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His chest rose and fell faster as we watched each other. He was the first to break our trance, slowly moving across the room until his body was flush with mine. My breathing was ragged as I gazed up at him, wishing, waiting, wanting.

With no more words exchanged, he crashed his lips against mine, kissing me with enough passion to take my breath away. Butterflies spread across my belly. I knew that I craved him, but with that kiss, I couldn’t deny the connection we had. My bodybuckled as I gave in to every emotion I felt. I melted into him and his kiss.

When he pulled away, he sat down on the bed and looked up at me. “I want you to come on my tongue.” He licked his lips and scanned my body with a heated gaze. “And then I want you to come on my dick.” He put his hand on my hip and situated me in front of him. “Can you handle that?”

My stomach flipped as I looked at his thick dick protruding from his body. Breathing heavily, I nodded. “Yes.”

Slowly, he lay back, never taking his eyes off me. “Then come sit on my face.”

He didn’t have to ask me again.

I bit my lip as I climbed onto the bed and straddled his handsome face.

“Don’t tease me, baby. Sit,” he growled. “Let me taste this pretty pussy.”

The moment I got my legs comfortably under me, he wrapped his arms around my thick thighs and pulled me solidly onto his mouth. His nose nuzzled against my clit as he adjusted me.

“Mmmm,” he groaned before his tongue ran up and down my slit.

I gasped.

Grabbing my breasts, I tweaked my nipples as I gave in to the sensation he was causing within me.

“Yessssssssssssssssss,” I hissed as he flattened his tongue when I started grinding against him. “Russ, that feels so good.”

He sucked and flicked as I rode his face. His skilled mouth found my most sensitive spot and I felt the orgasm building. I couldn’t make out what he was saying, but the sounds that came out of him drove me closer to the edge.

“Russsssssssssssssss,” I moaned his name wantonly. “Please don’t stop.”

His fingers dug into the fleshiness of my thighs as my body started giving in to the attention he was giving my clit.

“Oh shit!” I cried out as I came hard.

My body quivered with pleasure as I writhed above him, until I tipped forward and collapsed on a pile of pillows.

“You taste so fucking good,” he said breathlessly.

I was in a heap, and my skin hummed with the second orgasm of the night. As he got up to grab a condom, my body shuddered with satisfaction and anticipation for more. Watching him roll the latex over his thick dick, I stretched my legs out as I slowly regained the ability to move.

The bed dipped as he crawled over to me. Situating himself between my legs, he caged me with his arms. He hovered above me, his muscles flexing under his weight as he balanced himself.

“How are you this beautiful and this sexy at the same time?” he asked me quietly, pushing my legs open wider.

I caressed his shoulders and up his neck. When my hands moved to his face, I pulled him closer until our lips touched. “Magic,” I breathed.

The kiss was sensual and soaked in desire, with my juices coating his beard. I could taste myself on his tongue and that reminded me of the pleasure he’d just caused me. His touch, his kiss, his scent sent chills from my head to my toes and incited the fire between my thighs. The pull deep in my belly caused me to clench tightly and throb with anticipation.

“Oh, you’re definitely magic…” His voice broke sexily as he moved his body forward. “You kept me thinking about being inside you every day since I last saw you…” He rubbed his dick against my wetness. “And not just because it feels so good sliding into you…” He rubbed himself against my clit. “And not just because this pussy is so wet… and tight… and fucking perfect…” He held my hips to keep me still and lined himself up at my opening. “With you, everything else disappears.” He let my wetness suck the head of him in and we moaned in unison. “And that’s what makes you fucking magic.”

“Ohmigod,” I moaned.

I knew it wasn’t going to take much to get me off. I was already primed for it and when I looked in his eyes, I shuddered.

What he said was sexy as hell. But combined with his thickness spearing into me, my mind and body were in sensory overload. Hearing his voice break from lust, smelling his cologne on his skin,feeling his body weight on mine, tasting the sweetness of his kiss, and watching the pleasure on his face as he filled me inch by inch was everything.

“Russ,” I whimpered, already on the brink of another orgasm. I dug my fingers into his shoulders as I felt him adjusting to the tight fit. “Russsssssssss.”

He was buried inside of me, but he didn’t move. “Fuck,” he swore. “This fucking pussy is perfect.”

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