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reaction. Adjusting the cover more tightly over her chest, she nodded.
"Do you always just walk into your guest's room without knocking?" She glared at him, pushing up on one elbow. Hoping he couldn't see her hardened nipples through the blanket.
He reached across to brace one hand at her back, effectively trapping her in place. "The guest room, no." The grin on his face vanished, replaced by a serious look that both scared and excited her. He bent down, until his nose was almost touching hers. "This is my bed though, and you are my wife. I didn't think the formalities were necessary."
Then his lips were on hers, his tongue demanding entrance as she rolled to her back and he followed. She reveled in his weight, the feel of his solid muscles under her touch and the earthy, all-male scent that filled her senses. Clearly he'd gone back on the no sex rule, and she was glad. Her whole body came alive at his touch as he drew the covers back and began to map her skin. His fingers traced over her chest then down one breast, kneading in increasingly smaller circles. Finding the pebbled tip, he pinched gently, pulling up and out and around in a way that sent electrical pulses down through her core. She whimpered as his fingers released her to be replaced with his mouth, his tongue swirling around the turgid peak. Arching up into him, she slid her hands down his chest and grasped his shirt, pulling it free of his waistband by the fistful.
"Too...many...clothes," she panted, reaching for the button on his jeans. He bit her nipple gently with one last tug, and then pushed up to slide off the bed to his feet. Making quick work of shedding his shirt, boots and pants, he pushed off his briefs, his erection springing free. Monica licked her lips at the size, not too long, but nice and thick. She was practically salivating at the thought of him in her mouth, and she moved to the edge of the bed as he stalked forward, her eyes trained on that delicious prize.
"Yum," she purred, reaching out with one hand as he drew near. Wrapping her fingers around his silky cock, she sucked him into her mouth. A growl erupted from somewhere deep in his throat, and he thrust forward, giving her what she wanted. She pulled back, lapping at the hard shaft then sucked just the tip in as she fondled his balls with her fingers. Legs shaking, he pulled away, placing his hands on her shoulders when she tried to follow.
"Darlin', you've got to stop now, or this show’ll be over before it starts." He knelt in front of her, cupping her face in both hands and kissing her softly, warmly. She whimpered once more, her body aching for more.
He leaned back, his smile knowing as he stared into her eyes for a long moment. "Sit up," he said in a raspy tone that belied his calm demeanor. She pushed up and swung her feet around, boldly opening her legs on each side of his shoulders.
"Like this?" She grinned coyly, not ashamed to ask for what she wanted. The look on his face told her he wanted the same thing, and she crooked a finger at him, inviting him closer even as she lowered her other hand to stroke her wet folds. He reached out to run a firm hand up the inside of each thigh, spreading them farther apart as he stroked higher, finally reaching her core. Holding her open he held her gaze as he licked a slow, wet trail between her legs and up to her sensitive nub.
Monica fell back on the bed, muscles quaking under his talented movements as she pinched and tugged at her nipples. Harley laved and suckled, bringing her just to the brink before abruptly pulling away. Bereft at the loss she arched her back, the crinkle of a foil packet sending a new flood of warmth through her center. Then finally, he was there, his cock probing at her entrance as he covered her with his body and kissed a path between her breasts to her neck. He bit down at the apex of her neck and shoulder, driving home in one hard thrust that sent a tantalizing shudder straight up through her spine.
"Oh!" She arched