his neck, plant a kiss here, another there, then look longingly into her eyes. The excitement of him brushed the inner heat of her thigh each time he lowered himself. Each time he lowered his body to hers, a little more pressure, a little more body heat to add to her own. She took in a little sip of air that smelled sweet like sawdust, plowed her hands through his thick black head of hair, felt the unyielding curfew of his arms against the moment that they would seal like so many others. They both gasped and took the pleasure.

"You gonna bust a nut in me tonight daddy" she purred. Her legs wrapped one around his, the soft woman that needed only to be cuddled an hour prior left the room leaving behind the minx that he so desired. He thrust his chin down past her navel slithering toward the foot of the bed on his belly. She moaned softly and cupped the breast that he had been playfully teasing. Her nipples were alive, swollen like little round buttons. He maneuvered his hands down to cup her hips and encouraged her to buckle her legs and splay them apart. The softness of her flesh opened for him flush with desire. One deliberate hand found the back of his head and pointed his mouth, his tongue toward her body's wanton intent.

"Ohhh" the wave came from her head rising over her breast then her waist turned in on itself like the ocean recedes before a giant wall of water hits.

He parted her with the sharp tip of his tongue, guided himself greedily into her, cheating with the corners of his large thumbs. "You are so hot" someone gasped, or maybe they both had said it. He pushed past her puffy outer lips into minor folds of breathing caramel womanhood. He sought the selective pink folds that mystified him. His eyes shut when her legs clamped against the side of his face like a vice, Maria was stricken with the pleasure of him finding her. He found her drawn inside of herself. His tongue purposefully massaged the walls as far as he could reach, dutifully it was driven up toward her weakest spot, the most sensitive point that revealed itself from a little sheath of exposed flesh.

He flicked it and teased a muffled cry of joy, her body once again turned and rolled like the warning of an impending tsunami. "Yes." He continued with his posturing, rocking slightly from his chest to his stomach. Breath held fast, pockets of air were sucked in quickly from the room, the Madonna stared at them from the shadow of the room. Light from a passing car illuminated Maria's expressionless face, then her cringing eyes and O shaped mouth. Silvio pulled at her with his lips, kissed it, called it vixen, then stabbed it with his tongue turned spear. Her juices flowed sweetly down his chin. The sheets became moist with the expression of her orgasms as he continued to tweak her tiny knob. Fingers pressed forward where a hymen once had been, where she exposed more secrets as her flesh warmed around him.

Lapping at the core of her, his body was famished for what she offered, he licked and swallowed, swallowed and licked. Her being cried mercy at the probing of his, her clitoris ebbed and sent waves of electrical currents through her. The day that she had was forgotten, the doubts that she held about her man thrashed from her