The Magic in her Gift
her top. With one quick jerk, he’d whipped it
over her head and tossed it into the grass. Her bra and pants soon
followed. His clothes quickly disappeared until they stood side by
side beside the pool, the breeze caressing their bare skin. He
raised his hands and cupped her generous breasts, letting his
thumbs slide over the rigid nipples. Leaning close, he took her
breast in his mouth, capturing her nipple in the moist, warm
suction of his lips. He used his teeth, abrading the soft flesh,
nipping and then laving the small bites with the caress of his
tongue.
    Sara groaned and then moved
closer and pressed her lips to his chest.
    Meloir’s head fell back,
exposing his throat as he cried out her name harshly.
“Sarafina!”
    She placed small, nipping
love bites along the bulging muscles of his upper chest and then
sucked his small, brown nub between her teeth. She brought her hand
to his cock, placing her palm against the veined shaft.
    “ Stroke me,” he whispered,
guiding her hand up and down his rod.
    He buried his face into the
crook of her neck as she fisted his erection in her hand. Needing
his taste, she bent over Meloir’s groin, guiding his cock to her
mouth. Her tongue delicately brushed the slit, lapping up the tiny
drop of pre-cum. Tingles ran up her spine at the sound of his
harsh, guttural groan. When she took more and more of him into her
mouth and sucked harder and harder, he grasped her head in both
hands and moved her away.
    “ No, not this way. I want
to be inside you when I come.”
    Meloir ran his hands down
her back to rest them on her butt. He pulled her close and ground
his aroused shaft against her belly. He caressed the rounded curve
of her ass as he dropped a brief kiss on her mouth before turning
her around to face away from him. Meloir moved in behind her and
began to squeeze her ass cheeks with one hand while he explored her
crack with the other.
    Sara stiffened in his arms.
“What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.
    “ Shhh, relax, little one.
I’m only going to get you accustomed to my touch today.” He bent
closer and licked the rim of her ear. “But some day I’m going to
take you here and give you pleasure like you’ve never known.”
Sara’s entire body shivered when his thumb traced the lower crease
of her ass.
    Her legs trembled and her
muscles went weak as she shuddered with desire when his finger ran
down the cleft of her buttocks. No one had ever touched her there
and it both excited and frightened her at the same time. His lips
caressed her shoulder while his hands separated the cheeks of her
ass. One hand held her open while the other slipped into the
crevice between the rounded globes.
    Meloir pressed an
exploratory finger against her anus and she tensed. “Relax your
bottom,” he whispered.
    Sara took a calming breath
and tried to relax her muscles. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her.
Thoughts fluttered through her mind and the anticipation of what he
might do took her breath away. He ran a finger around the tight,
puckered opening and then brushed lightly over the delicate
sphincter, causing her to gasp and clench the muscles in her pussy.
Her knees buckled and she began to sink to the ground when he
pressed lightly against the one place no one had ever
entered.
    Moving quickly, Meloir
lifted her off her feet, lowered her to the damp, soft ground and
then lay down beside her. He placed his hands on her bare thighs
and pulled them apart to move closer to her heat. His fingers
brushed the skin near her center and she felt her pussy flood with
cream.
    “ I can smell your desire,
Sarafina. You’re so wet for me,” Meloir growled.
    His tongue dipped briefly
into her navel right before she felt his hot breath against her
pussy. She opened her legs wider as she felt him comb his fingers
through the damp, curly pelt of dark curls covering her sex. His
finger traced up and down her slit before slipping inside and
searching for the bundle of nerves responsible for her

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