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Unable to stop
himself, he reached out to pinch her nipples. The tiny peaks hardened under his
fingers. Impatient, he yanked her bra out of the way and ran his thumbs over
her nipples.
     
    “You’re so beautiful, Kai. Come
here and let me taste you.”
     
    She leaned down to bring her
breasts within inches of his mouth, and he took one in between his lips while
kneading the other. Her moans encouraged him, fed his desire. He released her
breast to slide his hand down between them to cup her center. She was so hot, he imagined she burned his palm. When he stroked,
feeling the dampness behind her panties, she pushed harder against his hand.
     
    “Take them off,” he demanded.
     
    He watched her ease backward off
the bed and reach back to unsnap her bra. Before she could move on to her
panties, he reached out and tore them from her body. Her heady aroma filled his
nostrils, and he breathed her in deep.
     
    “I need to eat you now.” He
didn’t give her a chance to climb on the bed. He gripped her hips and lifted
her up and over his face. Slowly he lay back already dipping his tongue into
her cream. She tasted so good, he could feed between
her thighs all night. And he had every intention of doing that and more.
     
    From her opening to her clit, he lapped
and sucked, squeezing and coaxing her to give him more. When he had licked away
all she had, he clamped down on her swollen pearl to work her into an orgasm.
Her muscles spasmed , she cried out and gave him what
he craved, her thick delicious cream. With her pussy
held firm against his mouth, he was oblivious to anything else until she
unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.
     
    Her hot palm raced over his flesh
making him expand and lengthen. He let his head fall back and he gasped. “I
can’t concentrate on what I’m doing while you do that.”
     
    She chuckled. “ Aww .”
     
    He removed her hand and flipped
over so that she was on her back. “Now, you can touch when I am finished with
my meal.” He kissed her belly, liking the way she trembled each time he touched
her. “For now, lay back and enjoy.”
     
    “I’m used to—”
     
    He laid a hand over her lips and
rather than explain who was in charge and how different things would be with
him as her lover, he instead lifted her thighs higher and plunged his tongue
inside her pussy.
     
    * * * *
     
    She wanted to demand who he
thought he was telling her what to do, covering her mouth so she couldn’t speak,
but at the moment words escaped her. He ran his tongue in and out of her like
it was a mini-cock, and she could not argue with him if she tried. More than
anything, she loved when a man went down on her, but none of her previous
lovers seemed to want to stay down there very long, certainly not longer than
one orgasm. Donovan didn’t appear to want to come up for a breath, let alone to
let her stroke him. Who was she to complain?
     
    She tried pressing his head and
raising her hips, but he held her hands down at her sides. Her eyes widened
when he clamped onto her clit and drew it into his mouth. He watched for her
reaction while still holding her down.
     
    “Donovan!” She wiggled to pull
away, the sensations too strong. He released one wrist to hold her body down.
She shut her eyes, and soon her orgasm shattered all control. Clenching the
sheets, she screamed his name a second and third time. He held on. She broke
free and crawled away, but he followed. “I couldn’t possibly . . .” she began.
     
    “Let me prove you can, baby.”
     
    From behind he pressed his mouth
onto her pussy. Just the rawness of it had her climbing toward another orgasm.
When the ecstasy subsided, he stretched his body out over hers. He lifted
himself an inch or so to tear out of his clothing, and then his warm hard body
pressed against hers. He laid his hands over her hands and whispered for a
kiss. She turned her head to meet his lips, and tasted herself there.
     
    Sex had never been this good in
her