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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.

'Yeah, you do. You got a sweet mouth.'

His hands find their way into her hair, trying to draw her closer and take more.

'Take it all. Nice and hard.'

Mary Anne nearly rolls her eyes, but expresses herself through a scrape of teeth instead.

Ramon blinks and winces just a touch.

'Careful. What was that for?'

He can't be too concerned; he stretches a hand out to retrieve the tequila bottle and takes a drink, the other hand still in her hair.

She lifts her head just enough to murmur "Sorry, baby" before pulling him entirely into her mouth.

He grins over her head and drinks again, loving the submissivness. There's a long breath when she takes him in fully and pushes his hips forward a touch, letting her know its good.

'Not too slow.'

This is just a warm up. He wants to be in her.

She sucks a little harder, steadily building to a faster rhythm.

'That's it.'

He lets his eyes fall closed, enjoying the sensation. But its not long before he's watching, breathing harder, thinking how fucking great it is to have a beautiful woman on their knees for him.

'Touch yourself. Let me watch.'

Mary Anne hums, sliding one hand down between her legs.

She has his full attention. Oh yes.

'Go on.'

Mindless encouragement he's sure she doesn't need but he always did like the sound of his own voice.

She can't help moaning as she slides two fingers into her cunt, eyelids fluttering as she works to match the rhythm of her mouth.

He can't help moaning either - fucking hell.

'Beautiful.'

Yeah. Christ.

She draws back, dragging her tongue slowly up the underside before lowering her head again.

His eyes squeeze shut for a second or two, then he's pulling away from her. She's too goo d with her mouth to stay there for long; not when he wants it to last.

'Keep going,' he tells her, watching her fuck herself while starting to shed clothes.

She picks up the pace a fraction and swallows around him.

He's swallowing too but for different reasons.

'No. Stop.'

Enough. He pushes her away from him and leans down to kiss her hard.

'Lose the clothes.'

She grins, teeth scraping his lower lip, before she yanks her shirt over her head and undoes the clasp on her bra.

He grins too and kicks his jeans and boxers off, then goes to the bed and rests a pillow against the wall. Might as well be comfortable...he sits, one hand idly rubbing over his hard-on.

'Get over here.'

She crawls up the bed, sprawling beside him with one leg hooked over his.

"Hi there."

'Hi.'

Well, seeing as her leg is there and available he starts stroking up her inner thigh. Seems only polite. And if, after a minute, his fingers should be asking to get in her again...well, it was to be expected.

Mary Anne's certainly not complaining.

She starts trailing kisses along the line of his collarbone.