coming here. Now I have. So I need to go." She motioned with her hand for him to move aside so she could pass.
"That was the only reason," his eyes gleamed with amusement mixed with a raw lust.
He reached out and brushed the side of her face with the back of his hand.
She closed her eyes and allowed herself a moment to bask in his touch. Just the touch of his cool hand against her face in combination to the scent of his cologne stirred the now familiar feelings of desire within her. Heat began to emerge between her legs. Those feelings were horribly hard to ignore now.
He took a step forward closing the distance between them. Leaning down his lips grazed hers lightly, teasing, as his fingers found their way into her long black locks, then trailed down to skim the nape of her neck.
"Tell me why your really here Gina," he whispered in her ear. His breath on her ear and neck sent shivers down her spine. His other hand snaked its way around her waist and drew her into him. She moaned in anticipation, her pussy growing wetter by the second as the anticipation built.
"To thank you," she chocked. She placed her palms against him chest, his skin was so smooth, chest so hard. She attempted to push herself away from him, but he held tight to her.
She couldn't gather the willpower to do anything but touch him, feel him, explore every part of his body. She had been deceiving herself earlier, it wasn't a glamour he had put on her, and the attraction wasn't due to a faulty amulet. It was him. He had a magnetism that she could no longer deny herself.
He laughed quietly. He knew why she had come. She couldn't sleep for the same reason he couldn't, the memory of what happened earlier was too intense in both their minds.
She had run off scared but she didn't fool him, he knew she wanted and needed him as much as he of her.
He moved aside and took a second to close the still open front door.
She froze for a moment. Leave now or it'll be too late, She mind warned her but she wasn't interested in listening to reason. The only thing she was listening to now was her body and her body needed his touch, his mouth, his growing shaft. She reached down and grasped his cock outside of his pants. He was already erect but growing larger at her touch.
He growled, a deep primal noise that excited her further. In one swift movement he scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to the black velvet chaise towards the back of the living room. He laid her down carefully, as if she were the most precious, fragile thing he had ever handled. He was about to lay down next to her when she sat up and put up a hand to stop him.
"Wait," she commanded with a devilish look on her face.
She reached out cupped his hard, tight ass in her hands, pulling him closer to her. She looked down at his cock, the head was peeping out from under the waistband. She swiftly undid the tie to his pants and pushed them down to his ankles exposing him. Her pussy ached to feel it in her, to feel it stretch her, until she cried out for mercy, but that would need to wait. For now.
With one hand she grasped his hardened member, while the other gently, yet firmly, took hold of his balls. She began stroking him, starting off slowly but the motions became increasingly frantic.
"Mmm, Gina," he moaned his body trembling as he watched her stroking him. He let out a second louder moan when she replaced her hand on his cock with her mouth. He buried his hands in the back of her head as he began fucking her mouth.
Hearing his moans. Feeling his need as Lance thrust his hard cock into her mouth had her aching to have him in her. In and out, faster and harder. He thrust into her mouth as she licked and sucked his penis, as she teased his balls with her free hand.
Suddenly he pulled himself out of her mouth. Taking a deep breath to help control himself, he looked down at her, heated lust in his eyes. He pulled her shirt over her head and pants down over her hips.
His eyes explored
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