She hears His moan, it sends a chill through her. Her hands reach to her shoulders and slowly lift the thin straps of the teddy. Ever so slowly she takes them down her milky white shoulders. Careful not to expose her breasts she removes them from her arms. He watches her slender fingers glide over the silk that covers her stomach. Wishing that it were His fingers and His lips. His entire body aches to have her. His manhood throbs, begs for release. His mouth hungers to taste her skin. To taste her honey soaked flower. His fingers need to be deep within her in a way that they have never needed before. Just as he thinks that He has never wanted a woman as much as He does this one, she removes the silk from her breasts. The creamy look of her breasts accented by her light pink nipples all but pulls Him to His feet. Her nipples erect and waiting to be touched, to be rolled, to be kissed, to be worshipped. It takes all of His strength to remain on His knees and watch. This woman has touched His heart and now caresses His soul. Her passion feeds his lust, makes a fire that burns deep to the core of His being. She takes a step forward. Slowly she leans close to Him. He can smell her passion, can smell her sex. In a voice that could call the angels from heaven she whispers "If you wish to see what hides beneath," she smiles "remove the teddy." He reaches out with His trembling fingers, gently placing them on her lust heated thighs. Looking up to her for her approval. She smiles so sweetly that He wishes for nothing more than to please her. Lightly He glides His fingers upwards towards her hips. His big hands only slightly touching her skin. His finger tips reach the trim of the silk, He wishes that he did not have to lift His hands from her skin to remove the teddy. His eyes drift down. He looks to the place where the scent of her emanates from. He sees that the silk there has been darkened by the moister of her honey. His fingers move slowly up. With great care he hooks the fabric at her waist with His fingers. The urge to rip it from her body is so very strong that He almost does. She feels the difference in Him. She cups His chin and lifts it to look into His eyes. As he looks deep into he eyes His fingers relax. "In one piece." she whispers as she leans close enough to give Him a soft kiss. The feel of her lips as they tenderly brush against His makes His shaft jump. He slides the silk slowly over the gentle slope of her hips, without looking away from her face. He fears that if He does He will take her. Grab her and just take her. Her fingers moving from His chin, following His jaw line. Her teddy slipping down her thighs, her sex exposed to Him should He care to look. Her hand comes to rest on His shoulder. He reaches up to offer her his right hand for balance. Her small delicate hand slips into His as she steps from the garment. His eyes close softly as He brings it to His face with His left. Silently she stands and watches Him. As the silk touches His cheek He smiles. It has been warmed by Her, wetted by her. The fabric smells strongly of her honey. He brings it closer to His nose, inhaling deeply. Taking in her scent has His cock in a rage. She tells him to remove the rest of His clothing. He stand and undresses quickly. His garments folded and neatly placed on a chair. She watches Him with great wonder. His cock pulses to the beat of His heart noticeably. He returns to her and gracefully kneels before her, as it is expected. He finds that each time He kneels for her it becomes easier. Yet doing it this time has sent a thrill through Him. This time He needed to do it for her. His manhood screams for release. It now leaks from the tip. She sees this and smiles. Speaking softly to Him she tells Him to collect the pre-cumm with the tips of His fingers. He does so without question. She takes His hand, as she does she kisses Him with a deep passion. Slowly she brings His fingers up and then into their kiss. The taste of His seed mixed with the taste of their mouths, brings her close to orgasm. Her skilled tongue taking all of it from His fingers. She pulls His fingers from their mouths. The kiss deepens. She shows Him more of her passion. While kissing Him she still holding His hand guilds it to her honey soaked inner thighs. As His fingers come in contact with her skin He starts softly sucking on her tongue. Tightly she holds His hand as she is not ready to allow Him to touch what He seeks most. He can only think of licking the sweet musky honey from her dripping wet thighs. He has never met a woman who's passion gets her so very wet. He wonders if this has happened before or if it is for only Him that she grows so wet. Slowly she pulls from the kiss. His fingers playing in the honey on her thigh. She whispers to Him "what are you thinking" He tells her of the thought about how very wet she is. She smiles and tells Him. She says that she has never wanted a man as she wants Him. That the want has her honey flowing in a way that it never has before. He beams with pride. He is pleased that He has brought her to such a place. That no other has touched her in the way that He touched her now. He smiles from His heart.

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