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He started to lick between my legs, lapping slow and deep. His tongue pressed against my clit, and I let out a gasp. The pressure was building rapidly. I wasn't sure how much more I could take. I closed my eyes, leaning backwards, and felt his hands rubbing my nipples as he worked his mouth on me below.
I was going to explode.
“Draven,” I said, my voice hoarse. “Draven, please.”
“That's it,” he said, lapping at my pussy as if it were an oasis in the desert and he a dying man. “That's it. Come for me, Morgan.”
I took one last good look at his cock. At how hard he was for me. At what I was doing to him.
And then my body heaved and waves of pleasure flooded through me as bliss took over.
His hands ran up and down my thighs as I turned into a hot, liquid, quivering mess, my body throbbing as I broke into a million pieces under his hands, his lips, his tongue.
And then it was over. I was drenched in sweat and steaming water, and Draven was there, looking down at me as if I was the most beautiful thing he’d seen in his life.
I looked up at him, wondering if he could see the very same thing reflected in my eyes.
I let my gaze trail down his body, lingering on his hips, his groin, then finally his cock.
He groaned as if my eyes were touching him viscerally.
“Your turn,” I said, my voice low.
His hand shot out, gripping my neck, and I gasped. The touch wasn't gentle, yet it wasn't rough either. Simply... firm. Firm and utterly dominating. I looked up and saw the need in his face. His hand cupped the back of my neck, pulling me towards him, and I understood.
I grinned. He growled.
“I know what you want,” I whispered.
He growled again, low and desperate, a sound that could send me over the edge.
I raised my hands, skimming them over the contours of his chest, then tracing the thin line of curling hairs down the center of his stomach to his groin.
I moved my hands downwards, palming his length, and Draven groaned in appreciation, his eyes rolling upwards.
“Take it, Morgan. Please.”
There was nothing like hearing a massive, monster of a man beg me to take him in my mouth.
I felt filled with flames of lust, my hands on fire as I skimmed his thighs, stroked his cock once more, then enveloped his length with my mouth. My soft tongue licked down his shaft, caressing the tip, teasing him until he was almost pulling away.
And then I sucked, hard and deep, so deep that a sound ripped out of Draven, guttural and bestial.
“Don't stop,” he commanded.
I could feel the heat coming off of him in waves. Steam was rising from all around us in the pool, a curtain of mist surrounding us and drenching us in fresh moisture. I thrust forward, sucking him like he was a fine wine, all while my hand stroked careful, steady circles over his thighs, over the planes of his muscular stomach.
Draven's hands reached out. One wrapped itself in my hair, holding me so tight it almost hurt, but I didn't protest. He reached his other free hand down, cupping my breasts, squeezing my nipples so hard, I thought I would scream.
Then I felt him arching, his cock thrusting hard into my mouth. And all the tension in his body, all the hardness—just for a moment—dissipated as the spasms of climax racked his body and convulsions came through his entire core. His release drenched my mouth, filling it with his seed. I swallowed it hungrily, then pulled back reluctantly, licking my lips clean of the last drop.
“Fuck, Morgan.”
I looked up to see Draven's eyes wide as he looked down at me like he'd never seen me before.
“That was—”
“Tell me what to do next,” I said.
