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Without breaking their embrace, they skittered backward. Giggling at each other and now

attached at the hips, they rolled around the doorframe and Veronique kicked the door closed with her foot. She broke their embrace long enough to lock the door and they both collapsed onto his bed.

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A hearty
oomph
escaped his lungs as the bed bounced beneath them both. They had so much to talk about, so much to say to each other, that neither seemed to know where to begin. Instead of talking, they settled into a deep, passionate kiss and pushed into each other forcefully, hungrily.

As she felt him growing more excited by the second, Veronique was more hopeful now that she wouldn’t kill him. She pushed herself off him, rolled to the side and ran her fingers through his dark, wavy hair. “I love you, Ahndray.”

“How are you, Veronique?”

It was all he could manage to say and she

giggled at his grimacing face as he tried to catch the breath she just pushed out of his still-healing lungs. His eyes glistened and his chest bounced in short, heaving breaths as he pushed his head toward her and buried his mouth on hers, his hips pressing into her side.

They held each other tightly and three months of longing, separation, living with the pain of the unknown, melted away between them and they

stared at each other. With their lips sealed, it was as if they were looking into each other’s souls.

Ahndray exhaled and Veronique opened her

lungs, took his warm air into her chest, then did the same in return.

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other’s bodies. She felt herself melt into him again.

He seemed to sink into her arms and they cried together until the pressure from his excitement was pushing into her abdomen and their hunger became too strong to ignore.

She reached down and ran her hand smoothly

against his bulging excitement, massaging him gently, then harder, gripping his girth with her fingers and creating a smooth, black mound of sculpted flesh in his black trousers.

He pulled his mouth away from hers and

started to mumble, but Veronique didn’t pay attention to a word he was saying. Three months of desire was pounding through her now and

there was no other place in the world she wanted to be than right here, right now. “Shhhhh. We have some time before we have to go down and nobody deserves this more than we do! Don’t you even think about moving. Stay right there.”

She stroked his freshly shaven face with her hands, kissed him again hard on the mouth and went straight for his cummerbund. Swiftly, she yanked it around his waist until the clasp popped with a light
click
and the crumb catcher dropped to the floor. His pants were next and, while

Veronique unbuttoned and began unzipping him, Ahndray toed one heel of his patent leather shoes and popped it off quickly, then did the same with the other.

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his hips as she pulled his pants down over his muscular thighs. Veronique stood up, reached for his cuffs and, in one forceful stroke, pulled his trousers off and let them drop on top of his shoes.

His cock sprang forth, pushing itself up

through the split of his silk boxers and pulsed with life in front of them both. Veronique groaned, grabbed his shaft and was amazed to see her hand covering less than half of his still-growing pole. As he got thicker and noticeably harder, she fluffed two feather pillows beneath his head and neck so he was comfortable with the view.

She gripped him at the bottom of his shaft and nestled her hand in his light-brown pubic hair, then pulled up firmly, stretching his thinly-veined skin tightly over his fleshy muscle until she reached the top and finally, her fist popped over the reddening head of his cock.

She dropped her mouth, pulled his head

between her lips and spit on him. Her saliva crawled down his shaft. She loosened her grip and slid her fist back down all the way to his balls.

Soon her hand was milking him smoothly. She started slowly, down his shaft and then up all the way, twisting her palm at the top, then sliding it down his pole again until Ahndray’s breathing began matching her strokes.

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breathing and the slurping sounds of Veronique’s hand stroking.

Ahndray gurgled and mumbled as the pressure in his loins began to build.

She watched in delight as he closed his eyes and relaxed, relinquishing all control to her magical touch. While she continued stroking him, she pulled both his legs up on the bed, then pushed them apart so she had full access to his cock and balls and his other, more sensitive area located further below his bouncing sack. She dreamed about touching him there for the last several weeks. Her pussy was feeling flushed and swollen as she watched him bend in her hand, then pop straight up toward the ceiling with each stroke. His dick made slapping noises in her hand as she pounded at him stronger, each stroke ending with the head of his cock disappearing into her fist.

“What an unbelievable man,” she murmured.

She purred up to him, “And it has been soooo long, Ahndray, so very long. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” She leaned her face down and wagged him back and forth like a

flagpole, gripping him tightly in one hand and cupping his aching balls in the other. Her moist breath across his head made him jump and

Ahndray pushed his hips toward her mouth and reached for her hair.

“I’m going to show you right now,
mon amore
.”

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Before he could grab a handful of her waxen hair, she released him abruptly and dashed across the room to the three windows in his room

overlooking the front drive and the grove of trees on the estate. She quickly unlatched all three and they flew open with a loud
whoosh
! The sounds of the fireworks filled the room as lightning strikes of bright red, gold, white, yellow, silver, and purples flashed across the walls. She turned to him and walked back to the bed slowly.

In two short steps, she had thrust her hands beneath her gown, delicately removed her panties and raised them up victoriously so he could see them in her hands. Ahndray’s eyes got as big as chestnuts and they both jumped as another

particularly loud explosion rocked the skies and their room was filled with a resounding
boom
!

“Perfect!” she announced. “We can be as loud as we want and nobody can hear us. And we are going to be very, very loud.”

Ahndray smiled and motioned for her to return to his aching cock.

Veronique sashayed over slowly to the side of the bed and placed one hand on his twitching erection as she bent down to kiss him on the mouth. With her tongue sticking out in a delicious invitation, she watched him close his eyes and open his mouth wide, fully anticipating a

mouthful of her hot, fleshy, slippery tongue.

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his gullet. Veronique was pleased at the look of surprise on his face. Before he could even think about spitting them out in shock, she shoved her hand over his lips and clamped down on his

mouth until he was grinning at her with swollen cheeks. She muffled him as he tried to speak and pushed even harder when he shook his head from side to side in mock disgust. He quickly got the idea and quieted down. She relished in the

surprised, but delighted, look on his face.

She bent down close enough to whisper in his ear. “You have no idea what else you are going to get, Mr. Rodell.” Veronique pulled her gown up to her waist and jumped onto the bed, threw one leg up and over his chest, then looked down at her lover between her legs as she straddled his scarred chest.

She grabbed both of his hands and clasped his fingers tightly, then placed them sternly beside his head and looked down at him with a devilish smile. The gown was pulled up high enough that she could see her soaked and aching crotch now resting lightly just below his neck and she was rubbing herself on his bowtie.

The excitement of finally being with Ahndray again sent Veronique breathlessly over an

imaginary cliff and, with her eyes closed and legs spread before him, she was flying now, burning up from the inside out and floating on pure touch, breath and body heat. Never did she feel so alive, 271

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energetic and free as she slid her throbbing pussy lips forward until they brushed his stuffed mouth.

Fire consumed her lips and slit as he did his best to lick and suckle her excited flesh, and it took all of her newfound willpower not to climb up on his face and drown him completely, or at the very least, mount his swollen mouth and cover his lips and cheeks with her sweet syrup.

She released her grip on his hands and let

herself fall into the headboard. Her palms made a loud
smack
as she steadied herself against the wood. She wasn’t about to let him tease her. She began grinding her entire nether region into his face until his lips were popping lightly across her clit. She could feel the slight burr of stubble on his upper lip and chin.

Ahndray’s muffled moans aroused her lust

even more. She felt him wriggling beneath her, trying to get her up closer and in a better position for them both. He succeeded by placing his hands up underneath the back of her gown and clawing at her tight ass cheeks, pulling her harder onto his pursed lips. She wondered briefly how he was even managing to breathe with his mouth full of her soaked panties and her mound pressing

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simply let go of any control she had left and smacked his face hard enough to widen his eyes!

He managed a meek cough and spit out the

crumpled, soaked ball of cotton and lace into her lap.

“Yes. Thank you,
mon
lover, I know you enjoyed that, but I need your mouth and tongue now.” She reached down, gingerly picked up her soaked panties and watched the bunched ball unravel in her fingertips. With an indifference that seemed to please her love, she let them fall silently on top of his pants.

“That’s better. Now give me that tongue of

yours, baby, and show me how much you missed me.” She purred and grinded and rode his mouth until she honestly felt she was going to hurt her wounded warrior. The hot hole between his lips was now being filled with his darting, probing tongue and she squealed in delight as he lapped her juices like a puppy licking a bowl of milk.

The look in his eyes expressed that he was

enjoying this more than she was, if that was possible. They found a rhythm together that made the bed squeak and groan loudly.

Tensing her knees together, she lifted her ass and drove down on him enough to push his head deeply into the pillows. Then she rose up again until his tongue just barely grazed her swollen clit.

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banging against the cream-colored walls.

Everything in their worlds seemed to come

together all at once.

She rode him smoothly. Ahndray was bending

and tensing his neck with every push into his mouth. The headboard rocked in time with the bedsprings and soon Veronique felt the familiar rush of bliss surge from her toes, to climb steadily to her legs and almost to her hips. She could take it no longer and, just as she was about to scream in ecstasy, she stopped. She lifted herself up off his panting mouth completely and smiled down at him. “I want us to explode together, my love,” she cooed.

Indulging in my new self-discipline is beginning to
be fun
. She pulled away from his mouth and instead, began sliding her juicy lips slowly down his crisp white shirt, then further, slowly, down over his four-buttoned gilded tuxedo vest.

The look of surprise and desire in his eyes sent a shiver through her. A delicious current was sizzling through her now. She was dizzy with excitement as she played with him. It was her way of showing how much she had missed him, and she was sure he understood the passion behind her spontaneous change of heart.

He sighed and reached for her shoulders and pulled her mouth down to his. As she fell lightly toward his lips, she saw him gasping for air, licking his lips and grinning up at her with glee.

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He whispered up to her, “Where are you going, Nikky?”

She just laughed and continued sliding down the front of his formal attire—over his flat stomach and down toward his crotch. With a handful of his hair in each hand, she inched her knees toward him and soon felt his powerful tool bumping hard against her bare, spread-lipped mound.

She cupped his face in both of her hands and lifted herself up high enough to feel him throbbing beneath her slit. She moved her lips lightly over his, just enough to feel him sliding delicately beneath her and between her slippery valley.

He moaned loudly and pulled her to his slick, now sloppy mouth.

She sparred with his warm, musky tongue until she finally overpowered him. She thrust herself deep into his mouth as far as her tongue would go. He accepted her gladly and began sucking on her until she quivered. As they wrestled and sucked at each other, she wriggled her butt cheeks above him until she was sure she had his shaft just…where…she…wanted…him…then she

kissed him hard. In one long perfect stroke, impaled herself on him inch, by painfully