His kisses grew even more intimate, his mouth connecting to hers in a way she had never felt before.

Anika lost herself in him.

Her mouth followed his, taking and molding and giving, as her body melted under his palms.

In one tiny, rational part of her mind, there was a thought, a little thought trying to be heard, but she couldn't formulate it, couldn't quite catch it.

All she knew was that she had wanted this man again.

And now he was here with her and with a promise that he will tell her that who is he.

They hadn't spoken a word, but they both knew and agreed for whatever gonna happen next.

This was their time and both of them planned to take it. Anika is ready to pay herself to know who is he.

Even as her mind was trying so hard to focus on the little thought that she should know it before doing it.

But right now, her body was on fire, aching for his touch.

Anika couldn't get enough of his fingers lightly caressing her, of his palms trailing along her flesh, of his mouth matching hers.

Anika willed Mr. Stranger to touch her aching nipples, to give her some relief from the arousing pain.

Anika : will you give some attention to these aching nipples too.

As if she had spoken aloud, his hands moved to her breasts, cupping them, reverently holding them in his warm palms.

His thumbs worked in unison, sliding back and forth over the taut skin, tightening it even further.

Anika moaned into his mouth, her body arched forward, praying he wouldn't stop.

His thumbs moved faster, slipping over the bumples of her nipples, lightly scratching them with his fingernails.

Again she moaned, and cried out softly, the incredible desire causing her to nearly cease breathing.

When he held those nubbins between his thumb and forefinger, and began rolling them gently, then less gently,

Anika nearly lost all control.

Her mouth covered his, her tongue plunged roughly into his hot pinkness, washing the velvety smoothness needily.

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