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his head bent and his mouth captured her erect nipple. His tongue caressed the hard pebble like tip, his teeth capturing it and holding it prisoner. Sandra moaned; the feeling was slightly painful but erotic and very sensitive and she felt weak in the knees. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and as if reading her mind, he sat down on the sofa, cradling her on his lap.
    “I won’t keep you awake much longer,” he told her at last. “But I can’t let you tease me without a little retribution.” Sandra felt the sting of her blush coloring her cheeks and bit her lip to keep from giggling.
    “What evil plans do you have in mind this time, Lord Vader?” she asked him, watching his moist lips widen to a smile that seemed to encompass his eyes.
    “I thought I’d shag you down here and then take you to bed. If you fall asleep on me, at least you’ll be comfortably tucked in.”
    “When have I ever fallen asleep on you?” she asked with a frown, listening to his deep laughter echo around the room.
    “When haven’t you? What about when you played dominatrix? You passed out and left me to unfasten myself. Very impolite of you, but flattering that I could wear you out so easily without even touching you.”
    “That wasn’t my fault,” she insisted; feigning anger and irritation. “You push me past my point of exhaustion.”
    “So maybe I should just put you to bed now instead of making you suffer further?” Sandra gasped, slapping the heart tattoo on his shoulder.
    “Don’t you dare!” He laughed again, turning and laying her beneath him on the sofa.
    “Are you sure?” Creighton slipped his fingers into the front of her panties and pulled, causing them to tighten across her clitoris.
    “Positive,” she whispered, closing her eyes as his fingers began playing with her, caressing her labia. He grinned wickedly, taking her breast into his warm mouth and suckling on the nipple once again. She had no choice but to relent to his onslaught of passion, her legs bending to bring him closer to her.
    Creighton’s lips slowly moved from one breast to the other before trailing a hot path down her sternum to her navel, where he played with the delicate ring, his tongue teasing the tender flesh and smiling at the goose bumps that erupted across her flesh.
    Sandra closed her eyes as he removed her panties and sighed when his tongue traced his initials across her pubic area; it seemed to be a favorite act of his and one she relished immensely. His tongue teased and caressed her until she moaned; his long fingers parting her labia so he could explore her hidden treasure more thoroughly. She began feeling the welcoming embrace of the familiar dizziness she so long desired and moaned her acceptance; the tight contraction of her stomach sent a wave of heat along her thighs and when he slipped his long finger into her wet body, she cried out. Her back arched off the sofa, her hands wound in his thick hair, pulling him closer as the onslaught of his torture deepened; his tongue licking and playing with her clitoris as two fingers slipped into her, thrusting and circling around the upper wall of her vagina.
    She felt like there was no end to her climax and she cried out again, calling him by name. He rose above her suddenly, replacing his fingers with the engorged tip of his penis and pushed through, hard and deep. Her legs were lifted higher as his hands locked behind her knees, taking him in deeper and she growled, spurring him onward. His actions became more demanding, more urgent and within a few heated moments he was joining her, his body tensing as he spilled his seed into her, growling out her name.
    Seconds turned to minutes as they lay together on the sofa, their breaths expelled in deep pants, their skin moist with sweat. Sandra found her muscles quivering around his erection, tightening and releasing on their own accord as he groaned, turning his head into her neck.
    “You are going to kill me,” he whispered; his