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her thong and the warmth of her skin. Fingers danced just above her nest of curls before sliding between 41 her folds into the slickness of her slit. Found the nub of her clit and stroked it so lightly she wanted to scream for him to touch her harder. Harder!
    She tried to lift her hips to him but he held her in place while he teased and tormented. The throbbing in her body intensified, a hunger clawing through her.
    Grady’s fingers rubbed and stroked and lightly pinched, fanning the flames licking through her.
    “This little button feels so good, darlin’.” His voice was soft against her ear. “Little nub of flesh just made for me to touch. It’s making your whole pussy hot, isn’t it? And soaked. I want it dripping, sugar, so my fingers will slide right in there. Feel those wet walls close around them and know that pretty soon they’ll be gripping my cock.”
    His words were as arousing as his touch and she brushed her hand against his fly, seeking his hard erection.
    “Let me touch you,” she panted. “Please, Grady.”
    She mourned the loss of his hand as he slid it free to unfasten his jeans and push them down along with his boxers. But then his fingers were back worrying her clit and she wrapped her own around that stiff, hot, swollen shaft. Her thumb slid over the velvet of the head, finding the bead of fluid that signaled his arousal. She spread it over the surface before stroking her fingers up and down his length.
    As her fingers squeezed his cock, his own moved below her pulsing clit to the opening of her vagina, two fingers sliding easily inside her. They curled to reach that hot spot right there and scrape lightly against it.
    Oh god!
    Her hand convulsed around his shaft as the tremors of a small climax gripped her, the walls of her pussy grasping at the invading fingers. She tried to ride them, tried to push her clit against the heel of Grady’s hand, but he was relentless about holding her in place. Driving her to pleasure. Finger-fucking her until the small orgasm spent itself and the process began again.
    But she realized between desperate breaths he wasn’t as in control as he’d like her to believe. His own breathing was uneven, his skin warmer, his hips moving against her hand just enough for her to notice it.
    “I want you inside me,” she murmured, even as his wicked fingers alternated between stroking her clit and plunging inside her.
    “Not yet, darlin’.” She could sense the effort at control. “Your pleasure comes first.”
    “I’m having plenty of pleasure,” she cried. “I want you now.”
    “Soon,” he promised.
    His thumb rasped her clit while his fingers thrust in and out of her. And there it was again, another climax, rushing through her, making her pussy clamp and clasp and flex. Her hips rose and fell against his touch as she shook with the spasms, erotic little noises erupting from her throat. She heard Grady moan as her fingers clamped reflexively around his shaft.
    She was covered with perspiration and panting unevenly when he finally kicked his jeans and boxers to the floor and ripped his shirt over his head. He made quick work of her clothing, dug a condom out of his duffle and was back between her legs almost before she could complain about his absence.
    He bent her legs wide and back to open her up to him fully, staring down at her for a long moment before driving into her with one hard stroke. He closed his eyes and inhaled slowly.
    “The promised land,” he breathed. “And worth the wait.”
    He lowered his head to take her mouth with his before beginning a steady in and out stroke. Thrust, push, drive. He filled every inch of her, his tongue doing to her mouth what his cock was doing to her pussy, the movements coordinated. And nothing existed for her except this man and their joining. The erotic fog that wrapped itself around them. The heat that flowed between them. And a connection she’d never had with another human being.
    When the orgasm hit it