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“Giselda, quit playing!”
A mischievous smile covered her lips as
she ignored him. Instead, she turned his foot and kissed his ankle.
Such a strong, broad male part when compared to her own dainty ones.
She enjoyed teasing him, enjoyed his groans and moans, enjoyed
prolonging the moment and heightening his anticipation.
It gave her a sense of power, power not
born of rank or status, but the power of a woman over a man.
In the darkness of the tent, all her
senses, save for her sight, were magnified. She heard the clenching of
his teeth as they snapped together, and felt the pull of the bedroll as
he gripped it in his hands. She heard his labored breathing and the
tension in his body.
She kissed her way up his leg, lingering
over his muscled thighs, and repeating the process on the other leg.
She was awed at the power inherent in his legs, the way he had gripped
the horse’s flanks, the way they had supported him as he thrust into
her.
The thought made her own breath quicken,
and dampness began to gather in her pussy. Anticipation thumped through
her veins, making her eager for the moment of completion.
Her ideas did have a tendency to
backfire on her.
She moved… and heard his sudden intake
of breath, felt the straining of his cock in her direction.
Her lips closed over his balls, taking
one sac into her mouth and sucking lightly.
He emitted a harsh cry.
She transferred her focus to the other
sac, studiously ignoring his hardened cock, which was standing proudly
at attention. Her long hair brushed over it, caressing it and causing
it to jerk.
“Giselda!”
This close to him, she smelled the musky
scent of his sex. It stirred her blood and excited her senses. For a
moment, she hovered above his cock, allowing her hair to fall like a
curtain around her, enclosing her head and his shaft in their own
private cocoon. Her breath fanned it, caused it to twitch and stretch
toward her.
“Giselda…”
She liked the pleading note in his
voice, oh yes, she liked it very much. Which was why she bypassed his
cock, letting her hair trail over him on her way to his abdomen, the
soft silken threads wrapping around him in a sensuous tangle.
“Giselda! You’re killing me!”
“Have I told you how much I like your
washboard abs?” His muscles bunched and rippled beneath her fingers.
“You are not going to distract me with
talk!” he roared. “Gods, Giselda, just suck my goddamned cock!”
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