stroked his belly, his sated cock, his thighs.
Her caresses slowed. “I wonder what the kids are doing?” Her voice was a sleepy mumble.
“I think they went over to my place. They’re probably watching a DVD. It’s too hot to go outside and swim.”
“Who’s watching them?” Her voice sharpened.
“Aw, Elena, relax. They’re okay. They know what they can and can’t do.”
“Mmm. Hope you’re right.” She reached for him, this time climbing on top. He wasn’t sure he was ready for another bout yet, but she knew exactly how to turn him on.
She scooted down his body, letting the pointy tip of the topaz graze his skin. Though he was hot and sweaty from lovemaking, the contact drew shivers. She swayed back and forth and her nipples stroked his hardening cock, a warm contrast to the gem’s coolness.
She leaned over, giving him a great view of her breasts mounding over his rod. Her lush orbs cuddled him in cloudlike softness while the topaz matched him for hardness. He groaned, and she lifted away. Taking the stone in one hand, she ran it up and down his length before sucking him into her mouth.
Elena drew him in until she could feel Ben’s knob rubbing against the back of her palate. She swallowed, knowing that the flex and bunch of her muscles would drive him crazy. His hips jerked and he began to thrust in and out of her mouth. He slid his hands into her hair, playing with the strands and rubbing her scalp.
She loved the way that their lovemaking, no matter what form it took, pleasured them both. Though she sensed that Ben was self-centered—weren’t all men?—he took care to ensure her enjoyment. Massaging her head while she was blowing him was one way he made her feel appreciated.
She sucked harder while using a free hand to play with his balls. His thrusts became less regular, more frenzied, and she knew he was close to coming.
He pulled away from her, and she rocked back on her knees. “What?” she asked.
A feral grin split his face. “Turn around, babe.”
Smiling, she did, and he pushed her shoulders down to the bed, forcing her pussy and ass up into the air. Her nipples pressed into the sheet and crinkled harder. The topaz, directly over her heart chakra, channeled her energy. She moaned as she rubbed her breasts back and forth, heightening the pleasure.
She sensed rather than saw Ben kneel behind her, but felt his heat as he came closer. Fingers speared her sopping pussy, spreading her open, then withdrew, leaving her taut with anticipation.
His cock entered her from behind, delving deep, hard and fast. He slapped her butt and the smacks echoed around the room, reverberating through her body. Energy centered in her clit, an explosion of desire. One more slap, followed by Ben gripping her hip with one hand and reaching around her to play with her swollen clit with the other. Arousal flashed through her and she wailed as she came.
* * * * *
Hot and dusty, Tom stood with Gina at the corner of 12th and J Streets in downtown Sacramento. Above him, the door of the Masonic Temple was set within a Gothic-style arch made of peach-colored stone. The arch was high and pointed. On each side of the arch, a knight stood brooding, eyes downcast, hands folded over stony armor.
He ruffled his short blond hair, trying to cool his sweaty scalp, and glanced over at Gina, who was clutching a sheaf of notes in one sticky hand. A basket lay on its side at her feet.
“Can’t we do this on an afternoon that isn’t a hundred million degrees out?” Tom looked over at the thermometer-clock high on the side of the bank across J Street. It flashed a hundred in dots at one-second time intervals. As he watched, the number changed to a hundred and one, and the time to 2:19.
“We’re actually supposed to do this at midnight.” Gina pushed dark bangs off her damp forehead. “But we aren’t allowed out after sunset. Besides, it’s dangerous downtown at night.”
“I know that. Why are we trying to do
Her caresses slowed. “I wonder what the kids are doing?” Her voice was a sleepy mumble.
“I think they went over to my place. They’re probably watching a DVD. It’s too hot to go outside and swim.”
“Who’s watching them?” Her voice sharpened.
“Aw, Elena, relax. They’re okay. They know what they can and can’t do.”
“Mmm. Hope you’re right.” She reached for him, this time climbing on top. He wasn’t sure he was ready for another bout yet, but she knew exactly how to turn him on.
She scooted down his body, letting the pointy tip of the topaz graze his skin. Though he was hot and sweaty from lovemaking, the contact drew shivers. She swayed back and forth and her nipples stroked his hardening cock, a warm contrast to the gem’s coolness.
She leaned over, giving him a great view of her breasts mounding over his rod. Her lush orbs cuddled him in cloudlike softness while the topaz matched him for hardness. He groaned, and she lifted away. Taking the stone in one hand, she ran it up and down his length before sucking him into her mouth.
Elena drew him in until she could feel Ben’s knob rubbing against the back of her palate. She swallowed, knowing that the flex and bunch of her muscles would drive him crazy. His hips jerked and he began to thrust in and out of her mouth. He slid his hands into her hair, playing with the strands and rubbing her scalp.
She loved the way that their lovemaking, no matter what form it took, pleasured them both. Though she sensed that Ben was self-centered—weren’t all men?—he took care to ensure her enjoyment. Massaging her head while she was blowing him was one way he made her feel appreciated.
She sucked harder while using a free hand to play with his balls. His thrusts became less regular, more frenzied, and she knew he was close to coming.
He pulled away from her, and she rocked back on her knees. “What?” she asked.
A feral grin split his face. “Turn around, babe.”
Smiling, she did, and he pushed her shoulders down to the bed, forcing her pussy and ass up into the air. Her nipples pressed into the sheet and crinkled harder. The topaz, directly over her heart chakra, channeled her energy. She moaned as she rubbed her breasts back and forth, heightening the pleasure.
She sensed rather than saw Ben kneel behind her, but felt his heat as he came closer. Fingers speared her sopping pussy, spreading her open, then withdrew, leaving her taut with anticipation.
His cock entered her from behind, delving deep, hard and fast. He slapped her butt and the smacks echoed around the room, reverberating through her body. Energy centered in her clit, an explosion of desire. One more slap, followed by Ben gripping her hip with one hand and reaching around her to play with her swollen clit with the other. Arousal flashed through her and she wailed as she came.
* * * * *
Hot and dusty, Tom stood with Gina at the corner of 12th and J Streets in downtown Sacramento. Above him, the door of the Masonic Temple was set within a Gothic-style arch made of peach-colored stone. The arch was high and pointed. On each side of the arch, a knight stood brooding, eyes downcast, hands folded over stony armor.
He ruffled his short blond hair, trying to cool his sweaty scalp, and glanced over at Gina, who was clutching a sheaf of notes in one sticky hand. A basket lay on its side at her feet.
“Can’t we do this on an afternoon that isn’t a hundred million degrees out?” Tom looked over at the thermometer-clock high on the side of the bank across J Street. It flashed a hundred in dots at one-second time intervals. As he watched, the number changed to a hundred and one, and the time to 2:19.
“We’re actually supposed to do this at midnight.” Gina pushed dark bangs off her damp forehead. “But we aren’t allowed out after sunset. Besides, it’s dangerous downtown at night.”
“I know that. Why are we trying to do
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