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say otherwise. He had cried out, and she had caused his delight.
    His chest rose and fell with labored breaths.
    She sat back on her feet and stared at his penis as the flesh shriveled. Her hand trailed up the inside of his thigh and traced the base of the rod with her fingers. The hairs created a black nest for his manhood to lie against. Could she arouse him again? She glanced at his face. A small smile curved his lips but he still didn’t move. She bit her lip and stared at his flaccid sex, then wrapped her hand about the prick.
    He chuckled. “Not yet, sweet.” His hand possessed her wrist. “Come here. My turn.”
    He rose up on his elbows with lazy, passion-filled eyes, and yanked her atop him. Rolling, he pinned her beneath him. Face-to-face, chest-to-chest, and hips-to-stomach, her legs so wantonly wrapped about his. He was so large. With the tip of his finger, he traced her cheekbone.
    â€œUmm.” Kenny shook his head, leaned down, and licked a trail to her ear. “More beautiful,” he whispered. Twinges raced through her, and gooseflesh scattered on her skin. The situation was the same as years ago, except this time they both wished to take things to full coitus.
    â€œKenny.”
    â€œShh, my turn, sweet.”
    He leaned back and wedged his leg between hers. Lifting and shifting himself, he freed her skirts from his legs and laid them upon her stomach. He did not touch her, and her legs spread farther in seek of his touch. Still nothing. The muscles of her sex grasped readily at the air, trying to find any part of him to ease their desire. She leaned up to see him staring at her sex. Why was he doing that? “Touch me, Kenny, please. I’m about to burst.”
    â€œShh, sweet, I know.”
    The backs of his hands feathered the inside of her legs. Her muscles jumped and clenched, hips rising in invitation for the touch that would not come. Her legs trembled. His fingers gripped the bare skin of her bum and lifted, tilting her up.
    â€œGod, you’re beautiful. Deep crimson. With black lace.” His thumbs traced her bumhole, moving up her slick lips and spreading them. She groaned so deep the tenor vibrated though her womb. The sensation contracted her sex, and she arched her hips to him.
    â€œPlease, Kenny…please,” she whimpered.
    Warm wet tongue traced her slit, back to front, flicking that special place.
    â€œKenny!” she cried out. Her muscles spasmed with such intensity, she screamed again. Tears streamed down the sides of her face, and her breath jittered with each hard contraction from her womb.
    â€œBetter, sweet?” He leaned forward and gazed into her eyes.
    Good God, she was a wanton. One lick and she spent for him.
    His finger traced the line of one of her tears. “Can you take more, Hannah?”
    All she could do was nod.
    â€œI’m going to make you scream twice as hard. It is the most beautiful sound.” His voice was a raspy choke.
    She nodded again, wanting his hard prick to fill her, to stretch her and make her release.
    He leaned back, grasped her bum in his hands, and swirled her blissful place with his tongue. Her whole body trembled, and the muscles in her womb tightened. Good Lord. Each stroke of his tongue probed and laved her slit, tightening her muscles lick by lick.
    She couldn’t stay still; she needed to touch him. Her hands wandered to his hair and let the mass of tangled strands run though her fingers. A deep groan came from between her legs, vibrating her sex. The bliss built higher.
    He braced his shoulders against her knees, spreading her wider. Touches ran down the curve of her bum and into her slit, parting her flesh so his tongue could explore. His tongue worshipped the lips, the blissful place, and the space before her bumhole.
    Her hips arched and wiggled as she tried to get him to enter her. With the next lick, his tongue pressed in.
    â€œOh God, Kenny!” Her body arched off the