Christine swallowed. She'd never—He licked again as if sensing her hesitation, and she followed his lead, sliding her tongue over one testicle then the other. He groaned as he suckled her thigh, making the need build strong and thick. She nibbled and shivered at the puff of his breath against her wet core. She nibbled more. His tongue and lips stroked her so light they seemed barely there. She suckled his hard shaft head and drank the sweet, salty taste. She lapped, her hands enclosing his penis as she grazed her teeth down the sides, making him tremble again. Finally his mouth came close, his tongue stroked at the heart of her. He pressed deeper as she took more of him. She slowly rode him with her lips as he plunged his tongue deep and nipped.
She arched, her cries muffled by his hard length between her lips. His tongue moved in circles, and she mimicked his movements, feeling more drops. Tremors shook his body. He drew her swollen nub into his mouth; she released him to give a choked scream. Everything inside tightened unbearably then released in a flood. And still he tasted and tasted and tasted. She floated back to awareness as his tongue stroked up. She felt desired, almost cherished by the tenderness of his little kisses. "Your turn."
"Yours again." Charlie pressed their bodies together. She locked her legs around his waist, guiding and positioning him as his gaze locked to hers. "Ours." He grasped her hands above her head as he slowly eased inside. Christine rose to meet him, wanting more, wanting it all. They sighed as one when he could go no farther. She held still, savoring the discovery, this almost fulfilled need, this path on the journey that began long ago.
He began to move, his length slipping almost out before he eased back inside. Christine felt the control as his hands gripped hers. She tightened her legs around his waist, her inner muscles gripped around him, all wet fire and their scent. His gaze bored into hers, their bodies one. The gentle slap of flesh meeting and parting became more frenzied. She arched higher to be even closer. She saw the sweat on his brow, felt it on her skin. His breathing became harsh, more gasps than not, wanting her to come, to let go first, she realized. But she wanted them together. She squeezed as hard as she could, feeling him throb and surge. "Ah, God."
"With me. With me." She became one tight sensation, waiting, wanting, needing.
"Christine!" He exploded deep. She shuddered at the hot flood warming her inside out, her legs shaking as she finally let go and joined him in the release. Breath ragged, Charlie laid his head on her shoulder, their hands still entwined, their bodies still joined. The scent of arousal and pleasure hung heavy in the air. Music still played in the background under the sound of their hearts thudding together. Christine kissed his shoulder and tasted his unique flavor. "Round two?"
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Their bodies glistened with the sweet sweat of their first mating; warm, moist and slippery. Charlie held tight and felt their hearts thump. Her breath came in gasps, pure silk under him. God, she felt incredible under him. He wanted more, again and again and again. It wouldn't ever be enough.
"Round two?" Christine asked. He chuckled and gave her neck a gentle bite. She moaned at the pain-pleasure. She read his mind, this vixen in the form of a woman. Appearing so shy in public, yet wild and wanton when they were alone.
Charlie loved it. He'd said my desire and my sweetheart in native language without thought. Both words fit this delightful woman. He loved every moment of discovery, wanted to watch her surrender again. He nibbled and felt her heart beat increase. "Now?"
Christine slipped out from beneath him, coaxing him onto his back with gentle tugs and pushes. Charlie smiled, eager to see what she had in mind as she straddled him back facing front. With a sinful grin, she tossed short hair as she glanced back at him. "There's something I've always wanted to try."
She had to be aware his gaze locked where their bodies made contact. He feasted on her ass, rounded and delectable. "What? Driving me insane with want?"
"No." She wiggled, making him harden in seconds. "This."
He moaned as she leaned forward on his upper thighs and ever so slowly caressed and stroked his length, patiently arousing him again. God, so sexy, so beautiful, and so confident. "You've got me just where you want me."
"Do I?" She wiggled more. With the skill of an artist painting a mural, her ass moved up and down his torso, aware exactly what he wanted and yet denying him to increase the pleasure. She learned quickly. She drove him insane with this stimulation, making him wild or would when he released control. "I want you." Her sweet voice a breathless plea, Christine melted something within him. "I want to feel you inside me, be filled by you."
"Soon." He brought a finger inside her delicious, warm body. She moaned as her inner muscles gripped him. He slid in a second finger, then a third, and felt the tension as he pumped in and out. "You're filled."
She wrapped her fingers around his cock and mimicked him. He jerked at the grip of her hot little hands. "You're surrounded, but I don't think it's like you want."
"Touché." He opened his fingers inside and caressed inner walls until he felt the instinctive clench of muscles and heard her rapid breaths. His cock had felt this grip and would again. The thought made him stiffer. His fingers worked faster, fucking harder until her hips ground on them.