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<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">The soft 'I know' surprised Aven, words that Aven struggled to decipher.  She didn't know where his head was at, what thoughts were clattering his mind. The passion was still there - the insistent need to touch, feel, and explore, consequences be damned. But there was still that sore spot in her that wondered if he felt what she thought he'd felt from before - that tiny bit of insecurity that Aven refused to indulge. Rafael didn't owe her love. He didn't owe her anything. <br/>
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And yet the way he held her close to him, hand curving over the plushness of her derriere for the full sake to keep her close had Aven's mind running in directions it had no right to run toward. She thought of their dinners, weekend escapes, them curled up on a plush, large bed - using just the center despite the vastness of it. She remembered his rough palm on her cheek and the soft way that he'd look at her which would have Aven's heart clenching like a vice. All those emotions were too tender though - <i>too</i> natural. Which is why she pushed it to something sexual. So that she didn't have to <i>think</i>, just feel his pleasure so she could gain the pleasure of that. <br/>
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“Who’s to say this isn’t my prize?” Aven grinned, the vibrations of her voice tremoring against the warm skin of his cock on her knees. Her tongue tilted by his base, dragging the sloppiness down to his tip until she was sucking his crown luxuriously, tasting him with the focus she’d presented making that crème brûlée of theirs. Aven's eyes fluttered closed while her tongue rolled around his tip, the flat of her palms roaming over his thighs warmly while she teased him with her mouth. Rafael's fingers curled into the thick tresses of her golden hair, encouraging her to take more of him. A slight whimper left her lips at the action, but she obliged him anyway, pushing forward until her throat constricted before easing her lips down until she was sipping at his tip. <br/>
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"A few more minutes is all I need,” she kissed the slit on his prick to punctuate her words, one hand slipping back to his balls while the other hollowed and pushed a few inches of his cock down the hot caverns of her mouth. Aven would’ve loved taking her time with him. She would’ve loved to tease him until he was breathless and <i>taking</i>, but time was a constraint that Aven was highly aware of. Instead of teasing him the way she typically would have, Aven's famished mouth slipped a few inches over his tip, swallowing as much of him as she could comfortably before bobbing her head back and forth. Her tongue rolled around the slowly hardening length before curling to match the divids of Rafael's cock, suctioning her cheeks to tighten her warm grip on him. <br/>
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Her hands roamed over his thighs, and a deep, pleased sigh left her lips while the sounds of her continuous sucking emanated the air around them. She kept her eyes on Rafael's though, memorizing the way his Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed, the way his lips parted, slits of blue present through nearly fastened eyes. He was so beautiful - achingly so. She hummed around his cock lightly before taking as much of him in her mouth as she could. The pressure pushed at the back of her throat, fingers tightening around his hips while a faint trickle of saliva dampened her lower lip. "Let me taste you, Rafael. Please,"</span><br/>
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