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Jenne kicked the heels from her feet and moved closer, holding his eyes with hers as she did so. She wanted him now. She wanted to feel his body crushed against her naked form. She drew on all her reserves as she dropped down and knelt in front of this wonderfully, powerful man. She reached forward and tentatively touched his chest. She no longer feared him. She wanted him … and he wanted her. But at this moment in time, she felt as though she was in control. She traced her fingertips over his muscular chest enjoying the feel of the cotton fabric of his shirt under her fingers, beginning to unbutton his shirt. As she revealed the tanned flesh beneath it, she allowed her breasts to brush against his bare skin. Her nipples stood to attention and she immediately forgot the burning, tingling sensation that still invaded her bottom. She began to kiss his firm chest. She used her tongue trailing over the flesh as a snail would a tasty tender young plant. Reaching his belly button, she toyed with it for awhile. Kissing and caressing it. Occasionally blowing warm air over his chest, then licking the area. From the moans that were coming from Ed, she was doing OK.
As she continued to use her tongue to toy with him, Jenne allowed her hands to wander. First, she felt his thick, manly thighs, her hands gliding over the fabric of his suit. She reached his groin and she gasped as she released just how big the bulge in his trousers actually was. Gently, she began to explore. He moaned as she did so and she sighed, wanting him now more than ever. She undid the zipper on his trousers and began to explore their contents. Feeling the smooth surface of his silk shorts, she slid her hand over them. He dropped his pants down over his legs now. Jenne knew he wanted her now … she could feel the urgency in his actions. She was in the driving seat now, and she was damned if he was going to change that. The thought drove her on. She freed his cock from his shorts, but not before she had teased it a little through the smooth fabric. Her tongue gravitated toward the area of it’s own free will and she tasted him through the material first … the smoothness of the fabric contrasting beautifully against the hard, heated object that it concealed. She began to tug at the material, pulling them down … wanting to touch … to taste his cock. As the material surrendered to her efforts and slid over his thighs, his cock sprung forward. She delightedly jumped as it did so; it was definitely larger than she had thought.
Her tongue reached forward, touching the liquid that glistened from its tip. The taste was delicious and her taste buds tried to make sense of it … slightly salty but with it’s own delicate sweetness. She began to lick it as she would a lollipop. Relishing the taste, the smell. She wanted to make him come now, but at her pace, not his. She placed her lips around his cock. It pulsed as she began to feed it into her mouth. Taking it slowly, feeling every inch slide through her lips. She felt every vein, every ridge, as she began to pump it slowly. She reached up and searched for her panties, using them to massage his balls as she continued to suck his cock. Her tongue circled the head of his cock as she pumped it deeper into her throat, swallowing as much as she could. She brought her hand that contained the panties up and encircled his cock with them as she continued to take his cock into her mouth. She felt him twitch inside her wet, warm, mouth and instinctively knew he would not last much longer. He was watching, she knew that. She buried her head and began to lick his balls as she massaged his cock with