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Julia’s head was spinning. Each caress aroused a different sensation—goose bumps rose on her arms, her nipples puckered against his chest, and licks of flames rushed through her belly leaving her molten inside. She ground her hips against his rock-solid thigh, feeling him match her rhythm.
    Her mind couldn’t keep up with the sensations but her fingers acted of their own accord, tracing the muscles of his chest and back, searching lower until they reached his steely length. She stroked, lightly, using the same teasing touch as Ben, which was working her into a frenzy. His cock responded with an approving twitch, growing impossibly harder. She caught a bead of moisture with her thumb, slicking it around his head in quickening circles until he moaned.
    His fingers slid between her slippery folds, pausing to pulse lightly against her clit. She bit her lip, not wanting to come yet but knowing she wouldn’t be able to hold out for long.
    “So beautiful,” he whispered against her lips, his hand never relenting its maddening movement, his hips rocking so that his cock rubbed enticingly against her circled fingers.
    “Oh God.” The tension built in her belly, spreading all the way to her toes.
    “Breathe.” Ben brushed his lips against her ear, his own hot breath heightening the sensations.
    She inhaled deeply, feeling the rush of oxygen as the pleasure inside her broke free, tumbling out with pulsating contractions that sent her hips rising off the bed. Ben stilled his hand against her as her body fluttered around his fingers.
     
    Ben ran his nose along her cheek, reveling in her sweet, steamy scent, waiting for her breathing to slow. She was a dazzling mix of strength and fragility and he didn’t know whether to ravage her or hold her as if she were a glass figurine. All he could think about was being inside her. “I want to make love to you.”
    “Yes.” She breathed the word against his neck, raising her lips to kiss him. Her tongue melted against his, drawing him in as her hand resumed its entrancing stroke up and down the length of his swollen shaft. “Do you have a condom?”
    “I do, if I could remember where I left my pants.”
    She giggled, the sound rippling through him, making his cock throb. “I bought some too. They’re in my nightstand.” She wriggled away just enough to reach the drawer. Watching her, her arm extended, her alabaster skin shimmering in the shadowy glow of the streetlights, her black hair shining as it fell across her face, he felt his chest tighten with feelings he hadn’t had in years. His heart beat unevenly as she fumbled with the condom box. As soon as she placed one in his hand, he regained his focus.
    Her small hands pressed against his chest, pushing him down onto the bed. He went willingly, amazed when she began to kiss her way down his chest as her hand massaged his balls. Oh Jesus. Her mouth trailed lower, her tongue licking a path around his navel, her hair grazing his hip. Her breath was hot and moist against his overheated skin as she resumed the gentle stroking of his cock.
    Her nipples brushed against his thigh as she bent lower, her tongue swooping out, tracing its way around each of his balls before licking a trail up his towering erection. She pulled his skin taut and twirled the tip of her tongue against the sensitive ridge, creating shock waves so intense he almost shot off. He grabbed handfuls of sheets, trying to regain control, overwhelmed by the sweet, musky scent rising from her body. She took him in her mouth, pulling her cheeks in as her lips slid down his length.
    “Christ.” He couldn’t even think, he just knew he needed to stop her. “I want you.” He tugged at her arms, urging her up, groaning at the popping sound her mouth made when she released the suction on his cock.
    He tore the condom wrapper with his teeth, feeling carefully to make sure he unrolled it in the proper direction. Waiting for a second try was definitely not an option. He