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danced down his chest, splaying along the tense muscles in his stomach. She didn't stop her exploration until her fingers grazed his shaft. Chris started at the sensation of her callused hands on his hardened flesh. Her fingers closed around him, warm and sure, drawing upward from the base to the tip, then returning for another stroke. The pleasure became almost painful, and he put his hand on hers. |
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"Stop. I'll" He sighed and bit his lip. |
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"You'll what, Christ?" She made a sound deep in her throathalfway between a chuckle and a sigh. Ignoring his hand, she continued to stroke him. |
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When he perched so close to the edge he could barely keep from tumbling into the abyss she drew him over her, guiding him to her moist entrance. He clenched his teeth and held back. |
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"What?" she gasped, her voice a sob. "You can't do this to me again, Christian. I'll kill you." |
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She shook her head, moving it back and forth on the pillow. Her eyes met his and she smiled, her breath puffed out in harsh little pants. "The only thing I'll catch, Christian, is a part of you. That's all right." She touched him again, and he moaned. "It's all right," she whispered. |
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She raised her legs to his hips and placed her palms against his buttocks, pulling him toward her once more. He went with a deep forward thrust that had them both groaning. His arms began to shake with tension as he held his upper body still above her while his lower body moved in slowly, sinuously. |
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