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“Woman, you are beautiful.”
He pressed his body down on hers, his lips attaching to her left nipple, while his hand trailed between her thighs. Alanna disobeyed orders, her arms moving on their own accord, wrapping around him. Her hands tangled into his damp hair.
Her nipples rose to hard peaks under his tender ministrations, and she shivered as his fingers stroked her inner thigh, getting closer and closer to her hot, aching core. She pulled at his wet shirt frantically, needing his skin to be on her skin. He helped, quickly unlatching the buttons. His glasses got mixed in the shirt, and when she pulled it over his head his hair stood up. He looked all the better for it. A little untamed. A little wild. As if sensing her thoughts, he growled and this time his lips found the sensitive skin of her throat.
Alanna moaned and clawed at his back with one hand, while her other bunched the soft sheets beneath her body. His fingers reached their destination. He brushed them along the inner petals of her labia, sliding across the wetness already there.
This. Was. Torture. Such sweet, relentless torture.
Alanna had never had sex like this. In pleasuring her, other men had acted with quick efficiency, as if her orgasm were a price to be paid for their own admission.
Sully acted as if her orgasm wasn’t a chore, but rather the entire point of the exercise. How could one man possess so much kindness, tenderness, and passion? It almost wasn’t fair… not that she was complaining.
Fuck! His fingers circled her clit, then gently brushed it. That single, delicate stroke sent lightning through her body. He did it again and again, each stroke a little harder. Alanna moaned and twisted and felt his smile against her neck.
He pulled his fingers away, circling her clit again, stretching out the moment. Forget kindness. The man was pure evil. And then his kisses on her neck stopped, and she felt his body shift. She cracked open her eyes in time to see his face dip down.
Oh no. God no. God, yes!Yes! Yes!
His tongue was just as agile as his fingers, licking up and down her clit. His fingers slid into her at the same time. Then, he began to suck.
She was a goner. The orgasm hit like dynamite inside of her. The explosion of pleasure was everywhere, spreading from her core out into the tips of her fingers and toes. Alanna cried out, her back arching off the bed.
And Sully’s lips were on hers, capturing the sounds of her pleasure and feeding her a taste of herself.
She almost cried it was so good. But Alanna Sandoval didn’t cry. Alanna Sandoval got revenge.
When she could see again, she slipped from beneath him, pushed him onto his back, and sat astride his glorious body. Sully grinned up at her, clearly pleased with his performance. It then became her sole mission in life to wipe that grin off his face. She’d give back a thousand times what she got.
She licked his nipples. He groaned.
Just you wait.
Alanna took her sweet, sweet time exploring his body. She loved the lean muscles of his shoulders and chest. She felt the hardness of his abs as he gasped when she bit the underside of his jaw. With eager hands, she pulled off his belt and unzipped his wet jeans. It took his assistance to get them off.
He was ready. More than ready. His penis stood at attention and glistened at the tip.
Too bad for Little Sully. He’d have to wait his turn.
Alanna massaged his scrotum with one hand while sucking a nipple with the other. He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. She delighted in his trembles. Her fingers raked his body, and she kissed the moles on his stomach and right thigh. She licked up the line between his pecs and tugged his hair so she could devour his mouth again.
“Temptress,” he hissed at her in sweet agony.
When she finally started to feel sorry for him, she wrapped her hand around his penis and began to pump. Slowly at first. Then faster and faster. The sounds he released, growls and moans and barks, made her tighten again with pleasure.
Still straddling him, she aligned his penis and slid onto it. She was so wet and ready. He gripped her ass, and they rocked together, locked in an ancient rhythm that sang in their cells.
“C… condom?” he managed to whisper.
“I’m on birth control,” she answered.
“Thank God. I’m not sure I could have held out that long.”
She smiled, leaning over him. “If you only got to bring one person to a desert island, who—”
“You!” Sully cried. “You. You. Always you. Alanna!”
He came as he called her name, and Alanna had never felt anything so beautiful, so profound. It was as if they were connected beyond their mere bodies, as if their souls were touching and melding.
