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part is just as
nice.”
    Finally, he bent his head again and she sighed as his wet
mouth caused the most exquisite sensations in what she had frankly usually
thought of as an inconvenience when they weren’t baiting a trap. Her fingers of
their own accord sunk into his silky blond hair. But they just ruffled through
the strands. She didn’t pull him to her, letting him set the pace, her eyes
closed. Obviously, this man knew what he was doing.
    And she didn’t give a crap about some safe right now.
     
    God, she was a funny little thing. Sassy and bold,
practically inviting herself into his bed, and then so sweet and shy when she
got in it. And her body was…incredible. Just as he’d said. Her naked breasts
were like nothing he’d ever seen, so lush and full and hot, that it was no
wonder that men usually couldn’t restrain themselves with her.
    But nobody had ever taught her the pleasure she could get as
well as give? Now that was surprising. Even though his cock was pounding, and
had been well before her hands went to the tie on her halter, he would pleasure
these breasts for hours if he could, even if she wanted no more than that. He
placed his palm carefully over the breast he wasn’t licking, flicking the
nipple with his thumb, and she groaned, spreading her legs under the skirt of
her dress. It appeared she wanted more than that.
    That was good too.
    Leaning up to kiss her mouth while his other hand wandered
down, carefully, he caressed the inside of one soft thigh and then moved north.
    Under his kiss, he could feel a murmur of protest and he
lifted his head before he had gotten to the promised land.
    “What?” he whispered down into her flushed face.
    “I don’t…I mean I think we should slow down.”
    “You do?”
    “No.” And she yanked his head back down to her and opened
her thighs wider for his hand. When he slipped beneath the edge of her silken
underwear and over her light curls, she groaned under his kiss, but he didn’t
stop this time. He moved his fingers down to her pussy, knowing he would find
it wet, but exultant that he did. Rubbing her clit lightly with her own
moisture for a moment, he raised his head. “You okay?”
    She nodded, her eyes still closed and those incredible
breasts beckoned him. Still fingering her, he kissed the nipple of the breast
he hadn’t properly tended to yet and she was so wet he felt confident in
kissing it a little harder. She bucked under him and he tongued her for a
moment and then sucked, still moving his fingers carefully against a now very
wet pussy.
    She froze, but he didn’t withdraw his fingers, just keeping
still, and then raising his head to whisper, “Too much?”
    She shook her head no, not opening her eyes, and he
continued massaging her clit, intending to thrust a finger or two firmly up her
cunt in a moment. She bucked as he set the rhythm her body was telling him she
wanted.
    “Do you like that?” he asked, watching her expression—not
because he didn’t know but because he wanted to hear her say it.
    She nodded.
    He laughed, bending to her breasts again. “Not much of a
talker in bed, are you, Sophia?” he murmured. When he set his mouth to her
breasts this time, his cock was complaining loudly, asking to get in on the
action. The feel of her nipple against his tongue as he lapped at her prompted
him to thrust his still-trouser-encased cock so hard against her hip, she’d
probably have a bruise tomorrow.
    Christ, he wanted to get inside her so badly.
    But first, he wanted to get her off. To see those long
lashes flutter open finally as she came.
    Then he’d rip the fucking dress off her and get down to
business.
    With the movement of his fingers and her own moisture
accommodating it, he bit her rosy wet nipple lightly.
    “Oh, my God.” She shuddered, coming strongly against his
fingers. To his disappointment, when he lifted his head to watch her face as
she climaxed, her eyes stayed closed. And he hadn’t even gotten a chance to