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drawing them down over his hips and stepping out of them. He folded them, too, as meticulously as if he were folding clothes for sale. Her hand slid to her nipple as if by its own volition and she tweaked it impatiently as she watched him fold his pants, naked except for his boxer briefs. Come on, already , she thought. Don't tease me. Fuck me.  
     
    The sizable bulge tented its tight cotton prison, and she fought her urge to drop to her knees, crawl across the floor to him, and rub her face over the outline of his confined length. Instead she remained on the bed as he sauntered over, squeezing himself, and gave her knees a little slap until she spread them wide. "That's it," he said, his voice husky as she flattened her thighs to the bed, spread like wings. "Just like that, Baby. Let me see you." He smoothed his dark hand over the scrap of fabric covering her mound, and his thumb teased the damp, heated folds. When she sighed and arched against his touch, he chuckled and withdrew his hand.
     
    "Patience, Baby."
     
    "Don't tease me," she begged. Her limbs were on fire, the boiling between her thighs so intense she wanted nothing more than to rub herself off against any surface. When he climbed over her on his hands and knees, she thought, finally, I can have him inside me.
     
    But Alejandro had no such plans. Instead he ordered her to keep her hands flat on the bed while he licked and nibbled her mouth.
     
    "I thought about this all night," he breathed as his teeth caught her bottom lip. "You, like this. Waiting. Willing. All mine." He lowered himself to his elbows and cradled her head in one hand as he continued to kiss her. The space between their bodies filled with their collective heat and she swore she could feel his skin on hers, even though they were inches apart.
     
    He reached down and tugged at the thong, pulling it tight and then twisting it so that the fabric rubbed torturously over her clit. She cried out from the delicious ache and he whispered, "So wet. So ready. I want to make you come until you can't stand it anymore and then I want to bury myself inside you."
     
    All the while the fabric twisted, rubbed, slick on slick in the delta of her thighs. She tried to close her legs but he planted his knees firmly on the bed between her own. "I own this mouth," he growled, sucking her bottom lip between his teeth. "I own this cunt," he continued, tugging the fabric upward so that her back arched off the bed from the delicious abrasion.
     
    Ali whimpered when she felt the buzz start in her womb, radiating outward, down her thighs and across her belly. Her legs began to shake as Alejandro kissed down her neck, finding the one spot guaranteed to drive her wild. His tongue danced against the sensitive spot on her throat, and with a final twist of the fabric he pushed her over the edge. Ali choked out his name as her orgasm consumed her, thrashing her head until he grabbed her hair and held her still.
     
    "That's it, Baby. Just ride it. You're so beautiful when you come." He released his grip on her panties and the loss of pressure made her wail in frustration.
     
    But Alejandro wasn't finished. He crawled down her quivering body, trailing soft kisses over her breasts and belly, across her hip, and down the inside of her thigh. The sensation of his beard on the delicate skin at the apex of her thighs so soon after orgasm made her grit her teeth from the overload. But it was nothing compared to the thrill of him tugging aside the lace with his thumb while dipping the tip of his tongue into the pooling nectar her panties had concealed. He made a sound deep in his throat, like a contented animal feeding, and his tongue took up a steady rhythm, swiping back and forth and then in circles until her thighs quivered again.
     
    "No, no, no," she moaned. "It's too much-- too much--" He was really licking her, his tongue probing deep, and then he sucked her clit between his lips and eased his finger inside her. She felt