All love resided in her. Marcy was love!

Dancing a few steps away from him, she moved to unheard music, her body shining alabaster, her long, raven hair swishing across her back, a few locks straggling over her shoulders to fall into the cleavage of her full, proud young breasts, her hips swaying, teasingly, back and forth, in imitation of sexual movements. Her rounding and tapered thighs moved with sure strength, and he watched the suppleness of her legs as they moved.

Don had to have her. Christ! He had to have her now! His penis ached, throbbingly, jerking against his pants, demanding release and relief.

He came off the couch and captured her in his arms to mash his mouth down on hers, kissing her hard and brutal. She melted into his arms and kissed him back with lips and tongue, searching deep into his mouth. Suddenly, he abandoned her mouth, and he was kissing her breasts, taking the nipples into his mouth, one by one, then moving down… down… he kissed her belly, stopping to probe into her navel. Then, he was at the vee of her loins, and he knelt to hold her around the hips while his tongue pressured into the top of her warm femaleness to search for the tiny bud of her clitoris in its warm little shrine of sex-flesh. He found it alive and quivering under his tongue. He licked and she exploded in rapture.

"Oh, yes, Don! Do it!" she murmured. "Lick me! Lick me good! Oooooooh! It feels soooooo goooooood!"

Inching backward, she leaned against a small table and spread her thighs wider, standing in wide-spaced stance, her buttocks resting on the edge of the table, half supporting her weight. Uncontrollably, her hands went to either side of his head to guide his face between her open thighs and encourage him. He used his tongue, hungrily, licking deep at her vaginal slit, the sparse, youthful curls of her pubic mound tickling softly against his lips. She pushed him away.

"Let's do it the easy way… on the lounge," she whispered, hoarsely, moving away from him.