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“I’ll give you this. You’re the best non-sex sex I’ve ever had.”

I bend over to pick up my skirt, and I sneak a peek over my shoulder.

He throws his hands up. “Christ, your ass. That’s it! Right now. Come to me. Now. You’re already moving to the top of the list.” I dive onto the bed, and he’s on top of me in a moment. We’re kissing, and he’s feeling everything. He’s snapping the side of the thong. I sit up slightly, and those warm and supple hands reach around me to undo my bra. Once unhooked, he brings his hands back around to cup all of my tits before the bra can even be removed.

“I knew they’d feel this good. And your pert pink nipples coordinate with the blue. Did you do that too?” He ducks under the bra, which is still hooked on my arms, and takes my right nipple into his mouth. I gasp as he says, “Taste like French fries.” I laugh while breathing heavily, trying to remove his boxers.

He removes the bra completely and throws his underwear to the floor. Then he scoots down my body to get a close up look at my aqua thong. I get only a glimpse of his hard dick, but a full-on view of his cut abs, not quite a six-pack, but impressive. He’s staring up at me then back to my thong. “It’s just so good.”

“The underneath is pretty good too, or so I’ve been told.” He takes his thumbs and rubs me through the satin, like he’s smoothing out the fabric.

I close my eyes and throw my head back. “Look at me,” he commands, and it’s so sexy I do as I’m told. He teases me with his finger slightly in the top of the lace waistband. One thumb continues to explore while he stares right at me, licking his lips and smirking.

I’m propped up on my elbows, gazing at him and moaning. It’s all I can do. I grab my own breasts for a moment, and he leaps up to take over. “That’s my job.”

“You were busy elsewhere. Please return to your other job site.” He kisses me, and my hands are feeling his tremendous, tight, and supple ass.

“As you wish.” A quick pull and graze of my nipples with his teeth, and he’s back between my legs. He kneels on the floor and places my feet on his shoulders as he yanks me to the edge of the bed. My legs open wide to him. He teases me by leaving my thong on, and his fingers keep invading while he kisses and licks my inner thighs. I’m writhing a bit. Feels so good. I’m still watching, and he steals glances at me. “Keep looking at me. I like seeing your gorgeous face from this angle.”

“I’m not sure I can take more of this.” I moan. “So ready for you.” He stops, and I just want him to continue.

“You think you’re completely ready?” He smirks as he circles me again with his finger. Fuck. I moan loudly, and he’s still staring at me.

I crook an eyebrow at him. “Ready for what? Winter bomb cyclones? Zombie attacks?”

“Keep joking. I’m just going to do this for a couple of hours.” He runs his finger just inside the outline of my thong, grazing different parts of me. Taunting me. He pulls the thong to the side and slides his hand in. It feels so fucking good.

“Yes!” I let it escape loudly then clamp my hand over my mouth. I reserve moaning for masturbating. I’ve been told I’m a bit too noisy before, so I’m self-conscious.

He peeks up. “No. I want to hear you—no censoring, ever. I want to hear your words, as well as other noises. It’s how I know I’m doing the right thing. Tell me. I want to hear it. Give me the affirmation, and I’ll keep sucking.” And I oblige as his face disappears into me. His tongue is fantastic, and he’s swirling and sucking.

I say with whatever voice I have, “You want to hear how fucking good this feels?”

“To start with.”

“Or my thoughts on the current immigration policy?”

“See, now I’m insanely hot. You instinctively know how to get my dick rock hard, but let’s shelve politics for a moment.” And he sucks me through my thong. His breath is warm and heating me up.

“Yes. MMM, Yes. Oh. God. Fuck Me. Ahhhh. Ah.” I can’t stop panting and holding my breath. He’s holding my hands in place as I pull against him. I keep clenching my ass.

“Relax. Why is your ass so tense?” And he reaches under me and grabs it. “Can you answer me?”

I groan my answer, “Yes.” But I can see he’s not sold.

“That’s your problem. Get out of your beautiful head. Be with me right here.” A quick swipe of his tongue and I moan again. “I need you speechless. How about now?” And his tongue moves at a frenetic pace.

I moan yell, “No. Not speechless.”

“How about now?” His fingers disappear into me.

“Holy God.” He explores all of me with his tongue, and his hands move to hold me in place. I end up grinding against his face. Then he stops and returns to my mouth. “Oh, God. If you’re this talented at just this. I look forward to your pending actions.”

“I want to make you lose your beautiful words.” He kisses me as his hand reclaims below with a quick thrust inside of me with his finger.

“Oh, Jesus. Gone. Words gone.” I instinctively ride his hand.

“Better, but you’re still making sense.” I writhe as a second finger enters me. I gasp loudly. Then he stops to stare at me, so I prop myself back up on my elbows and get an idea.