He bent closer to hear her quiet whisper and then a beautiful smile appeared on his dark face. Without a word, he kissed her, over and over. It felt like he couldn't tire of her lips or maybe he was trying to wear them out. She didn't know. But she wanted more.

His hands were on her hips and he rolled so that she straddled him. His cock was hard and he guided her movements, the tip rubbing against her clit over and over. His hands were hard but they didn't hurt or dominate. They guided, drawing hoarse cries from her mouth.

Finally she begged. "Please Chal."

He closed his...