<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Do not bite your lip, sweet one," he chided -- this time half teasing, as he'd told her not to bite her lip in so very many circumstances before this, but never in bed.  He leaned in and caught her lip in his own teeth, using his tongue to free it from her teeth before kissing her hard, hungrily.<br/>
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Her hand on his cock was almost enough to distract him from his self-appointed mission of pleasing her.  His hips thrust into her hand, biting back a groan of his own.  "You have me, my love," he whispered.  "Always, I am yours."  His fingers slid down into her cunt, thrusting lightly as he felt her body seeking something to clench down on.  He kept his thumb on her clit, twisting his hand to allow him to pleasure her properly.</span></span>