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“I’ve been thinkin’ about this night for a mighty long time, my little woodland poet.

” A wave of light rippled across her body from the miniature candles he’d lit.

“I’ve thought about how my hands would feel rubbin’ all over your gorgeous, soft body.

” She visibly swallowed as he ran his left hand slowly up and down her hips, then up towards her breast, and squeezed one of the soft globes.

“Did you?” Her voice cracked, her need so clear in her eyes.

“Yes ma’am. I most certainly did. I’ve thought about layin’ you down, honey, just like I’ve done right now, and slidin’ your arms upwards towards this here headboard, so you’re no longer in full control.”

He took hold of her hands and guided them towards the bedrail, their fingers intertwined.

He placed several soft kisses all along her neck, getting off on the way her body slowly extended upwards to get more of what he was serving.

He slipped one of his hands between her thighs, that hot space he so desired, and held both of her wrists together with his right hand alone.

“My sweetheart is so fuckin’ wet for me. Ain’t you, Princess?”

“Yes…”

She bucked against his fingers and body, but he gently pushed her down. Teasing her. Drawing out her pleasure.

“My dick is so hard right now for you, baby. I just wanna fuck you to pretty little pieces, but I’ve waited so long, so I want to savor you…”

Her chest began to rise faster. His hands drifted down her form to grab his dick. He stroked it with one hand, then gently fondled her clit with the other.

“You like that, pretty lady?”

“Mmm hmmm.” She gyrated against his touch.

“That’s it… you move so beautifully… Mmmmm!

” He groaned as he slipped a finger inside of her love.

She gasped. Her gleaming eyes pressed firmly shut, she bumped her pelvis against his hand.

“So wet and juicy…” He added another finger, and her forehead creased as slow, seductive, and sexy whimpers escaped her lips.

After a while, he removed his fingers from inside of her and placed her hand on her pussy.

Steering her to touch herself. He stroked her chin with his wet fingers, then brought them to his mouth and sucked them.

“I want you to touch your pussy now… play with that pretty kitty for me.”

“How do you want me to do it? Fast or slow?”

“How you normally do it when you think no one is watching. Touch yourself like you do when you’ve fantasized about me fucking you… takin’ that sweet pussy from the front, back, right, left and center… pounding that pretty little pie into the gotdamn ground.”

Her nostrils flared and she glared at him. Her eyes fixed on his, trying to find out, no doubt, how’d he discovered her secret. It was just a lucky guess, but from her reaction, he’d hit the jackpot.

He pressed his body into hers as she fondled her clit. Resting his chin against her shoulder, he whispered in her ear as he stroked his dick, letting the thickness bump against her thigh at each pass.

“Let’s switch. You touch me, and I’ll touch you.”

She glided her fingers from her pussy, and wrapped them around his throbbing dick.

He placed his hand against her clit, and began stroking her.

They looked into each other’s eyes while masturbating one another.

Her small, warm hand felt so good as it slid up and down the length of his nature.

She cooed and rolled her hips into his touch.

“That feels good!” she screamed as he worked her closer to her orgasm.

“Rub me harder, princess. You’re not gonna hurt me… yeah… just like that, baby. I like to feel it.” He twisted his hips and gyrated against her hand.

Shifting his body, he disappeared beneath the sheets.

Luke Comb’s, ‘Hurricane’ played as he pushed her soft, lovely thighs apart, quickly burying his face in her soaking creases.

He held her close, humping the bed almost involuntarily as he devoured her delectable wetlands, his tongue lavishing her magic key.

“Kage… Kage!”

She writhed about as he slurped and sucked her pussy with vigor. Sliding his tongue against her clit, he flicked it fast and light against the engorged, lovely nub. A gentle, quick, fluttering touch.

“I fuckin’ love the taste of you, princess… You deserve this… You deserve for someone to eat your very soul… Tell me you deserve to have your pussy ate like this !”

“I deserve to have… my pussy ate… just like… this!”

Her essence dripped down his chin, soaking into his beard and covering his lips as he brought her to the brink of ecstasy.

Her sounds told him all that he needed to know.

She was loud and lovely, rolling and thrashing about, and every moment, every second, every breath, every writhe, moan and cry made him all the harder for her.

If the lower half of his face wasn’t completely soaked, then it simply wasn’t good enough.

He kept going and going until she exploded, her sweetness flowing into his mouth as she shook beneath him.

He snatched the sheets back so that he could see every move she made.

Her toes were curled. Her calf muscles tightened, relaxed, and tightened again.

The muscles in her stomach rolled and relaxed, contracting before his eyes.

Her orgasmic screams were guttural and freeing.

He took her mouth with a savage strength. Pushing his pelvis against hers, he swayed his hips from left to right, slow and easy.

“You’ve got a nice rhythm.” She smiled through their kiss. “You move well.”

“I know. We should go line dancing sometime. My cousin Phoenix sings and plays the guitar at this rhythm and blues club ’round the way. I’ll take you some time.”

“I’d like that.”

He kissed her again, then wrapped his legs and arms around her, squeezing her to him. His dick dragged up and down her pussy, and she gyrated into his length, sweet desperation in her eyes. He could see her desire for him—her need to have him deep inside of her.

He reached for one of the condoms on the nightstand, tore it open and sheathed himself.

As he gently slid his manhood against her pussy, he wrapped his hand around her throat.

Her lovely neck that smelled like flowers.

Her eyes widened and her lips parted, ever so slightly.

He dipped low, resting his chin against her shoulder as he whispered in her ear.

“You’re so fucking sexy, baby… tell me how sexy you are…”

“I’m sexy.” She smiled faintly. He squeezed her gullet a bit tighter, her grin fleeting.

“It’s not funny. It’s the truth. Believe it. You’re fuckin’ beautiful. You’re sexy as fuck. SAY IT. Say it like you MEAN IT!”

“I’m sexy…”

He placed his hand against her clit as he rubbed his groin against her, providing two sensations for her to enjoy as he kept his hand around her neck, gently squeezing it.

“Tell me what a pretty forest princess you are, baby.”

“I’m a pretty forest princess…”

“I found you in the forest, sittin’ there… Trespassin’. I saw you, and I should have punished you…”

“Punish me, baby… tell me how you should’ve punished me!”

“…I should’ve fucked your pretty, little forest princess pussy right then and there, in the wilderness. I should’ve whipped out my dick, laid your gorgeous ass down, and gave you what for. The grass and mud beneath you as I tore your wet, tight snatch apart.”

She shuddered and closed her eyes, thrusting her hips into his.

“Kage, you’re so nasty… I love it!”

“…Yeah, I’m nasty in bed, but my heart is for real. When it comes to you, I just wanna please you.” Her gaze softened. “You know I wanted you from the moment we met. I had to have you, baby…”

“Tell me why?”

He knew she already knew the answer, he’d told her before, but he didn’t mind telling her again. She obviously needed the reassurance. To hear it.

“You’re the woman of my damn dreams, and most of my life has been a fuckin’ nightmare.

Don’t feel bad for me, it makes me who I am today, but I’m grateful to have met you.

My life is so much better with you in it.

” She smiled at him, and her eyes sheened.

“You make ugly shit go away when you walk into a room, ’cause all eyes are on you. ”

He could feel her heartbeat racing, and he loved the music it made.

He kept squeezing her neck, pressing her down with his body, applying pressure and his weight.

He massaged her clit, and slid his big dick up and down her zone while speaking to her real close, telling her all the shit she loved to hear.

“I’m gonna fuck you. I’m gonna fuck the livin’ shit out of you. Tell me you want to be properly fucked.”

“I want to be properly fucked!”

“Tell me you deserve my dick.”

“I deserve… your dick… AHHHHH!!!”

He pushed himself within her warm walls, his hand now wrapped around the back of her neck.

Forehead to forehead, he groaned as his body jerked, and they melted together.

That first thrust… that first penetration was better than he even imagined.

Her walls were so damn soft. Her pussy gripped and hugged his dick as he slid in and out of her rainy orchard.

The sound of their lovemaking echoed over the lyrics of Gary B.B. Coleman’s, ‘The Sky is Crying.’

He made love to her nice and slow, his thrusts leisurely and dragging.

He kept with that pace until he saw tears of joy flow from her eyes.

She held on tight to him as he rocked inside of her.

Slow and easy. Taking his sweet time. Gentle.

Sexy. Showering her with his love, and enjoying every wet second.

A tear dripped from her eye as she buried her head into the pillow, then turned it sideways and looked up at the ceiling.

Her orgasm took her breath away. No screams. No yells.

Just her mouth wide open, and a shivering body beneath him…

As she came, he took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked it slow and hard to the jazzy, blue riffs of the song.