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frowned as she contemplated what he’d said.  “I like kissing, but a lot of men don’t or they only pretend to, so they can get to what they really want.”
    “I loved kissing you.  Could you tell?”
    She glanced at him now.  Hesitantly, she nodded.
    “What else have you liked about sex?”
    She squirmed.  Looked past him and toward the kitchen, as if preparing to make an excuse about checking on dinner.
    He pushed.  Just a little harder.  “Did you like being kissed between your legs?”
    Her breath hitched but she still didn’t answer him.
    “Did you?” he asked, deliberately edging his voice with masculine demand. 
    When she looked at him this time, it was with a bit of nervousness, but she didn’t pull away.  “Yes.”
    “Hmmm,” he said, then turned back to the screen. 
    She held herself stiffly for a while, then did the same thing.  Together, they watched as the woman on the screen was treated to exactly the kind of kisses they’d just been discussing.  She was shaved bare, giving them a clear and tantalizing view of a man’s tongue and teeth as he worked her. 
    When the man plunged his tongue into her core, Jenna squirmed even harder. 
    God, he ached.  He wanted to release his dick from his pants again, but more than that, he wanted to get his mouth on her. 
    The woman screamed as her climax took her.  Jenna trembled against him.  “Dinner’s almost ready,” she said suddenly.  “You said you were hungry.”  She tried to stand, but he caught her hand and tugged gently until she sat back down.
    “I am hungry.  But not for food.”  He nodded towards the TV.  “He’s making her feel so good.  I want to make you feel good, too, Jenna.  I want to lick up your juices and fuck you with my tongue.  If you think you can handle that, I’d love to give it to you.”
    His offer was direct and genuine, intermingled with the dramatic sounds of sexual gratification still coming from the television.  She swallowed so hard her throat convulsed.  And then she stood, turning toward the kitchen and walking away.
    He sighed.  Fuck. He’d tried.  But she wasn’t going to let it happen.  He’d thought for a moment there that she might, but her fear really was stronger than…
    He caught movement from the corner of his eye and looked up.  She’d come back, chewing her lip for all she was worth.  As he watched, her hands dropped to the hem of her sweater and she pulled it off, exposing her pretty breasts encased in that simple white bra, a faint darkness over one nipple where he’d sucked her through the fabric.  “I turned off the oven,” she said, then quickly dropped her hands to unsnap her jeans.  Before he knew it, she was naked. 
    Her sheer beauty was like a kick in the gut, stealing his breath.  He’d seen her up close and personal many times, as many times as he’d looked at her Playboy centerfold.  He’d jerked off countless times to the magazine spread, but having her naked in front of him, here and now, real and vulnerable…
    Despite feeling light-headed, he stood up, took her hand, and led her back to the couch.  “Sit down.”
    Her gaze flickered to the TV, where the woman was going down on her partner now.  “Shouldn’t we—”
    He shook his head.  “Let’s leave it on.”
    Hesitantly, she sat down and he kneeled in front of her.  Gently, he pushed her knees apart and moved between them.  She was shaking, her breasts jiggling with her desperate breaths and her fingernails digging into her palms. 
    “Stop that,” he said.  He lifted her hands to his lips and kissed them, licking over the crescents that her nails had left.  His tongue delved in between her fingers, and her thighs tightened against his hips in response.  “It’s going to be okay,” he said. 
    He leaned in and kissed her mouth softly.  Hesitantly, she kissed him back.  He palmed her breasts for a long time before he lowered his hands, his mouth following.  He was no