Making the Hook-Up by Cole Riley Page B

bench, before I lose my mind, Aden.”
    â€œMack made a mess of your robe,” he said, playfully, ignoring
her, as he knelt before her and pretended to dust away a cluster of Mack’s muddy paw prints. They were so deeply imbedded into the material, it was clear they weren’t coming out until the dry cleaner’s took them out. Aden stroked a little harder and in bolder strokes, until he had traveled up the right side of her body, up to her waist—stroking, rubbing and caressing. Finally he was standing and gazing directly into her eyes. He slowly slid his hands from the cool air of her room, to the inside of her robe, and onto her warm smooth naked body. With his chin resting between her neck and shoulder, and his nose planted in the middle of a fragrant cloud of her freshly washed hair, he surrounded her magnificent ass with his strong fingers, and slowly feathered them up and down the backs of her healthy thighs. He quickly reached down and freed his agonizingly hard dick from his pants. The sight of it and the sensation of its pressure and the stroke of his large hands made Yanni moan and reach out for him. She miraculously gathered enough strength to take control and reciprocate his sensual generosity. She turned up the heat by lavishing his dick with exotic caresses, premoistened with the sweet sticky juice from her body. She took a deep breath and guided him, by his shoulder, down to the carpet, and then she knelt. When they were facing each other again, she pulled the mauve satin tip of him into the slick curtains of flesh that surrounded her pussy. He closed his eyes and gasped. She encircled his muscular neck with her arms and gave him a few long hot kisses.
    She didn’t stop until they were both completely out of breath and in the royal blue velvet mood for a full-blown fuck-o-rama. They both said something unintelligible and almost by instinct, they stood and faced each other. The moment was so intense that she started to back away, but Aden grabbed both of her hands and pulled her back into him. He slid his hands through
her arms and rested the knot of his clasped hands on the shelf of her firm ass, and sighed, “I’m sorry about your robe, Yanni. I’ll have it cleaned for you, baby. Give it to me. I’ll put it in my car when I go get the bench.”
    â€œMy robe?”
    â€œYes…I want to see you—all of you.”
    Some of her hesitation was “first time” awkwardness, but most of it was masterful teasing. Yanni’s robe had never come off more seductively. Aden enjoyed the slow lusty dance. Her skin gleamed from the herbal oil salt scrub she had used. When she was done, she extended her paw-printed robe to him and bowed. Suddenly, his hands shot out and gently trapped her breasts. Like fleshy reins, he guided her to him by them, and then kissed her more deeply than ever. Still holding one of her breasts captive, his warm moist inner lips trailed slowly as a bead of honey to her other breast, where he tongue-whipped her stiff nipple into a joyful buzz. He buried his other hand deep between her legs and slid it back and forth in her slippery warmth. With all the discipline she could muster, she asked him to stop.
    He opened one eye. “You don’t like it?”
    â€œI adore it. I just want…to try that bench.”
    Aden sighed, slid his hand from between her legs, and calmly licked it clean. Nothing quite like a man who looooooves the taste of hot pussy, she thought.
    He sulked. “I shouldn’t even have told you about it. I should have kept it a surprise.”
    â€œHa! That little bench is the reason you’re here. You piqued my curiosity.”
    â€œWell, since you put it like that…I’ll go get it. You’re gettin’ ready to experience a fuck royale , Yanni Roberts.”
    She seductively spread her legs, bent at the waist, gently grabbed her ankles, and then slowly ran both hands up her legs.
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