and pulsing desire. Cathleen arched her back, offering herself up to the dark god suckling her. She lifted her arms and threaded her hand through soft, curly hair and pressed that questing mouth closer to her chest.
A hand trailed along her side then dipped beneath the elastic waistband of her slacks. Fingers swept from her side to her abdomen—a heated palm causing ripples of lust to flare through her belly. One curly spiral of nether hair was touched and Cathleen cried out.
"Shush, milady," her phantom lover whispered against her breast. A hot tongue lathed over her nipple and drew a pathway up her neck until warm breath invaded her ear. "Let me love you as you deserve to be loved."
Shivering as those delicious words wound their way through her auditory canal Cathleen became boneless, weak, and completely unable to resist the fingers that speared through her pubic curls. As the tip of one finger touched her clitoris, she held her breath.
Rolling that swollen nubbin between middle finger and thumb, her lover peeled the hood back with his index finger.
"Please," she begged.
A fleeting touch—gossamer soft yet as hard as steel—ran across her clit then a strong, purposeful finger drove deep inside her moistness. It withdrew, probed deeper, and then settled, joined by two of its neighbors as a wicked tongue wriggled into her ear.
"Feel me, milady," he whispered to her . "Know your man."
He found that wondrous spot where all sensation is gathered, where lust and passion and desire is fathered. That hidden concave structure deep within her warm, moist cavern was pressed with authority and her juices began to heat.
In and out he worked his fingers, striving always to make contact with that glorious spot before pulling out and thrusting in once more. His palm cupped her pelvic bone and slid along the wiry curls each time, causing an intoxicating friction that brought panting to Cathleen's lips. Slickness formed between her thighs, overflowed, and trickled along the curve of her bottom. She wriggled against his invasion, yet silently begged for more.
Cold air spread over Cathleen and she knew he was no longer hindered by the covering of her clothing. She could feel the roughness of his male flesh sliding along the softness of her female flesh and the combination was a heady experience that increased the speed of her pulse and sent shivers of delight through her body.
His lips traced intricate patterns over her breasts. His teeth nibbled gently at her distended nipples. The weight of his masculine body pressed against hers to push blood into her lower region. She felt swollen down there and ultra-sensitive as a heavy cock leapt lazily along her opened thighs.
"Do you want me, Cathleen?" he asked, his breath hot against her ear.
"Yes," she eagerly agreed.
" Will you accept me as I am?"
"Yes!" she answered and wrapped him tightly in her arms, reveling in the hard muscles of his back that rippled beneath her questing palms.
"Of your own freewill do you accept me?" he pressed.
"Yes," she replied with a heavy sigh. She ran her hands over the heat of his back as his lips trailed soft kisses along her neck.
"Do you offer yourself to me of your own accord?"
"Yes."
There was a slight stinging sensation that was quickly followed by the lathing of his tongue. A deeper lassitude set in and her arms slid from his shoulders to lie weightless beside her. She could feel his mouth pressed tightly to her throat for what seemed an eternity and yet she lay there in complete surrender to his need.
His mouth moved from her neck to her chest to her belly then lower still until those firm questing lips locked onto the very core of her and drew upon the salty sweetness that oozed there. His tongue slid inside her then flicked repeatedly at the erect nub of her clit until she whimpered.
She heard his low chuckle, then gasped as he slid his body over hers and the heaviness of his cock pressed at her aching opening.
"Are you ready for
A hand trailed along her side then dipped beneath the elastic waistband of her slacks. Fingers swept from her side to her abdomen—a heated palm causing ripples of lust to flare through her belly. One curly spiral of nether hair was touched and Cathleen cried out.
"Shush, milady," her phantom lover whispered against her breast. A hot tongue lathed over her nipple and drew a pathway up her neck until warm breath invaded her ear. "Let me love you as you deserve to be loved."
Shivering as those delicious words wound their way through her auditory canal Cathleen became boneless, weak, and completely unable to resist the fingers that speared through her pubic curls. As the tip of one finger touched her clitoris, she held her breath.
Rolling that swollen nubbin between middle finger and thumb, her lover peeled the hood back with his index finger.
"Please," she begged.
A fleeting touch—gossamer soft yet as hard as steel—ran across her clit then a strong, purposeful finger drove deep inside her moistness. It withdrew, probed deeper, and then settled, joined by two of its neighbors as a wicked tongue wriggled into her ear.
"Feel me, milady," he whispered to her . "Know your man."
He found that wondrous spot where all sensation is gathered, where lust and passion and desire is fathered. That hidden concave structure deep within her warm, moist cavern was pressed with authority and her juices began to heat.
In and out he worked his fingers, striving always to make contact with that glorious spot before pulling out and thrusting in once more. His palm cupped her pelvic bone and slid along the wiry curls each time, causing an intoxicating friction that brought panting to Cathleen's lips. Slickness formed between her thighs, overflowed, and trickled along the curve of her bottom. She wriggled against his invasion, yet silently begged for more.
Cold air spread over Cathleen and she knew he was no longer hindered by the covering of her clothing. She could feel the roughness of his male flesh sliding along the softness of her female flesh and the combination was a heady experience that increased the speed of her pulse and sent shivers of delight through her body.
His lips traced intricate patterns over her breasts. His teeth nibbled gently at her distended nipples. The weight of his masculine body pressed against hers to push blood into her lower region. She felt swollen down there and ultra-sensitive as a heavy cock leapt lazily along her opened thighs.
"Do you want me, Cathleen?" he asked, his breath hot against her ear.
"Yes," she eagerly agreed.
" Will you accept me as I am?"
"Yes!" she answered and wrapped him tightly in her arms, reveling in the hard muscles of his back that rippled beneath her questing palms.
"Of your own freewill do you accept me?" he pressed.
"Yes," she replied with a heavy sigh. She ran her hands over the heat of his back as his lips trailed soft kisses along her neck.
"Do you offer yourself to me of your own accord?"
"Yes."
There was a slight stinging sensation that was quickly followed by the lathing of his tongue. A deeper lassitude set in and her arms slid from his shoulders to lie weightless beside her. She could feel his mouth pressed tightly to her throat for what seemed an eternity and yet she lay there in complete surrender to his need.
His mouth moved from her neck to her chest to her belly then lower still until those firm questing lips locked onto the very core of her and drew upon the salty sweetness that oozed there. His tongue slid inside her then flicked repeatedly at the erect nub of her clit until she whimpered.
She heard his low chuckle, then gasped as he slid his body over hers and the heaviness of his cock pressed at her aching opening.
"Are you ready for
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