| "His Mighty Member" by XenaFan911 |
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| Her hand rubbed against the warm, hard ridges of his chest, stirring him from sleep. Dark brown eyes met hers in the early morning light. He started to speak, but she placed her finger against his lips as she slid her body onto his. "Happy Birthday, baby." She kissed him softly, letting her lips trail down his throat to his chest. The moment her tongue brushed his nipple she could feel his member press against her thigh. A smile crossed her lips as she continued to nip and suck at his nipple, working her way across his chest to the other one. He squirmed a bit beneath her and the placed her hands on his shoulders to still him. "Please�" "Just sit back and enjoy," she murmured around the flesh she was kissing. She let her hands move along his sides as she lowered her kisses, soon coming to a thick mound of hair. Her hands replaced her lips, taking hold of what he liked to call his "man sacks", gently rubbing them and watching the reaction she was getting. His whole body tensed, knowing what was going to come next. His hands reached for her, but again, she gently pushed them away. "I want to touch you," he pleaded. "After. I promise." Her voice was like a low rumble, seductive and sweet all at once. Her hands now grasped his mighty member, at first lightly stroking it, then allowing the strokes to increase until it began to harden. He drew in a breath when her lips descended upon him. He leaned on his elbows so he could see her as she began to move him in and out of her mouth. Teeth brushed against his over-sensitized skin, driving him wild with anticipation. His lover knew just how long, just how much he could take and she was using that to her advantage now. Pale blue eyes gazed up at him as she continued her work. She winked at him and he groaned. Her left hand gripped his base, holding him steady as she increased the thrusts. Her right hand found the place near his sack that she new without a doubt would help drive him over the edge. He grunted and groaned, trying to keep quiet as she continued to thrust his mighty member into her mouth�again and again�he pushed his hips toward her by reflex, his hands gripping the sheets as he felt it begin. She was taking her time. He knew she was taking her time and enjoying his torture. As he gazed down at her, only able to see her ebony tresses now, he realized he would have to return the favor. He would�it hit him so fast he barely had time to realize it. The edge was right there and she took him over it with the skill of one who knew him as only she did. Her lips tightened upon his mighty member as he released himself, moaning with the ecstasy of the moment. He was able to look up just enough to see her swallow his load, a huge grin upon her face. Breathing heavily, he lay back on the bed, allow the most incredible sensation to coarse through his body. How in Hades had he gotten lucky enough to find a woman with such�skill? She slid up his sweat-moistened body, her ample breasts grazing against his sensitive skin. She gathered him in her arms and whispered against his ear, "I love you. Happy Birthday." He grinned like an idiot, taking her face into his hands and kissing her thoroughly, enjoying the taste of himself on her lips. "Thanks." She nibbled on his lower lip, her eyes almost gray with her desire. "I�m not done." Brown eyebrows shot up in surprise as she released him to straddle his hips. Her hands began a gentle massage of his chest, relaxing him once again. She continued her ministrations until she knew he was ready. Strong hands grasped his slick member, stroking it with practiced ease until it was hard again. She found him looking at her and kept contact with his eyes as she slid him inside her moist, warm folds. He reached up to steady her hips as she began a ritual as old as time. Her hips thrust against his, riding him like the man she always knew him to be. No one knew him like she did. No one understood him like she did. And no one could do the things she could do to him. He thought of this as she continued her sensual ride, holding her by the hips and hoping to last just a little longer this time. Last longer just for her. It was building in him again. Her eyes were closed now and from her soft moans, he knew she was close. He concentrated on fixing Argo�s shoes, pushing himself to hang on for just a few more seconds� It was like an explosion of black powder. They reached the crest together, each crying out the other�s name just before she collapsed on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her, and then smoothed back the ebony bangs from her sweat-moistened forehead. "You�re amazing." "So are you." She looked up at him, her eyes holding his. "Thanks." "Thanks? For what?" He chuckled; caressing her soft cheek with is fingertips. "You did all the work." This made her laugh, but she soon grew very serious. "I meant, thanks for marrying me. I never thought I would ever find happiness, but that�s exactly what you�ve given me." He kissed away a tear as it fell from her eye. "Ah, Meg. You make me just as happy. I should be thanking you." She grinned that crooked grin that he adored so much, and then lightly punched him in the shoulder. "Ok, Joxer, enough mushy stuff. Wanna go again?" He grinned, too, rolling her onto her back, pinning her there. "Oh yeah!" |
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