From Scrupples 2
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....... Quentin Browning whispered in surrender and took her in his arms, lifting her off the floor and depositing her on the bed. He kissed her eager, triumphant mouth over and over, and ever more deeply as he unbuttoned her shirt and freed her small, rosy, exquisitely young and pointed breasts. Quickly impaatient with mere kisses, no matter how excellent, Gigi tugged on his hair so that he was forced to leave her mouth and bend down to her breasts. She took them in her hands and roughly thrust her delicately arrogant nipples into his mouth, as avidly as if she wanted him to bite them. "Wait, wait," he muttered, but Gigi chose not to hear him, and hurried to wriggle out of her jeans and panties while he was still busy learning how much the little pick tips could swell and harden. "God, you're greedy," he mumbled as he became aware of her nakedness, "a greedy little girl, so greedy," and he stripped as quickly as he could. She thre her arms around his chest and rubbed herself up and down against his bare body, as violently as if she were on fire and was trying to smother the flames with his skin, all the while kissing him ardently wherever her thirsty mouth landed.
"Hold it," he commanded, pinioning her arms so that he could look at her, so that he could examine the deep indentation of her waist, the splendidly modeled swelling of her elegantly formed hips and legs, the slight roundness of her belly and the flaunted promise of her tangle of pubic hair.
Gigi closed her eyes tightly while he looked at her, panting with impatience, breathless with expectation, but unable to free herself from this inquisition until she started to move her hips from side to side on the bed in an instinctively languid cadence of such seduction that it made him forget his curiosity.
As soon as she felt him loosen his grip, she launched herself at him abruptly, opening her legs and pushing herself forward so that he found his penis imprisoned by her warm thighs. He laughed at her impulsiveness and drew back so that he could caress her between her legs and open her properly. He traced a path through the silky, curly thicket of her gentle cound, trailing his fingers purposefully down to the lips he intended to see with his own eyes before he entered them. Gigi closed her eyes again, at his touch, clenching her teeth and writhing on the bed with such intensity that he caught fire from her eagerness and could resist no longer. He took his frm, quivering penis in his hand and trust it all the way into her with one quick, brutal shove, too implaned by her avidity to hold back. She was tight, he thought, because she was so small, and that was the last lucid thought he had as the movements of her body responded to his. She bit his shoulder until she drew blood as she met his relentlessness with an equal relentlessness of her own, urging him on quickly in the grip of an attack of such impetuous passion that it astonished him, experienced as he was. He tried to hold back, not sure if she was ready, but she didn't allow him any hesitation, using her body at a breakneck pace, mercilessly, even clumsily, but to such potent effect that soon he was rearing and bucking in the grip of a vast and irresistible orgasm.
Exhausted, he fell away from Gigi's body and lay speechless on the bed.