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abs. She drew an unseen picture on his flesh with one long fingernail, wishing she could see the light red scratches on his skin.
    He moaned when she moved her hands to his thighs, nudging his erection on the way. He lifted his hips willingly when she tugged at his pants, yanking them off. His boxers too. She massaged the hard muscles of his thighs, from knee to crotch, until her hands brushed his balls. He sucked in a gulp of air as she slid off the mattress, her stomach clenching and fluttering, as she moved to nibble and nip at the thick mass of his thighs.
    He let her do what she wanted, moaning softly but not moving to touch her. They’d talked about this in their letters. She’d requested that she be the one to initiate, to take the lead. He’d promised her, anything she wanted, but now his muscles tightened, his hands clenching, as she teased and tempted him.
    She couldn’t resist the urge to stretch her tongue out to taste his testicles. They were large, heavy, and she explored them, taste and touch, with her tongue and hands. She felt his body tense, knew how hard it must be not to move, not to touch her too. She nosed his ball sack, letting the hair tickle her cheeks. Gently, she sucked them, first one, then the other, enjoyed the noises, the animalistic, agonizing cries coming from deep in his throat.
    She rubbed one finger along the tight stretch of skin between his balls and behind, making him jump and twitch. He tasted amazing, salty and male. He smelled like cheap soap, but also like she remembered him too. He felt like nothing she’d ever imagined, all soft skin over hard muscles.
    By the time she grazed a finger over his erection, the skin tight, veins bulging, she was pulsing inside to be taken, fucked, stretched wide by him. She grabbed his cock, feeling it throb in her hand, and he let out a strangled cry, his hands coming to her head, holding her on him, not allowing her to move.
    “You suck me at all, baby, and I’ll explode,” he told her, his breath coming fast. “I’m out of my mind with wanting you.”
    She turned her head, sucking one of his fingers between her lips, sucking him like she’d suck his cock, and he moaned at the sensation.
    “Baby, I want you so bad.” His finger moved in and out, mimicking sex. It made her pussy throb and ache.
    She couldn’t speak, but she could show him what she wanted.
    Rising to her feet, still positioned between his thighs, she brought his hand up to her crotch. She’d worn something without buttons or zippers, at his request. Just a t-shirt and a pair of shorts.
    “Oh baby, you’re so fucking hot.” He moaned as she rocked his hand between her legs. “I’ve dreamed about your pussy. You’re all I can think about.”
    She whimpered when he pulled the crotch of both shorts and panties aside, his rough fingers parting her bare, smooth pussy lips. She was shaved, also as requested. They’d shared so much back and forth in their correspondence, she knew just what he liked, what he wanted.
    “Oh fuck.” He moaned, his fingers slipping into her. “Wet! So fucking wet!”
    Jenna bit her lip to keep from crying out when his thumb brushed her clit. Her hips moved all on their own, responding to his touch. His hands were huge, covering her whole mound, and the other one slid up under her t-shirt, cupping her breast through her bra.
    “Damn, baby, you’ve really lost a lot of weight.” His voice was full of wonder now as his hands roamed. She let him touch her, explore, as he pulled her shorts and panties down. She stepped out of them, sliding out of her slip-on shoes. He slid her t-shirt off over her head, and she unhooked her bra for him, letting her breasts spill into his waiting hands.
    “Come here.” He pulled her quickly into his lap so she was straddling him. She felt his erection trapped between them, throbbing and hard, as he licked and sucked her nipples. Her hands moved through his hair, cut shockingly short, and she sighed and moaned