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down over him. She felt his fingers tighten on her scalp even as his cock tensed and hardened, signaling his release.
    When his sac tightened in her hand, she knew. She went deep, sucking hard, something inside her reveling in his loud gasp, followed by a cry as his seed filled her mouth and rolled over her tongue.
    Even after he finished and lay there limp and panting, she stayed where she was, holding him in her mouth, not wanting to let go. When she finally lifted her head, his fingers had gone lax in her hair and his eyes were closed.
    “Well?” she asked.

    * * * *

    “That was…holy crap, that was…amazing!” Better than amazing, it was fan-fucking-tastic. He forced his eyes open and looked at her to see an expression of wry amusement on her face.
    “And I wasn’t even being creative,” she gently teased as she crawled up the bed to lie next to him. “Just imagine how good it would have felt if I’d done more.”
    He shook his head. “Nothing could have felt better than that.”
    “Oh, I’m sure there’s lots of things we’ll do over the next few centuries that will feel a lot better than that.”
    He didn’t want to contemplate if that was a literal or figurative comment. He rolled on top of her and kissed her. “Time for me to return the favor.”
    She wore that amused expression again. “Ever gone down on a woman?”
    “There’s a first time for everything, isn’t there?”
    Her smile widened. “Maybe the first, but definitely not the last, if I have my way.”
    He slowly worked his way down her body. She felt smooth and warm under his hands. He stroked her skin, afraid he’d wake up from this wonderful dream. She wove her fingers through his hair and pulled his lips to one of her breasts. The sweet, happy moan he drew from her hardened him again. He cupped her breasts and spent long, slow, sweet minutes teasing her, from one side to the other, enjoying the way her nipples tightened under his tongue before he continued his southerly sojourn.
    Except for a narrow, neatly trimmed landing strip of hair, her mound was completely bare. He licked her navel, her hands never leaving his head, her breathing growing more rapid the closer he approached to his intended target. Her sweet, musky scent of arousal made him want to fuck her right then and there.
    She pulled her legs up, fully exposing herself to him and he let out a sharp cry as he dove for her. He had to taste her, the craving filling his soul. She let out a soft mewling sound as he slowly licked her. His tongue dipped inside her, a moan of his own tumbling from him as her sweet taste her filled his brain.
    Wrapping his hands around her thighs, he settled in and assumed that her positive noises and the fact that she eagerly ground her hips against his face meant she enjoyed his ministrations. After a few minutes, she let out a loud cry as her back arched and her body tensed.
    He didn’t relent, flicking at her clit with his tongue as she rolled her head back and forth, moaning. Her entire body twisted under him until one last cry, louder than the rest, ripped through her and she went limp.
    He lifted his mouth from her and kissed her left thigh, then her right, and smiled up at her. “How was that?”

    * * * *

    In disbelief, Dewi raised her head to look at him. “How was that ?” She dropped her head to the bed again and laughed at his pleased expression. “Oh, fuck me, baby, that was great!”
    He laughed. She loved his laugh. “I’m glad.”
    “No, I mean it. Fuck me. Right now. I want you inside me.”
    He worked his way up the bed and she wrapped her arms around him. “Yes, ma’am.”
    She grinned as his hard shaft slid between the pleasantly swollen lips of her sex. “Smart ass.” She kissed him, tasting her juices on his lips, his mouth capturing her happy moan as he thrust hard and deeply inside her.
    Every stroke he took sent her body rolling along another wave of blissful pleasure. Never before had anything ever felt