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Dark Nites

... on her, forcing her down, then nipped her neck sharply, leaving a clear red bruise. Daphne closed her eyes again in misery. There was pain here aplenty, in her as shame and in him as regret. But the worst of it all was that they were both too emotionally involved to stop now. Her breath started coming in pants as his mouth began to move over her collarbone, his hands holding her steady beneath him. He reached one ivory breast and teasingly began to draw wet circles around her rosy nipple with his tongue. Delicately, he taunted her as he danced nearer then further from her sensitized peaks, making her fight to keep in control of herself. Then just as suddenly as he came, the teasing lover was gone as Jason finally claimed her throbbing nipple. Daphne managed to swallow a cry but lost control of her body as Jason drew on her peak harder and harder. Gasping, she arched like a bow as Jason swirled his tongue around her, sending hot lighting streaking down to her groin. Then as if he understood, his knee pressed down between her legs, a second before she could lock her ankles together. She knew she could never resist an attack from that quarter, so she squeezed her thighs together in a last, heroic attempt to thwart his questing hands. Easily, he parted them once more, moving his leg up and letting his hand trail over her stomach into the wetness between her legs. The double stimulation was too much for her to tensed body to bear. A stifled cry burst from her as she arched into ...

... his body, her hands twisting and jerking futilely above her. Kissing her nipples and finding the perfect rhythm with his fingers, Jason kept her senses at fever pitch, reveling in the feel of her body moving beneath his. Then suddenly, he slipped his fingers into her. Daphne froze, every muscle in her body tensing up as she focused on that secret part of herself. Jason raised his head from her breasts to better concentrate on her and what he was about to do. Slowly, ever so slowly, his fingers slid in and out of her, his thumb carefully brushing against her clitoris. Gasping, she responded to the rhythm, every movement an agony for her, as tense muscles strained to move to the painfully slow motion of his skillful fingers. Ruthlessly, he gave her a taste of heaven before pulling her back again and again. Quiet now, Daphne lay exhausted beneath him; but not for long. Suddenly, she felt the strength flow back into her. It was time to fight back. Desperation giving her the edge she needed, Daphne used her inner instincts, so long untouched, to tempt him, to break his control. Sensuously, her body a supple rope, she pressed her groin to his manhood, erotically widening her legs and clasping his hips in sweet invitation. She felt him shudder and the sweet taste of victory filled her as he withdrew his fingers, slick with her fluids and braced himself over her. Then to her chagrin, his lips found her shoulder and made the descent over her breasts and stomach, seeking out the source ...