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back, his cock teasing with its blunt head and pulsing shaft against her body. He ran the cloth through the soap and over one breast, then lingered for a moment to stroke her nipple, before curling around to cup her briefly. It was maddening—the sensation of his touch and yet not his touch, the friction of the cloth making her ache, her nipples so hard they hurt. She moaned as he moved to the other breast, his hand that lay flat on her belly, sliding lower, fingers inching toward her clit. She wanted him there, and rocked her hips to let him know how much.
    He chucked again. “You want me to touch you, baby?”
    She nodded, bit her lip and pushed her ass against his thighs.
    â€œHow badly?” His words were sultry, making her wet with hot desire. He liked to control things, and that was okay for now.
    She parted her legs slightly and moved her hand to slide past his, knowing she was antagonizing him, wanting to see his reaction. He didn’t disappoint.
    â€œNah uh, darlin’, that ain’t gonna happen. It’s my turn to touch.” She could hear the smile in his voice as he dropped the cloth and snagged her wrists, yanking them behind her back into his firm grip.
    She was trapped in one of his massive hands and she liked it. She feigned a struggle and he tugged her back, her shoulder blades almost touching together, breasts on display. He nuzzled her neck, murmuring something into her flesh that sounded dirty just in tone. He nipped her, teeth scraping along her shoulder.
    â€œI bet you taste sweet.”
    He dipped his free hand down, his fingers splaying her pussy, cinching her clit between them, tugging her lips briefly before dipping into her, coating himself in her juices, teasing her aching bud with rough pressure. She moaned when he retracted his fingers. He lifted them to his mouth, sucking them in. She laid her head back to see, watching his face as he tasted her for the first time.
    He groaned. “I want to eat you up.”
    She shivered as he trailed his fingers down her neck, his other hand clenching her wrists tighter forcing her breasts to jut out to meet his roving hand. He cupped, then pinched, before pulling on one hard nipple. Driving her mad with achy desire as he left her breast and continued his trek down to her clit.
    He nipped her throat again and she shivered, the tug of a memory there, just beyond her reach. It was a familiar sensation, Dyami biting her. The tattoos on her body pulsed, heating her up and making her tingle. He was doing something to her—something that felt so very right.
    His fingers circled her clit, stroking her, tapping her, using pressure one second then a feather-light touch the next. She wanted his mouth there, wondered what his talented tongue could do with her most sensitive part.
    â€œDy,” she moaned as he entered her, two fingers stretching her out and gliding against her clit with each pass. Her orgasm mounted quickly, the sensation building as her pussy clenched tight around his fingers, her whole body shaking when the first wave hit with such intensity that her legs wobbled. He pulled his fingers from her again, offering them to her, running them along her bottom lip. She darted out her tongue to taste, then sucked his fingers into her mouth. She swallowed the taste of her passion as she circled and licked. Letting him know just what payback was going to be like.

Chapter Nine
    She was sitting on his face. A scene that would rival any porn he’d ever watched, mainly because it was happening to him. His lips were on her pussy, his tongue lapping inside, swallowing her cream as he played with her perfect, perky little tits with both his hands. He didn’t care that he couldn’t exactly breathe, or that his cock felt like it was ready to explode from neglect—he wouldn’t trade this for anything. She rocked her hips as he nipped on her clit, her juice running down his chin. She leaned forward slightly,