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| "Probably so. Listen, I'll check ya later,"he responded as AJ hit the off button on the receiver barely dropping it in it's cradle. He scooped her up off the floor and carried her into the first room available which was the guest room. He let her down and gave her that dark mysterious look that most women had been trying to figure out for years and she looked into them and saw that he didn't want to be treated as the Boy with the ferocious sexual appetite all the time. He desired love just like everybody else in the world."Age." "Yea?" "You think we can make through the night without another interruption like that?" "I hope so." He tenderly cupped her cheeks drawing her lips toward his never once losing her gaze. His passion was apparent as he begged her firm lips to separate. She hesitantly responded to his request before accepting it, letting his tongue languish in it's discovery of her mouth. He seemed to linger there, almost too long as she freed his black t- shirt from the waist of him matching slacks. Her hands slid up under the material keeping the distance between them closed. She hated letting go as he separated from her pulling it over himself as her lips discovered the well toned form revealed to her eager eye. She contineud steadily up his body, briefly meeting his lips before softly broaching the length of his shoulders. He drew her back to his intoxicating taste. His lips gracefully swept the length of her neck, letting his tongue drop to the vee of her blouse. She sat down on the bed and let him continue his exploration of her form. He expertly tripped each button and removed it. Once again their eyes met. His eyes were so powerful yet tender all wrapped into one as he deviously tripped the clasp of her leopard print lingerie with his tongue. He cupped her amply developed breast, teasing her already taut nipple between his fingers as the other was devastated by the twist of his tongue swirling around it. She bit her lower lip, a breathy moan escape through the cracks of it. He continued tortuously trailing down her body somehow managing to pry her form fitting skirt and underwear in one solid sweep. She was his now, there was no escaping it. What ever was in those drinks tonight had nothing to do with the spell he was casting upon her as his lips feathered against the length of her leg, pressing gently against her inner thigh before reaching her passionate prison aching to be full of him. His tongue slid against the outside length of her opening before discovering what was inside. As his tongue developed more moisture that could possibly be known to any man alive, she grasped at the comforter still covering the bed before she shuddered into ecstacy. She pulled him over onto the bed, the taste of her body still fresh on his lips as she rolled him over gaining control. She slithered down to his slacks and quickly relieved him of them. She wasted no time in fulfilling his every whim and desire as she rhythmically transformed him into a raging inferno in just a matter of minutes. He momentarily moved for the bedside table reaching inside of it. He removed the protection from it's packaging as she lay on the bed invitingly tracing patterns upon his legs before he pressed into her. She shifted to take him in as he slowly pumped her before gaining his steadied rhythm She met him move for move. It was as though she didn't have to anticipate his next move; it was just there. The craving for him no longer existed as he took her well over the edge of her wildest dreams as well as himself. He looked down into her eyes once able to speak and said,"Was it worth it?" "What kind of question is that?" "The kind of question I should have asked before realizing how much in love you really are with another man." "Don't say that." "It's true." "I'm sorry." "Not as sorry as I am. That was the first time I every truly made love to a woman." "Do you want to take me home now?" "Why don't you stay the night and we'll leave it at that?" "Are you sure?" "I'm sure." The next morning he drove her home in silence. She hated this. He was the one she could always turn to when it came to matters of Howie and now somehow it felt awkward."Age?" "yea?" "Are we still friends?" "What do you think?"he smiled. "Thank you. You're a doll,"she bounced out of the vehicle and into the house. Great she thought as she saw the clothing leading to Howie's room..... |
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