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She took a deep breath and moved her hands to his narrow hips, stepping into his body until they were flush together. She buried her face in the middle of his chest and breathed him in, the musky, male aroma of Shai.
Intoxicating, clean, perfect.
His skin was far silkier than she thought, and so very warm. He looked hard as stone, and she thought he might have been cold as well, but he was the opposite. Hard, yes. But also soft and smooth, only the finest down covering his skin, thickening a little over the two broad planes of his chest.
She rubbed her face in his torso like a kitten, because he smelled and felt so good. Like fire-warmed bricks on a cold desert night.
His hand had fallen away from the back of her head by now. One hand settled like a heavy blanket on her shoulder, while the other cupped the side of her face.
“Do I please you, little cat?”
At the endearment, she all but purred, her body vibrating with pleasure. She nodded against him and daringly reached her hands over his round, hard buttocks.
She squeezed, testing the supple flesh. There was barely any give at all. It was like squeezing marble.
His staff jerked and throbbed between them, as if begging for her attention.
So, she looked down and gave it. Staring avidly as pearls of clear fluid oozed from the delicate slit in the enormous swollen tip. They trickled down his long, ridged column, thick and flushed with a deep plum color like the stalk of a fig tree, wrapped in root-like veins.
He’d invited her to taste him, touch him, and so she did.
She freed one hand from its covetous clutch of a hard, round buttock to grasp his staff just beneath the crown, her fingers unable to meet around his girth.
He drew in a sharp breath as a shiver wracked his body, making his muscles shift and tighten like a mountain range reforming after an earthquake.
She was mesmerized by the force of nature Shai embodied. So much power and control. So much strength and indomitable will.
And he let her hold the very proof of his maleness in her hand. She felt both his power and her own awe and reverence of it.
She leaned in and dipped her head to nuzzle her face against his silky staff. His smell was stronger here; it made her body come alive in ways she never felt before. Never knew was possible.
“Heba…”
There was both warning and a desperate edge in his deep, resonant voice.
To hold such power over such a powerful man made her heady with lust and gratification.
She opened her lips over the flushed head of him and tasted the pearls of his essence with a delicate swipe of her tongue through his slit.
He hissed and jerked, his hips rocking forward, shoving his cock deeper into her mouth.
She choked a little at the sudden intrusion, but quickly adjusted, sucking on him as if she were savoring the juiciness of a ripe plum.
More nectar oozed from his slit, dazzling her tongue with its sweetness and salt. The most addictive honey she’d ever tasted.
She sucked harder now, wanting more of him, couldn’t get enough of him. Bobbing her head up and down, trying to fit more of his length inside her mouth.
Her other hand wrapped around his staff so that she stacked both fists, one on top of the other, kneading his stalk. And still, neither hand could enclose him, and both together didn’t cover the whole of his length.
He didn’t seem to mind, the rocking of his hips picking up pace. He was slowly, measuredly driving his cock through the tunnel of her fists and the tight cave of her mouth. His hand at her shoulder had wound around the short tufts of hair at her nape, clutching tight, but not enough to hurt.
She loved this, as the soaking wetness between her thighs proved. She loved how he used her like this, his body dancing to the pleasure she provided.
She wanted him to come like this, so she could feel the gush of his cream upon her tongue and down her throat. She wanted to taste his seed and devour it.
Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew this was not the way to get with child; it would be a “waste.” But she wanted it so badly her whole body shook with the need. And she knew that no pleasure she gave to Shai, that they gave each other, would ever be a waste.
So, she sucked harder, sloppier, her saliva dripping down his hot staff along with his pre-cum. He was quivering in her hands and mouth; she could feel the explosion building within the thin confines of his tight, satiny skin. Out of pure instinct, she moved her lower fist to his scrotum and kneaded the full sacs.
