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his lips against my clit, the pressure so tentative I think he is deliberately testing my reaction. My mound lifts, my body yearning for more. He gives me more, running his tongue up the shaft and then angling his head to seal his mouth hot against my flesh.
    He sucks. The room fills with the soft, moist sounds of his devouring me. His thumbs trail down my needy slit to find the entrance of my cunt. Feather light strokes moving in opposite directions tease its rim until my moans join, then smother, his audible sucking.
    My hands, frozen at my sides since he finished undressing me, shoot down. I wind my fingers in his thick dark curls and groan. Luke lifts his head against my hands, as if letting me know he realizes just how very much I am enjoying his efforts.
    I look across the swell of my stomach to find him watching my face. Another acknowledgement flickers across the brown irises and then his eyes shut. His head sinks lower, allowing his tongue to make its first, exploratory push inside me. My fingers straighten against his skull and I wantonly push against the crown of his head. He nuzzles closer, unshaven face brushing against the sensitive flesh of my pussy and thighs.
    Cunt contracting, I gasp.
    Luke pulls back. Wet lips press against my thighs. His teeth gently dent my flesh as he leaves a love bite on each. Fingers stroke the shaft of my clit then slide to where my pussy weeps with need. A finger pushes in, my flesh crazy-sensitive and jerking in response.
    "How many lovers have you had, Marie?"
    I can hear the slight unease that tinges his voice -- as if he knows the answer and it bothers him. I wonder why he cares -- will my lack of lovers make him stop? Does it make me even less attractive or does he have a conscience buried somewhere beneath his carefully controlled façade?
    "None-of-your-business." Each word is a labor to expel because he hasn't stopped slowly stroking his thick finger inside me.
    "You're very narrow, baby." He eases a second finger in and traces the edge of something, not the outer perimeter but a very tender inner circle just an inch or so inside me. "You have had a lover, haven't you?"
    "Of course," I bite out. My body betrays the lie with a squeeze against his fingers. I shut my eyes, praying he didn't notice.
    "How many?" He pushes a little deeper, finding another sensitive spot against the roof of my cunt. He takes a little come-hither stroke inside me that curls my toes and makes answering him impossible. "I can tell it's no more than a few."
    Another stroke and I almost pass out.
    His lips return to my clit and the sweet suckling restarts. Licking, nibbling, he waits until he has driven me back to the point of distraction before he murmurs softly against my labia, "I bet your brother knows."
    He wouldn't really do something like that, would he?
    "Don't--" I start.
    "Then tell me." His fingers slide back to the inner ring and trace its edge. "Two?"
    "Yes…two. " My cunt gives another damning squeeze and I throw my hands over my face. "Please stop asking me questions."
    "Mmmm..." His tongue dips back down, filling and stretching my hole as he pushes deeper. With one big hand across my mound, he presses his thumb against the shaft of my clit, just above the hood and the tender glans it holds.
    He rubs a tight, continuous circle, bullying the sensitive pearl just below the hard press of his thumb. His tongue fucks in and out. My hips take up the rhythm, my hands returning to his head. Arousal takes control of my muscles, leaving me helpless to stop the unintentional scrape of my fingernails along his scalp as my fingers curl.
    Small mewling sounds contort through my throat, shaming me with how quickly I have capitulated yet again. I shake my head, dislodging the shame. His fingers and tongue feel too good -- a hundred times better than my rushed efforts to draw out a quick climax in the shower or the rare moments I have the apartment to myself.
    Tension building higher than I can hope to