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Her arms slide over his shoulders, one hand resting on the back of his neck as she leans forward to meet him.

It's comfortable like that for a while but it's not long before he wants more. Lots more. He presses a hand to her chest, away from him.

'Lie back.'

She does, arms stretched over her head and one foot rubbing idly up his calf.

He wastes no time in getting her pants open, tugging them down her hips and pulling them, and her underwear, down her legs and off. Then his hands are pushing her legs apart, running his nails up the insides of her thighs, eyes roaming her body.

'You look like a cat,' he tells her, before dipping his head to get to work, pushing his tongue into the fold of her to find her clit.

"AaaaaaaaAH--"

She was going to ask a question about that comparison, but she's having some difficulty forming words.

Her reactions always make him grin. But that doesn't distract him from what he's doing, licking slowly in firm strokes, fingers stroking just outside of her, promising.

The helpless string of vowels shifts into a whine and then,

"You're gonna make me beg, aren't you?"

'Maybe.'

Heh, always. He loves it. Perhaps it explains why he only slips one finger into her, heading straight for her g-spot and pressing only really lightly on it.

Mary Anne groans.

"Bastard."

It almost sounds affectionate.

'If you say so.'

And just for that, he doesn't give her any more. Just goes back to soft licking, rubbing her lightly with that one finger.

She smacks her head back against the mattress, growling softly.

'Problem?' he asks, lips brushing her clit, amused.

She runs a hand through his hair.

"Just that you're an evil tease."

'You love it.'

He laughs and gives her a bit more, sliding another finger in and starting a nice rhythm, sucking her clit lightly.

Better?

Much better, if the way she rocks her hips forward is any indication.

His free hand slides up her body under her shirt, yanking one side of her bra down so he can pinch and roll a nipple between thumb and forefinger. He presses his tongue harder against her now, insistent; fucks her harder with his fingers.

"Thank you, baby," she gasps, her hand tightening in his hair.

He's figuring she wont be saying that in a minute but that's alright, she'll thank him in the end. She seems to like what he's doing right now so he carries on, willing to take his time because he knows it'll pay off by the end of the night.

Her nails start to dig into his scalp, while her free hand twists in the sheets.

She'd keep stroking his ego, but being articulate is becoming difficult.

He's watching her face as best he can, trying to judge when she might be really close. He can't help pushing it a bit, giving her what she wants because his cock is telling him that this is going to be a great night and it's only fair to let her enjoy herself.

She cries out, hips jerking as her back arches.

Definitely close.

Which is why he stops, pulling his fingers out of her abruptly and rising from his knees to lean over her instead, running his wet fingers over her lower lip.

'You're not coming yet. Not until I'm fucking you.'

She groans again, scraping her teeth against his fingertips.

"Should have expected that."

He takes them away, licks them clean.

'Still taste good.'

Just FYI, Mary Anne. He stands up in front of her now, pulling on an arm to get her to sit up and unbuttoning his fly at the same time.

'Your turn. Make it good.'

"Don't I always?"

Without waiting for an answer, she leans forward and draws the head of his cock into her mouth.