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She knew right off with her ass scarcely covered, it would drive him nuts. She had been teasing him with the way she dressed, how she brushed into his body, and her words all along. But John had been doing the same. The man was born to make a woman pant over him.
    He hooked thumbs into the bands of her thong and tugged it down her legs. With a fluid motion, he leaned up and planted a kiss on her pussy. Fawn squealed. He went on with his task of removing her panties, grasping first one calf to lift her leg out of the thong and then the other.
    After he had tossed the garment aside, he went back for her treasure. The anticipation on his face almost made her come by itself, but she couldn’t wait to feel his tongue seduce her clit. John shoved her skirt higher and parted her legs. He started off with a long, unhurried lick along the outer edges of her heat. She whined at the pleasure and squirmed, but John held her in place.
    When he parted her folds to delve his tongue deep into her pussy, she cried out. She bit her finger and closed her eyes while trying not to pull away. The sensations were too strong, yet too good at the same time. She tugged on his hair to pull him close, then caught his shoulders to shove him back. All the while, John ate her with relish. He twirled his tongue around her clit, sucked it into his mouth, and then released it. When she could bear that no longer, he explored her passage to lap up all her flowing cream.
    “Mm, you taste incredible, Fawn. I could eat you all day. Do you know that?” He stood up and stripped off the rest of his clothing and then helped her with hers. She yelped when he scooped her in his arms and carried her across to his bed. Following her down to it, he found her pussy with his mouth again, and while he sucked her aching, swollen bud, he drove his fingers into her. Three all at once since she was so wet, so ready.
    Fawn cried out on the edge of an orgasm. She gripped the sheets under her and would have rolled away, but John caught her and held her down. He worked his fingers faster, calling out encouragement to her. How she loved when a man spoke dirty to her during sex, and John either loved it too or knew instinctively how to please her.
    “Tell me you like what I’m doing to your pussy, baby?” he demanded.
    She whimpered.
    “Be a good girl, or I’ll stop,” he warned.
    She cried out. “Don’t you dare. Oh goodness, John, I’m about to come.”
    “Say it.”
    She raised her hips toward his fingers as he withdrew them slowly and kissed her thigh rather than suck her clit. Fawn thought she would die of need. “I love it, I love it. Don’t stop, John. Please .”
    “That’s my girl.” He climbed higher on the bed and lay behind her while still stroking her heat. When his cock found her opening and pushed in, John pinched her clit between two fingers and whispered naughty words in her ear. Fawn’s climax was explosive. She arched her back and cried out as John pounded her from behind. He kissed her ear, her cheek, turned her head so he could cover her mouth with his. Moments after Fawn came, she shook with pleasure feeling John’s hot liquid fill her.
    Afterward, they lay in each other’s arms, panting. John ran his knuckles over Fawn’s cheek and smiled down at her. “Well that was worth the wait.”
    She kissed one of his nipples and pressed close to his chest. “Wasn’t it though?”
    Fawn rolled to her back with John beside her leaning on his elbow and watching her. She had always felt comfortable in her own skin, and when she didn’t, she cut back until she got to whatever weight worked. Still, having John stare at her with no barrier or no bra to make her girls look their best was a bit unsettling. She wondered if he still thought she was beautiful.
    He reached out and traced around one of her areolas with a fingertip. She shivered, her eyelids fluttering closed and then open. Desire tightened her belly, and she wiggled around a little on the bed.