Chapter 26 The Making Of Love

• Clea dropped onto her knees and unzipped his trouser. As she pulled it down, she maintained eye contact with him. His long, pitch-black lashes cast sultry shadows over his bright amber irises. At that moment, Clea believed he was the sexiest man she'd ever met. He was gazing at her with an intensity that was both warm and invigorating and made her shy.
• So she looked down. She had to, anyway, since she was doing a gift unwrapping and had gotten to the final wrap. She dragged off his underwear and his cock burst free. It stuck out straight in front of him; long, thick and hard. Clea let out a small gasp, drooling at the sight of it. Her hand slowly went up to touch it, and Tarik twitched a bit when her hand held him. She smiled as she grazed it with her face.
• She dropped tiny kisses all over it. Then she stuck her tongue out at his head, pulling his taste into her mouth. Licking it up like it was a treat. She dragged her tongue down his shaft, licking all the way to his balls and back up. Then she, very slowly, took his head into the moist insides of her mouth. Tarik moaned. His hips rocked forward and his knees bent slightly. Clea gripped his hips, strengthening her stance, and buried more of him in her mouth. She withdrew, then drove back in faster. She sucked hard enough to make him release needy groans and whimpers.