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further, pausing to
caress circles just inside her. Eagerness dripped down his
knuckles, inviting deeper exploration. Moments later his middle
finger discovered the rippled flesh defining her G-spot. His thumb
hovered over her panties, bared against her stiffed clitoris. She
rocked her hips forward to align his grip into
perfection.
    Sophie unlatched her bra, then dropped
it on the floor. She squeezed her breasts together, offering them
for his consumption. She reached down, traced his cock beneath his
jeans, pausing for a firm squeeze until she forced his moan. He
laid his head back against the chair. She kissed along his neck,
then brought up her arms to continue unbuttoning his shirt. The
garment soon landed beside hers. Tribal flames running up Lucas's
arm flowed down over his firm pectoral where they spiraled into
extinction around his nipple. Her hands grazed his chest, savoring
flesh raised over captured ink, and trailed down the thin path of
dark hair leading under his waist band.
    Pleasure surged up through her body,
soft moans escaped her. Delight glimmered in his eyes as he finally
figured out the proper combination to gratify her with
uncontrollable tremors.
    It had been far too long since a man
had touched her as if he had known her since the beginning of time.
His fingers melted into her, bringing forth early waves of climax.
She wanted to release, to come so badly at his touch, but she
fought the urge by squeezing her pussy around his fingers. "Not
yet," a whisper slipped past her lips.
    Sophie softly pulled his hand away from
her pussy, and brought it to her lips to suckle her own juices from
each finger. She slid to her knees between his legs while never
breaking her stare into his eyes. Her hands started at his knees,
massaged their way up his thighs until they convened at the bulge
beneath his zipper. Lucas rocked his hips up, making it easier for
her to pull off his jeans. She was surprised to see he wasn't
wearing any underwear, and if her instincts were right, he probably
never did.
    She paused, taking in the sight of his
hard cock rising up, twitching a bit from every heartbeat coursing
through it. Sophie reached out, grabbed the base of his shaft with
one hand and cupped his neatly shaved balls with the other. She
savored the heat from his body, slowly stroking along his smooth
skin. Lucas stared down her, softly chewing his lip. His cock
bulged and flexed at her mercy. Sophie smiled not at him, but at
his magnificent cock, which she could already imagine slipping
inside her. She raised herself on her knees, ignored the cold
flooring biting in, then leaned forward to kiss his
cock.
    Sophie slid him inside her mouth,
gradually accepting his length down her throat to the point which
almost made her gag. Almost. She curbed the urge, pulling her head
back until the head of his cock filled her mouth. Her tongue
explored every contour and reveled in the lust searing from him.
His moans made her wetter, his taste drove her mad. She refused to
look up at his face, relying instead on memories of her dream along
a painted beach. Softly she kissed each firm ball, sucking them one
by one into her mouth to roll around with her tongue while she
stroked his erection against her smooth cheek.
    Lucas gently lifted her head towards
his, engaging her in a heated kiss. He stood, forcing her to stand
as well, sliding off both her skirt and panties all at once. She
started to unlatch a garter when he held her hand in his. "Please
leave them on."
    She moved her hand away, kissing him
instead of replying, and massaged his cock against her stomach. She
turned slowly, stroking his cock past her thigh, then over her ass.
Sophie bent over the bar table, caressing her ass while spreading
her stance. Lucas dropped to his knees, shoved his mouth against
her pussy, and sucked her clit between his lips. His tongue ran up
through her slit, then found her asshole where it hovered before
his mouth enveloped the puckered flesh. His fingers