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"Yes, Kelly," he whispered, and then she felt his hands hold her in against him where he rolled his hips,
never breaking the contact, the head of his cock pushing her cervix high.
She was barely recovering when she felt his fingers moving around his cock as he plunged in and out, then one reached higher, smoothing over her anus. She shivered, involuntarily.
He eased his finger inside her anus.
She was full in every way, her sex stretched by his cock, her anus open and being massaged by his hard finger, the knuckle nudging her ring, sending hot flares up her spine with each small movement.
His cock stroked faster. He was taking more shallow thrusts, lifting against the spot his finger invaded for friction. She heard him panting, felt his body taut and jerking as if he couldn't keep the rhythm. He was close.
His finger moved, pushing deeper, and pure fire sped up her spine. His cock jerked and lifted, he pulled his finger out, but his climax had brought her back to her peak again, her entire lower body suffused with pleasure as she tripped into a higher plateau, multiple climaxes hitting her.
Moments passed. His hand on her back, stroking her, leveled her off, and she struggled for breath, her body trembling. "Easy girl," he murmured.
It was then that she realized it was a good job he was holding her, because her hands had slipped from under her, her breasts crushed on the bed. His hands anchoring her hips against his was the only thing keeping her from collapsing in a heap.
He pulled his cock free, and she lifted onto her hands. His arms went around her waist and he drew her up against him. Kissing her shoulder, he pushed her hair away from her ear and kissed her there too.
"Good...for openers?"
Smiling, she reached one hand back and around his head, embracing him. "Good," she conceded.
* * * *
She had the strangest blue eyes, Tommy noticed. In the lamplight, they were almost opaque. She was looking at him with intense curiosity now, while they took a break. They'd collapsed together, hot and exhausted. He'd got up and found a glass, opened the champagne, and selected something more relaxing on the iPod.
After a while, she climbed over him, lying on top of his body and wedging her chin up on one hand, her elbow resting on his shoulder. "Mind if I warm myself on you?"
"Not at all."
Her toes wriggled and she smiled down at him. "My very own heated, personal bed slave."
A soft laugh escaped him. "I'm no slave."
"I could take that as a challenge."
"You take everything as a challenge, I assume?"
She nodded happily, stroking his neck under his ear.
He swore, swatting her hand off. He had a dangerous erogenous zone there that he guarded with his life. She seemed to be drawn to it like a homing pigeon.
"What?"
"Tickles," he said, gruffly.
"I'll have to remember that, purely for torture purposes."
Apparently her playful streak never let up.
He moved his hands to her buttocks, holding her. She flinched and gave out the deepest, most pleasured sigh. He massaged her gently there, where he'd marked her, claiming her gorgeous arse. He was getting hard again. It wouldn't be long until he was ready to have her all over again.
But, he reminded himself, there was the small matter of discussing whatever it was that she'd seen in Clayton's dressing room. He reached for the glass of champagne and lifted it to her lips. She sipped slowly, never breaking eye contact. Her eyes twinkled. She had a wild nature, and a confrontational attitude that hooked his curiosity.
"It seems a crime to drink such good champagne from a glass made for a toothbrush," she commented, her tongue darting out to lick a spill from her lips.
He set the glass down and kissed the place she had licked, tasting the champagne on her skin.
