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Hot and moist. Her words were spoken so low, they vibrated against skin stretched so tight and hot, he thought he might combust. Wait. She said something? He finally looked down to see her, one hand on each of his thighs, her face an inch away from his swollen cock and looking right at him.
    “What did you say?” The words spilled out of his mouth, making them into one long slurred word.
    Her eyes twinkled. “Condoms? Did you bring some?”
    He blinked a few times. Think, Marc. Focus. “Oh, yeah…yeah. In my pocket.”
    She kissed his balls again, this time with a little swipe of her tongue. He sucked air through his clenched teeth. He trained his gaze on the light fixture. If he watched her, on her knees between his and looking up at him with that fire behind her eyes, he’d lose what little control he’d maintained. Another kiss, a press of her parted lips, a swirl of her tongue at the base of his cock. Long, hot, and wet. Her hands gripped his legs, her fingernails dug into his thighs, spreading them apart.
    “Marienna…”
    “Hmm?”
    “I need to be inside you.” He choked out the words.
    She kissed the tip of his cock, that same long, slow, French kiss, her tongue teasing the slit. “How do you want me, Lieutenant?”
    He loved the way his title sounded coming from her lips. He groaned, but managed to speak fairly clearly. “I want you every way. Right now, face down on the bed.”
    She crawled onto the bed, and he took a few deep breaths to control himself before fumbling through his pockets. He rolled on a condom and looked at her. Her ass, so perfectly round and flawless, rose then curved down to her spine. He followed the dip of her backbone and up until he met her eyes. Oh, God, the woman was smiling at him. She enjoyed his appraisal.
    “You look so hot.” He let his hands roam over her skin. Soft, warm, and a gorgeous shade of brown. “Beautiful,” he whispered. He moved onto the bed and covered her, his cock wedged between her ass cheeks, his legs lying between hers, and he slid his hands up her arms to weave their fingers together. “I’m about to come and I haven’t even kissed you.”
    “Then quit messing around.”
    He kissed her through their smiles. The angle was awkward, but she had no problem sucking on his tongue. She tasted sweet, like sweet spices. Caramel. Woman. He stroked inside her mouth,
    He hooked his chin on her shoulder and relaxed atop her. Her ass cradled his cock perfectly, gripping him in the warmth. He couldn’t help but send it deeper into the crevice with a long, grinding stroke.
    “Spread for me, Marienna. Wide.”
    She did, and he adjusted his hips, just enough to position the head of his cock at her entrance. Her heat enfolded him, drawing him in. One quick movement and he slid home.
    “Holy Mother.”
    “God, yes,” she panted. Her pussy squeezed him. Tight.
    He hissed. The need to start pumping inside her was almost too much to resist when every instinct told him to fill her fully, completely. “Do that again.”
    He had no idea how she did it, but he swore he felt her muscles grip him in undulating waves from the tip of his prick down to the base and straight to his balls. Like some exotic sex toy from his dreams.
    He untangled his fingers from hers to tuck his hands underneath her. Her tits were flattened against the sheet. He held them in his hands, pinching and rolling her nipples until she writhed beneath him. The movement shifted her walls around his erection, but he wasn’t ready to fuck her yet. This felt way too damn good.
    He latched on to her neck. The bruise he’d left on her earlier made his blood boil. He soothed the mark with a long kiss, and his cock thickened. She milked him again.
    His control snapped. He sent his prick deep into her, then started a rudimentary humping that should have embarrassed him with his sloppiness. Quick, short strokes. Each inch he withdrew made him crazy to get back inside her. She moaned, a high-pitched keening