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clear evidence of his arousal and of his intentions, her hands moved down his back to cup his buttocks. She drew him closer to her, squirming against the hardness of his cock, making her own wishes plain. She could not have been clearer if she had begged him in words of one syllable to fuck her.

    Damn it, the wench was as ready to be taken as any man could want.
     
    Now that he was sure of her, perversely, he did not want to hurry. Fucking her would be a pleasure to be savored and enjoyed slowly, not to be guiltily hurried over for fear of being caught.

    Caroline, it seemed, did not share his desire to linger. Her hands moved to his trousers and began to fumble with the buttons. God, but he wanted the touch of her hands on his cock, stroking him and loving him until he thrust into her pussy.
     
    Maybe he did not really want to wait after all. Deftly, he assisted her fumbling hands to release the fastenings of his clothing, allowing his erection to spring free.

    Not content with merely freeing his cock, she slid his trousers down over his hips to his ankles and ran her hands over his naked ass, squeezing his buttocks. Her hands were cool on his naked flesh but they left a trail of fire wherever they went.

    Seeming to know just what he wanted without a word being spoken, she sank down to her knees in front of him, her eyes on a level with his jutting cock. “It’s purple,” she breathed, touching it reverentially with one finger, her eyes as wide as if she had never seen a naked man before. “And I can feel it pulsing under the skin.”

    “Stroke me.”

    She did just as he had ordered, stroking him with gentle hands, exploring him with tentative caresses, as if she had never held a man like this in her hands before.

    His hands tangled in her hair and he gently guided her mouth to his bobbing erection.
     
    She looked up at him for a moment, astonished, as the purple head of his cock touched her lips. “Kiss me,” he said, his voice thick.

    “You want me to kiss you there?” Her voice sounded unsure.

    He pushed the tip of his cock into her mouth. “I want you to kiss me and lick me and suck on me. Make me as hard as stone for you.”

    Despite her initial hesitation, she caught on quickly, first tentatively kissing, then lightly licking, exploring him with her mouth and tongue as she had earlier explored him with her hands.
     
    Encouraged by his groans of pleasure, her explorations gradually grew bolder as she discovered the secrets to giving him pleasure, cupping his tender sac, stroking the base of his erection and licking him all over, then enveloping him in her mouth, swirling her tongue round the sensitive glans on the underside.

    He lifted his shirt to afford a better view of Caroline’s ministrations. Watching her stroke him and suck on him was turning him on nearly as much as the feeling of her eager hands and her soft, wet mouth on him.
     
    Christ, no wonder her old husband had recently given up the ghost. The tender ministrations of his wife would be enough to fell any old man with a fit of apoplexy.

    His distracted musings were brought to a shuddering halt as Caroline took as much of his cock as she could, sucking on him gently while moving her head back and forth. She was fucking him with her mouth.
     
    Damn it, if she kept that up, he was going to spend too soon, before he had even had a taste of her pussy. He pulled away, forcing himself to forgo the delights of her mouth for the hopes of very soon sinking himself deep into her cunt.

    He guided her to the wicker chair behind her and seated her with a gentle pressure on her shoulders. “I want to taste you now, just as you tasted me.”

    Her face once again exhibited a slight unease, but she allowed him to seat her and spread her legs wide apart.

    She was so eager, and yet strangely innocent. The combination was utterly irresistible.
     
    He reached under her skirts, moving his hands up her silk-clad legs until smooth silk stockings