Page 30 of Analysing Her Assets

She had hardly had eyes for anyone other than the man leading the pack. He was easily 6’4 ...

“How much is 6’4?” Tamar wondered. “Is it really tall?”

“Yes. I know I’m 6’1, so 6’4 has to be really tall. Almost two meters.”

“How tall am I? If I’m 160?”

His teeth bit sexily into his lower lip, and her breath hitched as his strong fingers dug deeper, diving down to make circles on her thighs. She let out a soft sigh and couldn't help but to arch her back, eager for more.

“Let me see, divide it by 30. You’re around 5’3.”

“I sound tiny.”

“You’re great. Read on.”

Tamar nodded and continued,

Aleph’s scent filled her nostrils. It spoke to her. It told of running through evergreen pine forests, of climbing snow-tipped mountains, of drinking from crystal clear brooks...

Gideon gave small upward thrusts, his hard-on hitting her pussy, sending jolts to her belly. The lacy bra stretched against her hardened nipples. She moaned, wanting to burst out of the velvet top.

“You need to go on reading. That’s your job tonight—reading no matter what I do.”

“You’re a slave driver as well. I can see where your mother got it from.” Gideon laughed at her reversed genetics. He often laughed at her jokes, and in the right places.

She resumed. Gideon had unbuttoned her shirt’s top two buttons and was splattering small kisses on her neck and shoulders.

“Don’t stop,” he said. “Go on, keep on reading, don’t mind me.”

His warm lips traveled the swell of her right breast. He sneaked his palm under her mostly closed shirt. His thumb circled her left nipple, drawing it out into a hard, pebbly button. Her center clenched, protesting its emptiness. She soldiered on reading.

Gideon kissed her breast through the thin bra. His teeth scratched her sensitized flesh. Before the slight pain registered fully, his hot mouth clamped her areola, and his wet tongue soothed the spot. Her eyes half closed in pleasure. He repeated the series of small bites and licks, giving each of her tits a loving care. The head that was buried in her chest stopped and he spoke.

“I’ll say it again. Read on, don’t mind me, Tamar.”

“How can I not mind you?” She hardly recognized her own throaty voice.

His lips were bright from scraping against her bra. He smacked them noisily, smiling smugly.

Fine. She would torment him right back.

“Gideon, can you take off your jeans? It’s rough against my underwear.”

His eyes rounded. Tamar leaned back, supporting herself with her palms on the table and her feet on either side of him on the sofa. Gideon half stood. He unzipped his pants, shoving them down to his ankles, not bothering to take them off. His black boxers hugged his hairy, well-muscled thighs, tented by his large erection. She huffed in admiration, and he grinned at her, not at all embarrassed, and settled back down. She hoisted her skirt around them, happy she would stay dressed, not having to worry about a tier of her flesh overriding her underwear’s waistband or the round cellulite dents along her hips.

She lowered herself slowly and carefully, until her pussy hit a warm, soft mound.

“Whoof,” said Gideon, sounding a little like Giddy. He re-burrowed his head in her cleavage, kissing her sternum, his mouth soft and warm. She had a full body shiver, and was tingled by the huff of his chuckle. Wriggling forth a little, she found a much more resistant part of him, and nestled her clit there. He growled in approval.

“Read on,” he demanded huskily. Tamar had lost her place, so she opened the printed pages at random.

Aleph’s hand caressed Eva’s covered mound, and then he sneaked one long finger under her underwear’s waistband, tracing her slit. The four other men stood around like trained soldiers. She closed her eyes, stifled her shame and inhibitions, reminding herself this was for her own safety.

Tamar let go of her own inhibitions, rubbing shamelessly against Gideon’s swell, her bended knees holding some of her weight. Their heat mingled and expanded, climbing up her belly, down her thighs.

He moaned softly, biting his lips.

“Read on,” he whispered.

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