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grabbed his head and pulled him harder against my swollen D-cups. Franklin moved from one breast to the other and mumbled something about soft and sweet. I couldn’t respond. I could barely form a coherent thought. My insides burned. Every flick of his tongue, every brush of his lips, made me quiver and crave more.
    Then his fingers found my sex. I ached down there. An ache that pulsed in sync with the flow of blood pounding in my ears. When his thumb grazed the surface of my sensitive tissue, I moaned. I’d never moaned before. Not with desire, anyway. I couldn’t take much more. Certainly I’d be reduced to ash if he continued. Franklin spread my thighs wider and lowered his head.
    Oh. My. I’d never seen anything more sensual than Franklin’s head between my legs and dreamy blue eyes promising me pleasure beyond reason. “I’ve waited too long to taste you,” he whispered before plunging his tongue between my wet folds.
    The way he’d worked my mouth with kisses was child’s play compared to what he did down there. With each stroke, each suck, nibble, plunge…I convulsed in wanton pleasure. I fisted the bedding, ground my hips against his face. My legs, reacting to his unspoken commands, wrapped around his neck. I squeezed my thighs together to speed things up or slow them down. Hell, I hadn’t a clue what I needed or wanted, except more.
    I’d never been consumed so completely—mind, body and spirit. I needed him inside me, controlling, possessing. He gave everything. I wanted more.
    A tempest brewed within me. I tried to slow him down. I was so sensitive, wound so tight, there was no way I’d survive the release. When he plunged two fingers inside me, I threw myself back on the bed and bucked my hips in a shameful display. The violent orgasm nearly shattered me on its own, but Franklin latched on and sucked hard, drawing my release farther. The mixture of pain and pleasure was so intense, so exhausting, I couldn’t muster strength to open my eyes when he crawled on top of me and pressed his erection against my belly.
    His lips found mine and I grabbed his ass when he pumped himself between our flesh. Weary as I was, I met his thrusts and opened my eyes when he growled my name, his semen spilling onto my skin. He trembled and collapsed at my side, resting a heavy, muscled thigh across my hips.
    Much to my surprise and shame, I started to cry.
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    “What the hell?” I mumbled through garbled sobs, too wrung out to turn away from him.
    “Fuck, baby.” Franklin leaned over me and pulled my chin to face him. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
    “Nothing’s wrong.” I wiped pesky tears from my eyes. “That was… Wow. I’ve never been, you know, not like that. It’s never been so intense.” A white lie. I’d never been kissed down there, let alone brought to the brink of death and back. The very idea of oral pleasure had always seemed taboo, despite being, in my opinion, more intimate than intercourse. I’d feared I would be too self conscious or bashful to enjoy it. I wasn’t, not with Franklin. Sexy. Wanton. Uninhibited. Anything but shy.
    The wrinkles on his forehead deepened. “You’re not telling me something.”
    Seriously, how did he know? “Okay, smart guy. I’ve never done the oral sex thing. I’ve never orgasmed with a man. I’ve suffered through exactly two sexual experiences, both with fumbling boys who didn’t have a clue what they were doing. Neither did I for that matter.”
    An arrogant smile lit up his face, and he rose from the bed. Smug bastard. “I’m gonna get you cleaned off. Don’t move.” He strutted to the bathroom. Naked. Badass. Franklin moved with fierce confidence. When he returned with a warm, wet washcloth and a towel, I struggled to keep my eyes above his waistline, but his erection stood proud and…
    “Holy cow, you’re huge!” I slapped my hand over my mouth. The words had escaped. No reeling them in. How could a man be hard so soon after