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himself. Lindy watched that process with a certain amount of fascination. She was surprised he was still hard.
    “So, are you going to tell me what counts as rough or are you still avoiding that for some reason?” Her question seemed to prompt his penis to twitch slightly, and Lindy wondered how to get that response again.
    “You saw through my ploy.” He had rinsed the cloth, and now hung it neatly over the rail in the shower stall.
    “Well?”
    “It’s subjective, Lind. It isn’t an either-or thing.” He leaned one hip against the counter next to where she sat, crossed his arms and stared her down. “I’m not going to hurt you, if that’s what you’re worried about. If you don’t like something I’m doing, just tell me to stop and I will. No big deal.”
    “I wasn’t worried. I was curious. Trying to expand my mind.”
    “Overachiever. Come on back to bed.”
    She did go back to bed, although first she banished him from the bathroom. Lindy preferred solitude when she peed. And she still wanted to check out the damage for herself, despite Richard’s careful attention and reassurance that everything looked fine. She’d worried it might sting but it didn’t much, and there was no more bleeding. Just a little soreness, but even that wasn’t really unpleasant. It reminded her of what she had just done. What they had just done.
    He was waiting when she peered around the corner of the bedroom. Lying on one side on the rumpled sheets, staring out the window, a quirky half-smile curving his lips. For a second, Lindy was actually shy about being naked in front of him. Then he spotted her and grinned. When she ventured closer, he reached out to pull her down on top of him, and she melted at the heavenly sensation of skin touching skin.
    Nuzzling her nose into Richard’s neck, draping herself over him, Lindy found it too easy to forget he was just doing her a favor. She knew she should have left after the first time, because staying would only make it harder to leave in the long-run. But she had never expected him to ask her to stay; she’d had no defense against that. Now, Lindy thought, her only hope was to play it as casually as she could.
    “Now,” he said after a few minutes of drowsy groping, “we should get back to work on expanding your mind.”
    “My mind’s not down there,” she pointed out, squeezing her legs around his questing hand.
    “Oh I beg to differ,” he quipped. “And if it’s not down there, I think it should be.”
    Rolling her over deftly, he started a slow, exploratory slide down Lindy’s body. Stroking, kissing, finding new spots to tease.
    When he finally fetched up between her thighs, he wrapped his arms around her legs and settled in as though he planned to stay. “I didn’t spend nearly enough time here earlier,” he explained, as though an explanation was necessary.
    Whatever Lindy had planned to say in response flew out of her head the second Richard’s hot breath swept over her flushed, sensitive labia. She’d been thinking about rough, anticipating that. Instead he gave her agonizing gentleness, never quite enough. At first Lindy thought he was just being careful not to hurt her. She lifted her hips in a vain effort to get closer to his teasing mouth. She was still too shy to just push down on his head, although she seriously considered it. After her third or fourth thwarted attempt to wiggle closer, she chanced a glance down and caught him grinning in a wicked way. He held her gaze while he flicked his tongue out to brush her inner lips.
    “You’re so sensitive right now,” he whispered. “You’ll probably never be this easy to tease again.” Then he used his thumbs to spread her cunt open, rubbing gently and breathing hot air over her slit, and Lindy groaned as a fresh wave of arousal hit her.
    She would have been embarrassed at the surge of cream that followed if Richard hadn’t expressed delight and started to lap at it. Then he licked deeper, going for