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shoulders. When she was done, he shrugged it off and let it drop to the floor in a pool.
    Lilli took in the wide expanse of his chest. Jesus Christ, he was beautiful. Arms, chest, abs, all of it perfectly defined, dark curls covering his pecs and then tapering to a trail into the black nest around his cock. Both shoulders and his arms to his elbows were covered in intricate blackwork ink. His chest and belly were free of ink. He was standing before her, tall and broad and beautiful, his long, sable hair loose on his back. Without thinking at all, she grabbed his hips and leaned forward to press her lips to his hard, ridged belly. She ran her tongue through the hair around his navel. She couldn’t recall the last time she’d been so viscerally attracted to another human being. It almost had to be a pheromone thing, their chemistry just perfectly in sync.
    She felt his hand in her hair, curling her ponytail around his fist, forcing her to look up at him. “I want head. I want that fuckable, red mouth on me.”
    He did, did he? She smirked at him. “Yeah? What are you gonna do for me? Tit for tat, love.”
    He reached down and took her left nipple between his fingers, giving it sharp tug, making her gasp and moan. His mouth on her ear, making her heart race, he whispered, “Tit for tat, huh? How ‘bout I make you scream until your throat cramps? You swallow, Sport, and I’ll make it happen twice.” He stood straight again, challenge in his eyes.
    After a beat to steady her voice, she smiled at him. “You think you’ve got that kind of stamina?”
    “You doubt me? By the time we leave for breakfast, you won’t ever again.”
    Gauntlet thrown. She nodded and sucked his length into her mouth. “Ah, yeah. Yeah,” he growled. It had been awhile, and he was big, but she was good at this. She relaxed her throat and took him all in. “Fuck!” he groaned, and then his hips were moving hard. His fist in her ponytail and his hips moving like that, he had control of the situation. She didn’t want that. She gave head on her terms. She put her hand around his balls and squeezed, steadily increasing the pressure until she had his attention.
    “Hey! What the fuck’re you doin’, Sport?”
    Easing the pressure on his balls, she pulled him out of her mouth and licked her lips. Meeting his glare steadily, she said, “My rules. I set the rhythm. Hold still or let go of my hair.” He stared for a few seconds and then nodded. Since he didn’t let go of her hair, she figured he meant to hold still.
    And he did. As she worked him, taking him deep, sucking, licking, nipping lightly, he kept his fist loosely in her ponytail but did not constrict or try to control her movements. As he got close, his hips began to flex gently, but he tried to stop. He was grunting rhythmically, in time with her movements, until he put his other hand on her head, his fingers gripping her scalp. “Now, now, yeah, fuck yeah.” When he came he held her head tightly to him, but she didn’t care. He filled her mouth with hot, heavy liquid, and she swallowed around him. He tasted sweet and salty. Yep. Pheromones.
    When he was finished, she pulled away and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. He was staring at her, dazed, his eyes at half-mast. “That was fucking incredible.”
    She pushed back on the bed and spread her legs wide. “Better not have worn you out.”
    He grinned impishly and stripped the rest of his clothes off. “No way. I’m tireless.” As he tossed his jeans away, he caught his wallet chain and pulled the wallet up. He took two condoms out and dropped the wallet onto the pile that was his jeans. Then he crawled over her on the bed. Propped on his hands, he hovered. “You are a fuckin’ sexy bitch, you know that?” He bent his arms and came down to kiss her.
    She grabbed his hair in her fists and pulled him down to lie on her. Before he settled, she tried to flip them over, but he was quite heavy, and she only managed to