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missed that part of their relationship most of all.
Inside the house, he plopped her down, standing her on bare feet on the living room
floor. She dug her toes into the soft squishy carpet.
I can t believe you spanked me. A lazy grin tugged the corners of his mouth up,
compromising the stern tone he used.
It seemed like a good thing to do at the time. She waggled her brows at him. You
can return the favor later.
Minx. He sidled closer to her.
You know it ... She didn t finish because his lips claimed her mouth savagely, taking
her into a kiss that was a branding. His tongue explored her, dipping in to sway against hers,
probing in and out.
Her body burned with wants and needs. Her pussy pulsed in time with her heart.
Damn, she d had him the day before. But her desire hadn t ebbed in the slightest. In fact, she
wanted him more than ever.
She stroked at his broad shoulders, loving the feel of them. His muscles flexed and
stretched under her fingertips. She loved the play. Her nose tickled with chlorine and some
type of spicy aftershave, which somehow he made work for him. His skin would taste of salt
and chlorine, too. She couldn t wait to get her mouth on him. She d kiss him everywhere.
One of his hands came up to caress the nape of her neck, sliding in up under her mass
of hair to the skin underneath, stroking gently before moving to her shoulder to slide one
strap of her bathing suit down. All the fine hairs on her skin prickled up and a shudder shook
her as she anticipated his next move. His mouth moved from hers to her neck, trailing down
to follow the strap as it moved further down her arm. He nipped her collarbone as his other
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hand pulled down the second strap. His tongue traced a path where the straps had come
down.
The top gaped away from her breasts as the straps went completely down her arms to
her elbows. You have such beautiful breasts. He skimmed kisses over their tops. The feel of
his tongue was soft, yet a little raspy as it slid over the sensitized skin.
Hrmph. Not the intelligible noise she d intended. She urged his mouth lower by
shifting her body, and with her hands. And apparently he could read minds. Because not
only did his hands slide down the top, freeing her from any bindings, his mouth eagerly
drew in a nipple, sucking it into fiery wet depths. Her neck arched back. Moisture slickened
her willing pussy. His tongue circled the nipple, going outwards in ever-increasing circular
swipes.
When he reached her other nipple, her whole body melted into a gooey puddle. Only
his hands strategically placed on her ass kept her from sinking to the floor. As it was, she put
more weight onto him. He knew her so well, knew how much she liked this and couldn t
handle standing whenever he did it.
Releasing her nipple, he looked up into her face. His eyes glowed like sapphires,
blazing out a passion that captured her in its wake. Like, sweetheart? He nipped the side of
her breast. Then laved his tongue across to sooth the skin he d teased.
Yes. Yes, I like. She swallowed, trying to slow down her breathing. Her eyes
surveyed the room, looking for the perfect place to continue this. A green easy chair rested
by the fireplace and a set of windows. Yes, that would do nicely.
He d promised her on top, and she was taking advantage of the promise.
She pushed at his head, getting lost from her goal as her fingers touched his hair. So
thick and silky, it slid softly through her fingers. She ruffled it before guiding him to the
chair.
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What are we doing? She put one finger on his chest and pushed again. The back of
his knees reached the chair s front.
Sit down.
Got plans for me, do you?
She licked her lips. Oh, yeah. She let the suit slip down the rest of her body, making
her as naked as he was. His eyes seemed to drink her in.
He sat down, spreading his legs apart. His cock stood out at attention between his
muscular thighs.
Yum.
She ran a hand down his chest, playing with the crisp hairs before circling his flat
nipple. It was only a shade darker than his brown skin. Her fingernail flicked it. Not hard
enough to hurt, but enough to bring around a jump from Drake.
Hey, now.
Hush, you big baby. She leaned in and fastened her mouth on his nipple, swirling her
tongue over before sucking. He leaned back more in the chair. It made a creak. Surely the
chair was strong enough to hold them both. She didn t want a repeat of the table. This chair
was just old and noisy. The latter was what she was going to make Drake.
His hand came up to cup her breast, gently squeezing. She slightly rocked back. Ah,
ah. None of that.
I don t get to touch you? His lips fanned out into a mock pout. She ran her fingers
over them. When she withdrew her fingers, he moved his jaw back and forth, probably
because of the tickle.
Later. There d be many rounds of getting reacquainted. But for now, it s my turn.
Don t make me tie you up.
He chuckled from deep in his chest. The sound rumbled out. Later, I m going to tie
you up.
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Shivers radiated out from the inside. God, she loved that. It had been too damn long.
The bed here was perfect for it. And no one did it like Drake.
She leaned down to treat his other nipple to the fun fest the first had had. Racing her
tongue back and forth across it, she caressed his neck and shoulders with her hand. Slowly,
she kissed downwards, planting big wet kisses down his six-pack abs. You still work out.
He d stayed fit for being on stage and in front of the camera.
He shrugged. I m used to it.
She tickled along his belly button, before sliding her body lower, her head level with
his cock. It twitched before her eyes. A little bit of pre-come rested in the tip. She clutched
his cock in one hand, drawing it out, swirling her pointer finger in the wetness. She lifted
her hand as his cock rose with it. Stroking her thumb slowly down the velvety skin, she
wrapped her hand around it again. He caught his breath.
Leaning forward, she dabbled her tongue on its tip. While it was still wet, she blew
softly onto his cock. His body broke out into goosebumps, the hairs rising. He splayed out his
thighs a bit more.
Lowering her head, she sucked in slightly, enveloping his tip. She blew softly again.
His breathing hitched, and his hands clutched at the sides of his chair.
This time she took him in partway down his length, laving her tongue around the
bottom. She pulled back to blow softly.
God. What are you doing?
Her lips pulled back into a grin. Giving you a blow job.
He groaned deep in his throat at her joke. And she went down, taking all of him into
her mouth at once. His hips bucked slightly. Slowly, up and down his length she went from
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