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He disengaged himself from her grip and dropped before her gracefully. "Remove this clothing," he demanded, eyeing her pants as the enemy. She hesitated, and then slowly and shyly she pulled them down until they rested at her knees.
She would not think about what she was doing right now. Maybe later. Maybe. She knew her underwear was soaked. She could smell her own scent now, and he, too, took a deep breath, filling his lungs with it.
She wasn't prepared. She wasn't prepared for the feel of his mouth placing a gentle kiss on her exposed cleft. His tongue darted between the folds, seeking her pearl, and he sucked on it.
She placed her hands on his shoulders, trying to keep her balance, for her legs had just turned into an insubstantial, gelatinous mass.
His tongue was beyond talented--gifted, it would seem. It speared its way through her folds and licked the cream that he had caused to flow.
She gyrated against his face, pulling it closer. Then he began to hum, so low in his throat that it caused vibrations on her clit, vibrations that were deliriously sensual.
Then he added fingers to the mix. Hot, thick fingers prodded her to open her stance, and she greedily complied.
He rubbed her and heat seemed to emanate from his hands. He inserted one finger, then another, in rhythmic strokes, never breaching her hymen. Warmth coursed through her as he tuned her body into an Earth-shattering orgasm.
"Ralabos!" she screamed hoarsely, the waves breaking over her, drowning her. He placed his mouth against her clitoris and sucked lightly, wrapping his hands around her ass and pulling her close as she continued to come.
After, she slid down onto his laplike the puddle of nothing useful that she was. Parts of her still clenched and unclenched as small aftershocks echoed through her body.
The night air blew the scent of jasmine all around them. Their breathing was labored, but slowly returned to normal as they sat holding one another in total silence.
Until, that is, she became coherent enough to notice his still-hardened cock, which was nestled against her ass. "Let me."
"No, zenj'a." He stopped her. "This will be as far as we go this night. I cannot guarantee control if you were to take me in your mouth."
"But..." she started again. It was unfair; he had to be going crazy.
"I will be fine," he assured her. He had taken her far enough this night.
"No, you do not get to control everything." She wrapped her hand around his cock and pumped slowly.
"Zenj'a," he moaned as her initially-shy fingers became bolder. She cupped him and stroked him simultaneously. His cock was so hot and hard, unnaturally so, but she loved it and briefly wondered how it would feel to have it inside of her. She pumped faster, imagining him driving into her.
Ralabos picked up her thoughts and was lost in her fantasy. She had insisted. She was just as attentive a lover as he remembered; always she liked to see him come.
"I want to see you come," she said softly, having never experienced this at any time of her life.
At the time, Ralabos could only groan a reply.
Sometime later, however, he managed to rasp out to her, "I'm coming, zenj'a!"
She scrambled off of his lap, still pumping his cock profusely, and when the first jet of cum spurted into the air, Rene bent down and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and sucked, causing Ralabos insurmountable pleasure as he came into her mouth and down her throat.
She swallowed greedily, her first taste of cum, of him, and she loved it. She licked him, when at last it ceased, and lapped up the first wave that had landed on his flat belly and muscled thigh.