Corpses in the Cellar

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material, was warm, almost hot.
    She drew her lips away. “I wanna get closer to you,” she said. “Take off your jacket.”
    He drew it off, and she was on him before he could lay it down.
    “Umm. You feel good. Tight and hard,” she purred, arms around him, body pressed firmly against his. This time he ran his hand
     down the length of her from neck to thigh, and she squirmed in pleasure.
    “You’ve got the touch, kiddo, you’ve got the touch,” she said, her body sliding up and down his. An odor of sex began to drift
     up from her.
    “You do all right yourself,” he told her, and kissed her again, this time pushing his tongue past her willing lips, plummeting
     into nothingness, then pulling it back up, then pushing it in again.
    This time her tongue met his, curling around it, darting away, then flicking back, quick and alive.
    He opened his eyes, and saw she was staring at him, her gaze steamy. “Not bad at taking liberties, either, are you?”
    “Can the wisecracks, Tawny,” he told her. “You don’t need them with me.”
    Her eyes went soft, and vulnerable, and then they closed, and she sought his lips again. Her breath was beginning to come
     hard.
    He pushed her gently back down onto the couch, and she moaned softly as he pressed his body onto hers. She was sucking his
     tongue into her now, hungry for it.
    He raised himself, and ran his hand down along the silk of her gown, her shoulders, her breasts, her waist, her belly, down
     between and then along her thighs. The negligee began to cling to her in places, held by the moisture that was beginning to
     steal over her.
    She pulled him back down onto her, fiercely, thrusting herself up against him, undulating, squirming, rubbing, hard against
     him, her breath coming in short gasps. “I want you,” she told him.
    He said nothing, just worked on her, both hands now coursing over her, slowly, with sure, practiced motions, “Please!” she
     breathed.
    He ignored her, kept on, the negligee damp, beads of moisture standing out between her breasts. Her lips locked onto his,
     her tongue frantic, seeking his out, reaching all the way into his mouth, attacking it.
    Her head began to toss from side to side, small cries escaping her. And still he held back, stroking, kissing, and finally
     pushing his hand up beneath the negligee, up between her legs.
    “Ohhhh!” She shuddered as his fingers went inside her, shuddered as they were coated with the thick, steaming fluids that
     filled her, shuddered as they drew out and up toward the mound where her pleasure was seated, up and then away, up and then
     away.
    “Please,” she moaned. “Please. Take me.”
    He pulled the negligee off her, slowly, caressing her as he did so, then stood and removed his clothes. She lay there panting,
     waiting, and then, impatient, sat up and grabbed for him, squeezing hard, desperately, and then, ecstatically, plunging her
     mouth over him, sucking him up inside, lips tight around him, then loosening, and pulling up, and then pushing down, the moistness
     of her mouth a twin to the pulsating passage between her thighs.
    He reached out with both hands and grabbed her head, held it in place against him for a moment, then gently guided it downward,
     back against the couch.
    “You’re the best I’ve ever had,” she breathed, weakly, “and I haven’t even had you yet.”
    She fit him like a glove. He slid in easily, every millimeter of her making contact with him, coating him with her liquid
     heat, as he plunged to the hilt, and then slowly drew backward.
    “Ohhh…” she gasped, and her fingers dug into his back.
    He went in again, slowly, revolving his hips as he did so, giving it to her in all directions, forward, backward, sideways.
     She moaned with pleasure, as she reciprocated, grinding against him, meeting him as he moved into her, pulling away as he
     drew back, undulating her hips counterclockwise to his. He could feel the heat of them rise with each thrust,
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