To be honest with herself, Marti had never felt anything so delicious in all her life.  The feeling of Jeremiah, deep inside her body, filling her body, soul, and heart.  She looked down at his handsome face, and listened to his ragged breathing.<br/><br/>Slowly, she raised and lowered herself on his magnificent manhood, and then she felt his hands on her hips to guide her into the rhythm, that he wanted both of them to experience.  She was more than willing to follow his lead.  She leans forward, and her breasts brush against his chest, her nipples reacting sharply to the erotic feel of skin to skin.  She kisses him on the mouth, passionately, her tongue sweeping across his lower lip, and darting inside, when he allows her entrance.<br/><br/>As she sits up again, he reaches for her breast, and massages it while his other hand goes to the center of her womanly desire, and twists that little nubbin.  Her body responds, wet, warm, and welcoming.  When he calls her "Kitten" she can deny him nothing!<br/><br/>"What's your idea, Darling?"  her voice just as breathy with excitement.