Her wetness was dripping onto his tongue and she’d just given a moan of enjoyment when he pulled back. Pulling in an unsteady breath Lynn blinked down at him, confused – at least till he pushed her down to his hips. She started to smile-<strong>”Oh!”</strong>Gasping with alarm, she found him suddenly on top, and her lying on their clothes. She gaped up at him, surprised at his assertiveness, at his forcefulness as he pulled her hips and turned her over, rolling her onto her hands and knees. Within a few moments they were in a new position and he was poised behind her. Her heart was racing, her body filled with excitement.<br/><br/>Then he thrust forward and she gave out a small startled cry, her back arching as he filled her deep, stretched her. She moaned, trembling, too consumed in the moment to think of keeping quiet. She was so tight around him, her sex like a warm velvet glove gripping down on his hard member. When he spoke, she flushed and nodded. It was a crude sentiment… but she supposed the times when she masturbated in her chambers  she had thought of him on more than one occasion as well.<br/>