were there suddenly, stroking her consciousness as tightly and fully as his manhood coaxed her sex.
"What do I love?" she whispered, her hands kneading the muscles of his arms and chest as his hands blatantly caressed her buttocks.
"This." One hand moved to her breast and fingered the ripe tip of her nipple. "And this. And what else your luscious conscience only knows, Kalida. You're mine now." He braced his body so that his torso was upright. "Tell me what you need," he ordered huskily.
"Cover me," she moaned, the words a throaty breath in the air between them. But he heard her, and the sultry need in her. With one mighty tug, he rolled her over on her back and lay his weight on her body as she craved.
Her long, strong naked legs wrapped around him, and her hands boldly slid over his sleek, hard muscular shoulders. She was breathless with anticipation now, seeking his mouth again, writhing impatiently against the enticing hardness that still joined them, entreating him to move and fill her with his sumptuous passion.
"Kalida — " He kissed her swollen lips gently at first, murmuring her name like a litany. He feasted on her succulence as his undulating hips began giving her a taste of what was to come.
