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stroking my back gently with his other hand. My senses were all lit up, fireworks running along my nerve endings. He pulled back for a moment and looked into my eyes, with his hand along the side of my face, then began kissing along my jawline, and down my chest, his thumbs grazing my nipples, which were already pebbled with excitement.  

    I arched my back and pressed my breasts into his solid chest, my arms around his neck and as we kissed I drew my hands back down until they rested gently on his ass. One hand on either cheek, I slid them around to the front and drew my fingernail gently along the denim, against the outline of his cock that I knew I'd find there. He gasped into my mouth and whispered my name against my ear.  

    My body was like liquid fire, and I felt drugged by his touch, and his taste. I ran my hands back up his chest and began to pluck at his buttons, revealing his warm solid chest.  

    "Fair is fair," he whispered and slid his hands under my shirt, stroking my skin with a sure touch. His fingers dipped gently below my waistband and made quick work of unfastening my jeans. Heat licked at my He slid his hands under my top and slipped it over my head, "Let's get you out of these clothes," he said as he slid my bra straps down my shoulders and revealed the tops of my breasts. His tongue was on them in moments, first one, then the other, and I gently clasped my hands behind his head and pulled it down.  

    "Come here," his whispered hoarsely, and pulled me toward the bedroom. I turned and pushed him down on the bed and straddled him. Untucking his shirt I slid my hands down his torso and felt him shiver underneath me.   Taking my time I planted little kisses along his collarbone and worked my way down his chest. He was moving underneath me, his hands on my back stroking me as I moved toward his waist band. Unsnapping his jeans I lowered the zipper and heard his sigh. His hands tangled in my hair as I blew warm air across the fabric covering the tip of his cock and felt it harden in response. He pressed me closer and as I lowered the edge of his boxers I opened my mouth and brushed the tip with my lips. There was salty pre-cum there already and I touched my tongue to it then engulfed him with my mouth, swirling my tongue as I sucked. His breath was stuttering and sharp as his cock thickened in response and he arched his back toward me.  

    Rolling to his side, he pulled me away from him and he sprung free with a gentle pop. "C'mere," he whispered, "as he tugged me toward him, and gently brushed my swollen lips with his. I groaned into his mouth and he slipped his hand down my belly toward my pussy. He bumped gently against my clit and I felt sparks lick along my nerve endings in response. The tension was gone from my body and I felt both relaxed and excited at the same time. My senses were heightened. Everything felt good, the brush of the sheets against my skin, the warmth of his breath on my face and neck, his fingertips sliding along ever so slowly, inching forward until the tips were inside me.  

    "I want you, now," he said, "shall I get a condom?" I nodded, mid-kiss, and I heard the tell-tale crinkle as he reached into a drawer and withdrew the packet.

    Rising up on his knees, he gazed down at me with his hand stroking his hard-on. He leaned forward and teased my legs apart, and I could feel the dampness as my excitement increased. It had never been this way with Jake, he was formulaic, there was no formula here, it was lust and desire and need. I was wet and ready and he slid just to my entrance and held there, while he looked into my eyes.  

    I braced my hands on his shoulders and pressed him forward. His cock filling me up felt amazing, every nerve was on edge, every movement he made was excruciatingly delicious.

    "Oh God, Drew, take me, please I need you!" I begged even as he slid himself in and out of me, bracing his hands on my hips. His face was intent as he continued to thrust and I