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instincts refused and stayed still.
    His hands circled her ass, rubbing, massaging, and stroking her through her skirt. Every circle moved farther down her legs until he passed the edge of her skirt.
    “Justin…,” she said, even as she leaned forward to push her ass closer to him and whatever access he desired.
    He placed a kiss on the small of her back, and then his hands started stroking the skin on each leg. The upstrokes going higher and higher up her thigh, until he touched her panties. Every nerve in her sex was alight, and the first brush of his fingers across the fabric covering her slit had her legs trembling. Justin took one hand, slipped it under her blouse, and pressed on her stomach to steady her, while his other hand looped a finger around her panties and pulled them down. She didn’t see where he put them once she’d kicked them off.
    “Pull your skirt up,” he said. She complied immediately. One hand went to either side of her body and lifted her skirt to her waist. She thought the tension in her belly was the force of his hand helping her stand, but she quickly realized it was also a growing excitement about being touched again.
    He placed kissed on her ass. First the left cheek, then the right, before he started over again. His hand pressed against the side of her thigh and she moved her legs farther apart. She wanted to fully bend over for him, but his hand held her in place.
    He slipped a finger into her pussy. Her knees buckled from the sensation, but Justin‘s embrace held her steady. Warmth radiated from his hands and her hips quickly matched the steady motion of his fingers. His hand pressed down to cover her sex completely as his fingers were buried inside. Slowly his thumb made circles up and down the sides of her folds.
    Her entire body shook at the growing pleasure created under Justin’s skilled hands. How she ever considered her previous lovers satisfying bewildered her. Nothing compared to the rough, yet loving touches Justin gave her. She knew it would end too soon, but she’d never say goodbye first. Until he gave her the ‘Dear Jane’ speech, she’d be his.
    She jumped at the touch of his tongue licking across her slit. Her instinct told her to swan dive down to her toes so he could lick and suck until she came, but his tongue pulled away as quickly as it appeared, and she cried out in disappointment.
    The tempo of his finger sliding in her increased and his thumb brushed over her clit without making full contact. The sensations built inside her to a crest, and then without warning he placed another kiss on her back and pressed his thumb firmly across her clit. She came apart, her hips bucked wildly down on his hand while his fingers kept up the motion inside her until the last of her orgasm subsided. Trembling and weak kneed, he turned her around and kissed above her sex, before standing to face her. His eyes locked onto her like she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. They were filled with both soft emotion and pure lust. He wanted her again. Now. But he held back.
    “What’s stopping you?” she asked.
    He cocked his head sideways. “You don’t have any more clothes after we get this outfit dirty,” he said.
    She smiled and squeezed his hand. He wanted her to keep some of her professionalism and finish the job she needed to do. Justin pushed aside his own need for her, and it meant more than anything he had done so far. She knew her makeup would be ruined, but she wouldn’t have to waste the entire day looking for more clothes.
    The sweat hung on her nose and he helped her closer to the boat so she could lean against it. She knew he’d be there to catch her anytime she stumbled and fell.
    She looked back up, looped an arm around his neck, and pulled him down for a kiss.
     
     
    Incredible. It was the only word he could use to describe Erica. After the sex they already had, she melted under his hand to have a third orgasm right on the shore next to the boat.