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"Ahh ... God, Viv."
He leaned up on his elbows, watched her trail a path of liquid fire from the base of his shaft to the crowned head with her flicking tongue. The air in his lungs burned as he arched his hips. She lifted her head a little and began to hum against his swollen cock.
The melody pulled at his senses. Strange, almost alien thoughts spun through his brain. He belonged to her ... she was his goddess to adore. And he could not lie to her. Must tell her everything ... anything she wanted. Part of him wanted to give in to the seductive song, to submit and allow her complete control. But he knew if he lost himself now, he'd never find the way back. The vibration of her song against his turgid flesh changed, became more demanding, her fingers so soft, yet tight.
No! He fought the raging need to obey the strange, drug-like effect. His dick pulsed--wanted so bad to come against those tormenting lips. She nipped the thick vein on the underside of his cock, and then laved it with her tongue to intensify the pleasure-pain. He gritted his teeth, and pushed her away. Unbalanced, she tipped sideways, her eyes wide with shock. Had every man she met groveled at her feet? About time then for her to experience something new.
He knelt on the bed, changed from supplicant to dominant, and untied her silk robe. It slithered off her shoulders. He scooped her into his arms and deposited her closer to the headboard.
God, she looked so adorable and sexy, that stunned, near comical look still on her face. He grabbed the silk tie, cinched it around her wrists, and tied them to the slats of the headboard. Then, he leaned back on his heels, knees bent, his eyes devouring thefeast set before him.
"If I'm going to die for my sins, then we're doing this my way. I want you under me. I'm going to take you slow and hard and deep."