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his
swollen member. She eagerly gripped at his hardening cock. “Give
this to me,” she said with half-lidded eyes as she began to stroke
the flesh.
    He groaned at the contact. “All in good
time,” he said as shivers went up his spine at her demands. A smirk
formed on his face and he lowered his head onto one of her breasts,
taking the flesh into his mouth and sucking on it. He quickly
became drunk on his own lust at her sweet taste, and he sucked
harder in an attempt to milk her with his mouth.
    She cried out in pleasure and threw her head
back. “Oh, Andreas,” she moaned out. Her hand continued to pump at
his cock under his shorts.
    The article was growing cumbersome and
Andreas deftly removed his shorts while keeping his mouth latched
onto her breast. He moaned against her as she started stroking him
faster and he felt his orgasm stir. He had to release her breast to
take a few deep breaths. He had a rule: never attain release before
his woman. Once he had regained control, he began kissing down her
body. She was forced to release him as the rod drifted away.
    “I want to taste you,” Andreas said huskily
as he kissed the fabric of her bikini bottoms.
    Her face flushed furiously and she nodded
wordlessly. The ties keeping her bottoms on was undone in an
agonizingly slow manner. He smiled up at her as he let his nose
fall to rest against her mound. He breathed in her intoxicating
scent. The tip of his tongue found her nub, sending jolts of
pleasure through her. Her hands gripped his hair and she pulled him
deeper into her aching pussy.
    Dutifully, he lapped at her soft folds. His
tongue darted in and out, exploring the inner walls of her most
intimate depths. She moaned out in pleasure as his skill overcame
her senses. His tongue flourished across her clit, eliciting loud
cries of ecstasy from Eva.
    “I bet you do this all the time with girls
you’ve just met,” she said in the throes of her passion. She was
trying to remind herself of the circumstances—that she wasn’t
allowed to get attached. Her blue eyes gazed down at him as she
bucked her hips against his mouth.
    He lifted himself away from her wetness for
a moment to offer a smile. “No. I don’t have many women in my
life,” he said truthfully. It was rare for him to be in this
position at all, let alone less than an hour after meeting someone.
He was surprised at himself, but there was something he craved
about this woman. He couldn’t help giving in and seizing the
moment.
    “Uh huh,” she joked, running her fingers
through his sandy blonde hair. “Just get back to work.”
    “As you wish,” he whispered against her skin
as he returned to pleasuring her.
    Her back arched even more as she felt her
impending climax. “Just don’t call me Buttercup or I’ll kill you,”
she said with a noise that was half-moan, half-laugh. She allowed
her head to roll back to rest against the cool rock. “This feels
wonderful, Andreas. I’m close,” she bit her lip to keep from
screeching as his tongue danced across her folds.
    “Come for me, Eva,” he commanded her as he
attacked her clit wildly.
    The tone in his voice made her legs begin to
tremble as her muscles clenched. She couldn’t believe what she was
doing, but it felt too good for her to care. The pressure built and
built until it exploded in a gush throughout her body. Her orgasm
tore through her and her back stiffened. She couldn’t even cry out;
the muscles in her throat were too constricted to allow any kind of
sound from escaping. Yet he continued to press on with his attack,
furiously sliding his tongue in and out of her folds. She couldn’t
think—couldn’t breathe. She was no longer in control of
herself.
    “Stop, stop,” she begged him. It was too
much sensation. Her body was in overload and she couldn’t even seem
to move.
    He stopped, looking up at her with a wolfish
grin painted across his face. “I can get a little carried away,” he
explained as he kissed her inner