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Chapter VIII: Allegro Part 2

Chapter VIII: Allegro Part 2

Sunday, June 30th, 02.20 a.m.

Erin was dreaming. Someone – she didn't see him, but she knew who he was – was biting gently one of her stiffened nipples, while with his hand he was fondling the wet folds between her thighs. Skilled fingers found the hard button of her pleasure and began massaging it delightfully, soon stirring up spasms inside of her that made her moan aloud...

With a start, Erin awakened at the sound of her own voice. Jarod, too, awakened.

"What's up, sweetheart?" he murmured in a soothing tone, guessing she had had a nightmare, "I'm here with you..."

Erin twisted in his arms; in the darkness, she couldn't see him, but she didn't feel the need to turn on the light.

"I was dreaming of you", she whispered; her voice was so full of longing that Jarod felt a slow shiver of anticipation creep down his back. Then Erin's hands brushed his chest in a sensual, but hesitant stroke. He encouraged her with an approving grunt, and returned it beginning to caress her back. She pulled back the sheets and placed her lips where a moment earlier her hand had been, pressing a series of kisses on his chest until she found his nipple. Here she lingered, fondling it with her tongue and teeth, while with her fingers she was drawing circles on his abdomen, lower and lower; when she arrived at his boxers, she slid a hand inside of them, gently seizing his manhood, which was already beginning to harden. Feeling her touching him, Jarod uttered a groan of pleasure. He fumbled with the belt of Erin's bathrobe and opened the garment, sneaking one hand under it to brush the curve of her buttocks. She sighed and closed in, slipping one leg between his and pressing herself on the full length of his side. Against his thigh, Jarod felt the damp warmth of her femininity and the contact aroused him intolerably: he had to resort to all his self-control as to not turn her over on the bed and take her on the spot.

The hand inside his boxers was arousing him merciless and wringed another groan from him. Erin moved and freed him, and then she laid down on him. Now their eyes had gotten used to the dim light seeping through the curtains, as outside the moonlight was shining, and they could see the shape of their bodies.

Erin withdrew from his hold; her mouth ajar, she covered the distance between his chest and the lowest part of his abdomen, darting with her tongue and biting him pleasantly. Meanwhile, she got rid of the bathrobe, throwing it away, carelessly.

Then, Jarod felt Erin's tongue going through all his length, down to his testicles, and gasped in pleasure.

Smiling secretly by herself, she licked him avidly, torturing him delightfully, as much as she had been doing in her dream. She was so excited that she felt a blaze of heat on the inner part of her thighs; when she realised she could stand it no longer, nor could Jarod, she straddled him. She brushed the head of his manhood with her nether lips, exquisitely tormenting him and herself a few moments longer; then she lifted a little and, helping herself with one hand, she made him slid inside of her.

"Oh, Erin..." Jarod groaned, seizing her hips and raising his pelvis to fill her completely, "My Erin..."

She threw her head backwards, arching her back to change the penetration angle until she found the most satisfying position for both of them; then, she began to move rhythmically, up and down, up keeping only the tip inside of her, then down through all his length until her buttocks touched his scrotum, in a movement that made them both tremble uncontrollably in pleasure.

Jarod almost didn't dare to move, afraid he would break that sensual rhythm. He raised his hands to cup her breasts, gently pressing the soft flesh and pleasing her nipples with his thumbs. Erin uttered a low and vibrant moan that made his hair stand on end, a moan which intensity grew as pleasure increased. Feeling his orgasm approaching, Jarod voiced a warning sound inviting her to diminish the pace, but Erin didn't stop; so he seized her hips trying to stay her, but she whispered: