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He had his massive arms around her waist, pushing his body tightly into hers. She could feel his erection against her back, and shuddered lightly.

He was gasping, "I need you so much, love. I cant take it. I need to be inside you. I want to make love to you, please, oh God, please let me make love to you." He was grinding his hips into her, pulling her waist up to him until her hips met his erection. He rocked her lower body with his, rubbing his erection against her crotch. She heard deep moans coming from his throat, and she was panting heavily, her body screaming for him.

One of his hands found the inside of her shirt, and he began kneading her left breast with his powerful hand, his thumb rubbing her nipple into a delightfully tormented point. Her hands moved behind her to his hips, grasping at him, urging him on. At this point, he moved back and turned her around to face him. His mouth plunged to hers, their tongues meeting in raging hunger.

As the kiss exploded, and threatened to consume them both, she entwined her arms around him and his mouth slid to her neck moistened with light sweat. He sucked lightly at her delicate skin, his bristly face chafing her skin deliciously.

Unsnapping her bra, he exposed her heaving breasts. Leaning away from her, he pulled on her shirt and she lifted her arms for him to pull the shirt over her head. He took possession of her mouth again, crushing her chest into him. She fumbled with his shirt, and he pulled himself away from her long enough to jerk the shirt over his head and toss it onto the floor.

She put her hands to his chest, and said, "Get those jeans off too. Let's get the clothes out of the way. I want to feel your naked body against mine."

Their clothes fell to the floor in record time, and she revelled in the sight of his beautiful body. His perfect shoulders with the prominant arms rippled in the soft light, and as he pushed her toward the floor, she knew he meant to have her right then and there. She was overcome with desire as she allowed herself to be lowered, and his hands pressed her thighs apart as he pinned her underneath him.

She felt his scratchy face in the hollow between her breasts as he carressed both breasts, teasing the nipples and causing her to moan incoherently. She could feel his dick throbbing against her thigh, and the moisture flowing from between her legs. He moved his mouth back up to her neck and found his way to her ear, gasping, "The big dog is ready to devour the little kitty, love. Unless, of course, the pussycat doesnt want to be devoured..."

In response, she moaned loudly and pressed her pussy up to grind it on his dick. He guided himself into her her, nearly cumming at the feel of her pussy lips closing around his engorged member. He felt he expand to fit him, and murmured, "The sheath is the perfect fit for the sword.."

She moaned his name, begging him to continue. He smiled at the feel of her body writhing under his, and began to pump himself into her. As the friction of his dick caused the heat to build inside of her, her moans became louder, drowning out all concious thought. She wrapped her legs around his hips, drawing him deeper and deeper until he could feel the head of his dick bumping against her womb.

Her breath was coming in rapid gasps, and he could feel the muscles of her pussy beginning to contract as a powerful orgasm overtook her. As the heat spread through her body, she moaned his name repeatedly, and the sound of her voice combined with her spasms wrapping around him caused his control to disintegrate. He grunted as he hammered into her, hot surges of cum gushing from him, and filling her. He slumped over her, twitching, with gutteral primal moans escaping from him.

He slowly slid himself out of her now slick pussy, and dropped to his side by her. She rolled herself onto her side, and they lay gazing at one another, drinking in the sight of their sweat laden faces. He raised his hand to her cheek, sliding his index finger down to her lips and tracing them softly. She placed a light kiss on his finger, and his mouth curved into a satisfied smile.
She smiled as well and said, "That was some talk wasnt it?"

He giggled, and leaned forward, kissing her tenderly. She pulled herself up off the floor, grabbing him by the hand and pulling him up. They headed for the bedroom where they could relax on a comfortable bed.

They both laughed when she pointed out how she now had the proverbial 'wet spot' on her carpet and bemoaned the fact that she would have to use the carpet cleaner on it. He laughed as they collapsed onto the bed, saying "Nah, Love, I think you should leave it there, as a reminder of what a wonderful lover I am!"
She sputtered, giggling. "Ohhhh your head has swelled right on up, Mr. Crowe. What kind of monster have I created?"

A deep chuckle rumbled in his throat, and he said softly "Oh, I was a monster long before we ever met." as he grinned wickedly.

"Alas, the truth comes, no pun intended, out!" she giggled.

"The truth will come, no pun intended, out for you anyday, love." He leaned over her and nuzzled her neck with his scratchy cheek, eliciting a squeal and squirms from her.