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The fire in his eye jumped from a smolder to a bonfire. “As you wish,” he said in a voice that shook with his desire. His hands tightened on her flesh. “Who am I to deny a lady her wishes?”

With a maddening slowness, she reached between them and grasped his cock. Still keeping their mouths close, she rose up onto her knees and began to stroke her soaking cunt with the head of it. Lindsay let out a sigh and his hand glided from her backside, up her waist, and began to caress and knead her breast in way that turned her bones to liquid.

The way his eyes sharpened and the look on his face intensified as she slowly took him into her body, sinking down further and further onto the length of his erection, made her cunt pulse and made her unable to resist kissing him. His hand was on the back of her neck suddenly, tangling in her hair as she rocked her hips slowly, taking as much of him as she could, though it was slow work because of his size.

She moaned into his mouth, body shuddering at the sheer pleasure of being filled with him this way, straddling the edge of pain and pleasure.

“Dear God,” he said between gritted teeth and looked down between them to watch her slowly raise herself upand sink back down. He looked up at her again, his eyes pools of pleasure. “Look at you. You’re– You’re fucking exquisite.”

Evie laughed, a breathy strangled sound and leaned in to kiss him again. “Don’t say silly things.”

Lindsay opened his mouth to protest, but she kissed him again and began to ride him, rocking her hips slowly at first and then faster, rolling her hips to take him deeper. Looking down into his face as she leaned away from him, both hands on his chest, was almost enough to send her over the edge. The angle of his cock inside of her was perfect and intense, generating so much pleasure that it was becoming difficult to keep her rhythm and to keep her eyes from rolling back into her head.

He grasped her hip with his good hand and began to thrust up inside of her, but she tightened her thighs at once and stopped riding him.

“Don’t move,” she said, panting and doing a very poor job of sounding stern. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

Lindsay gave her hip a little push and looked up at her with a tortured expression. “Don’t stop now.”

“Don’t move,” she said again, until he nodded and swallowed.

“Good boy,” she said. Then, reluctantly, she released his cock from her cunt and moved down the length of his body until she had her elbows resting on either side of his hips so that she could take him into her hand. She guided it into her mouth and began to pleasure him, swallowing the length of him with such abandon that she didn’t carehow much spit was pooling over her hand and onto his flesh.

“Oh my god,” he said, obviously making every effort not to raise his voice. He put his hand into her hair again and turned his head on the pillow, panting and biting his lip and moaning.

When his body began to tighten beneath her, she abandoned her adorations and slowly rose up onto her knees again.

“You’re going to kill me,” Lindsay whispered, blinking eyes at her that were hazy with desire. “You’re going to make me dead.”

“Not yet,” she said, leaning forward to give a slow, luscious kiss. “You said you wanted to taste me.”

He smiled against her lips. “Delicious,” he murmured, licking her lips and violating her mouth with his tongue until he was satisfied that he’d gathered all evidence of her nectar from her mouth.

The hunger for his body was so intense that it made her impatient. Deftly, she positioned his cock against her slit and she sat back onto it, and began to ride him harder and faster until they were both panting and trying not to cry out. His hand gripped her hip and he watched her with half lidded eyes, looking so gorgeous and godlike that she didn’t know how she’d ever thought he was anything but beautiful. She fucked him until her thighs were shaking and in desperate danger of giving out. The sheer pleasure of being with him in this way, each of them gloryingin each other’s beauty and the pleasure the other was experiencing, was ecstasy itself.

The intense and demanding pleasure of her orgasm was beginning to unravel in her cunt, spilling like glittering magic through her pelvis and her limbs, washing in and out like a wave that she could almost touch. She slipped her fingers into his mouth and he sucked on them eagerly until she replaced them with her own mouth and began to stroke her swollen clit faster and faster until–

The orgasm that erupted in the center of her like a star filled her entire being with dazzling light and pleasure so intense she no longer felt human. She pressed her lips to Lindsay’s and released her wails into his mouth. He ate them down greedily, rocking his hand with her hips as she took every last ounce of pleasure that he offered her with his perfect cock. For a moment she slowed down, pleasure making her limbs heavy and languid.

“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Lindsay said, a look of rapture on his face.

Evie laughed, resisting the urge to cover her face. The desperate but restrained need on Lindsay’s face made the desire to feel him releasing his pleasure inside of her paramount and she began to ride him again, watching his face with acute focus, settling into a rhythm that drew gasps from him. Pleasure transformed his face until he was positively radiant.

“I’m– You’ve got to–”

“Come inside of me,” she panted against his mouth. “Do it.”

If he felt any resistance, it evaporated with the proximity of his climax as she rode him until he let out a strangled cry and his face twisted and flushed from the intensity of his orgasm.

He lay back against the pillows, panting heavily, watching her with an expression that bordered on worshipful.

“Exquisite,” he murmured, lifting his good hand to draw her down toward him. “Perfect. Heavenly. Divine.”

He kissed her with a soft tenderness that belied his exhaustion. Chagrin suddenly filled her and she slowly drew him out of her, spilling his seed down the softening length of his cock. She nimbly plucked some linens out of the drawers in the nightstand and began to clean him up gently.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, glancing at his face.

The expression she found there was nothing less than contentment.

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