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His own body throbbed anew as Chloe gave a throaty groan and her head dropped back to break the kiss. As Timothy moved the soft pad of his thumb against the puckered pout of her nipple, her breathing became labored and ragged, and he kissed down the length of her creamy throat to push aside the hand of the singlet so that his tongue and teeth could seek out the hollows at the base of her neck.

She tasted better than anything he had ever experienced before. The feel of her skin against his lips was a beguiling combination of feminine softness and spice. He could feel the heat of Chloe's arousal as she pressed her hips into his, sensed how ready she was for him. So ready that Timothy wanted to lie her down on the floor and take her right here and now. To thrust into her time and time again, until she screamed out his name as she climaxed, wildly, fiercely, as spasm after spasm of pleasure wrapped itself around him and she took him over that edge with her.

Timothy nudged her back towards