His arousal was clearly evident and he moaned seductively when she gently brushed him with her hand. Kneeling in front of him, she slid her hands around him to caress his buttocks whilst she gently rubbed her face over his straining erection. Beverly look up and was treated to the sight of Jean-Luc Picard, his head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open, adrift in a sea of sensation. Beverly slowly rose, kissing and nibbling his body as she did. When he looked at her she could see the desire, the heat and the love swirling in his dark hazel eyes. Placing his large hands on her shoulders, he gently pushed her to sit on the bed. Kneeling before her, he placed his hands, one on each leg and began to caress her thighs. After a short while, kisses were applied to the soft inner thigh, lazily travelling higher. Supporting herself with her hands on the bed, she arched her back, opening her legs further as she did. She allowed her head to loll back and pushed gently with her hips, encouraging him. Pausing only long enough to divest her of her nightgown, he returned to his ministrations. Jean-Luc was in no hurry. Occasionally he would reach up and caress a breast or roll a nipple between finger and thumb, all the while moving his tongue closer and closer to his goal. Soon he placed a hand on the small of her spine, while the other joined in the exploration of his lover. As he slowly slid a finger into her body, his tongue found her engorged clitoris. Her orgasm was almost instantaneous, his caresses bringing a subsequent climax soon after the first. Removing his fingers and lifting his face, he slowly kissed his way to Beverly’s mouth, stopping to tease her nipples on the way. He lay on his side, head cradled on one hand, the other travelling softly over her quivering body. “You’re so beautiful Beverly.” When she’d regained her senses she sat up. With a little help from Jean-Luc, his sleep shorts were removed. They lay together each giving pleasure to the other for some time. Beverly looked intently into Jean-Luc’s eyes. Holding his gaze she reached up and dragged her nails through the softly curling hair of his chest. Leaning forward, she took one of his flat nipples in her mouth and gently bit it. She was rewarded with the sharp intake of his breath. While her mouth was gainfully employed, her hand moved slowly down his taut torso, resting momentarily to dally in the thick pubic growth. She slid her hand past his heavily throbbing penis to caress his testicles with a featherlike touch. A deep moan escaped his lips when Beverly ran the tip of one finger up the underside of his penis and it twitched at the sensation, eliciting another breathless moan from Jean-Luc. After wrapping her hand around his shaft, she stroked him gently. Releasing his nipple and delighting in its puckered hardness, she kissed her way down to his swollen manhood. As she continued to caress him, she slid her mouth over him, applying her tongue lavishly. Soon after this Jean-Luc began to tense, his already rigid member getting harder. Jean-Luc ran his hands through her hair, entangling his fingers and raising her head. She straightened to lie beside him and they shared a searing kiss. As they kissed, Jean-Luc took Beverly and rolled her onto her back. Then he gently covered her body with his. Caressing a breast he kissed her deeply and, as he did, entered her slowly. He remained still a few moments then began a maddeningly slow thrusting. Beverly though she would go insane with the sensations passing through her. “My God Jean-Luc…please…”
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