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his shaft, watching as he closed his eyes and jutted forcefully into her hand. “That’s right, like that.”
    He touched her shoulders and gently urged her to kneel before him. “Wet me.”
    Greedy for her first taste of him, she enclosed his entire head and most of his shaft in a sudden swirl of mouth and tongue.
    Smooth and warm and hard and spicy, he tasted like ambrosia. She grasped his buttocks and steadied him so she could slide her mouth up and down his shaft without needing to hold it. This was what she wanted, what she craved. She moaned in anticipation of what was to come when he flexed in her mouth, once, twice, three times.
    Not wanting him to come just yet, she settled back to a more sedate suction and nibbled the length of him delicately.
    His large hands cupped the back of her head firmly guiding her until the flexing started again. Her juices flowed so freely, she had to stand or risk coming by the sheer power of thought.
    “ I’ve got to get these jeans off. Then I’m going to get you off,” he said with a guttural moan. “Would you like that? To come on my face? On my fingers?”
    She couldn ’t answer, couldn’t even form one, the images he evoked were too much of everything she wanted, needed. She stood on wobbly legs as he got rid of his boots, pants, and socks. He sat her on the sofa, then splayed her knees, and draped them over his shoulders.
    She saw his gaze flare when he looked at her, open and ready. He slid the material aside and adjusted her legs wider so he could see more.
    “Inside, you’re as pink as your bathing suit. Dark pink and wet. I’m going to taste you there, Lisa.”
    She moaned, incapable of coherent thought. His hand was surer, larger, hotter , and demanded more of her than her own hand ever could. She ripened to near bursting as her clitoris swelled, plump with desire.
    “ You’re glistening,” he said as he leaned in close and finally undid the strings at her hips.
    She nodded. “ I’m dripping.”
    He dipped his forefinger into the slight indentation deep between her legs. She felt the effect immediately. Blooming like a rose, she opened to allow for any exploration he wanted. She thought of the thickened head of his penis and felt a burst of moisture in her mouth. She wanted him inside her pussy and her mouth at the same time.
    Frustrated by his slow inspection she raised her hips toward him hoping he’d get the hint and speed things up. No luck.
    Tyce rimmed her outer lips with one finger, while spreading the hood over her clit with two fingers of his other hand. His eyes glittered when he saw the ripe bud straining toward him.
    “Beautiful,” he said on a hushed breath. “You’re so ready, so full, so . . . mine.” She felt the heat of his gaze, the extent of his want, and caught her breath. Too long he looked; making her wonder if he’d ever take her where she needed to go.
    Finally, finally she saw his head drop toward her and she braced herself for the onslaught of tongue she felt sure was coming.
    Instead, he did no more than moisten her aching, protruding clit. A cool draft of air played across the nub as he blew gently.
    Ready to cry out or pull his face to her she was taken by surprise when the rimming of her lips turned into something more.
    She arched with the invasion, arched and spasmed around his marauding fingers, so close to orgasm she whimpered.
    “ Not yet, babe. Stretch for me.” He slipped another finger inside and massaged her clit with his thumb until she moaned and writhed with the onslaught. Just as she flooded his fingers, he finally bent his lips to her and sucked in the juices that flowed with her coming.
    Lisa writhed and bucked and rode it out to the end. Finally, legs slack, she felt hi s hands leave her as he stood. “Good?”
    Spent, hardly able t o catch her breath she nodded. “Good,” she managed.
    His erection was now at eye level and she tipped her tongue across the telltale bead of moisture at the eye of his