"He wanted her so badly it was like a physical ache in his bones, breaking him down -- but he never touched her with his lips... his tongue. Never took that slippery, melting sex into his mouth and drank his fill, though he was ravenous for the decadent, mouthwatering flavor that threatened to short-circuit his brain."
"He worshiped at the altar of her mouth the way she worshiped at his, lips and tongues exploring, mating, more primordial, more vigorous, than their first kiss, so hot and smoking, it nearly caused a fire."
"Then his dark form was above her, she felt him there, and suddenly, a flaming pole slid burning into her very target, deeper till her very insides were stopped with a hot, pulsating object, and as this plunged and withdrew over and over, his body did the same to her nakedness and soon she was answering his every thrust, till that big one which stopped dead, an instant before his deluge, a shower of liquid flame which spurted and gushed deep within her invaded core."
Art Colony Perverts -- Cal De Feo
P.S. The link is not for the book, but the product is awesome, so we figured it worked.
"Sweet delight spiraled through her, fueled by the contact and her fantasies. Spurred on the sparkles flooding her veins, she forgot where she was, dismissing everything except her recollection of the raw ecstasy of Graeme's lovemaking. Need speared her as she stroked herself, the thorn of a dark rose blooming in her empty core. The slender columns of her fingers barely stretched her sheath, a paltry substitute for Graeme's thick, hard cock. Pumping the depths of her weeping sex, she writhed on her thin pallet, carnal hunger driving her on. It wasn't enough. Deanna sobbed wordlessly, straining for release. The tension in her core wound tighter, glittering pleasure hanging just a heartbeat out of reach. She wanted. Graeme! Drawing her fingers from her quivering sheath, she circled her clit, smearing hot cream over the erect nub. A spike of delight rewarded her, pushing her that miniscule step over the edge. Her orgasm washed over her in a gentle wave of sweetness, euphoric in its blissful power -- and still she wanted more. Needed more. Heat answered her desire."
Call of the Wild -- Kathleen Dante (Sexy Beast II)
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