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inspired and invigorated. She pulled herself up to her knees, scooted over
until she was kneeling between his legs, and looked down at his gorgeous,
supine body. Then reached out and took his cock gently in her hands.
    He opened his eyes and watched her
carefully. Very slowly, she brushed her fingers along his hard length with the
faintest of touches. Because she was studying his face, she saw him swallow
hard in response.
    She started to change
positions—leaning over to brace herself with her hands on the mattress so she
could crawl up to straddle his pelvis—but in doing so her face moved down
toward his groin. Before she could register that this might look suspicious,
Owen was gripping her firmly by the shoulders, heaving her up. “Oh, no,” he
warned. “Do not dare.”
    Giggling, she explained, “I wasn’t
going down on you. I promise. I’ve decided I’d be stupid to work against you in
this. After all, seven orgasms are seven orgasms, and I’d be a fool to
complain. I was just trying to get into position.” It wasn't entirely the truth,
but it was close enough to be convincing.
    Still watching her warily, he asked,
“What position?” He was acting like, at any second, she might ruthlessly
assault him with her mouth and bring an abrupt end to his ambitions. “No
cheating.”
    She was pretty sure they’d never
agreed that her giving him oral sex was a form of cheating in this game, but
she didn’t argue with his demand. Knew he’d oppose anything that would so
easily make him come. She had a strategy already worked out. She would have to
go about this in a much more discreet way if she wanted it to work. She had to
get them far enough along before Owen realized what was happening. Otherwise
she might not be able to make him come before he wanted to.
    “I wanted to be on top this time.”
She smiled at him innocently and scooted her body forward until she was
hovering over his pelvis, her legs folded on either side of his hips.
    His face relaxed slightly. “In that
case…” he murmured, moving his hands up to curve around her butt.
    He was making this way too easy for
her. She almost felt guilty about her underhanded intentions.
    Almost. But this was a challenge,
after all. This wasn’t cheating by any rules they’d ever agreed to. And all
she’d be doing was giving Owen an incredible orgasm.
    And making sure she felt in control
of the dangerous feelings lurking in the back of her mind.
    Why should he possibly object to
that?
    She leaned over and lifted his cock
so she could line it up at her entrance. Breathing out, she lowered herself
over it, felt his hard flesh push inside her.
    Owen squeezed his eyes closed as her
tight pussy sheathed him, and he released a breathless little sound of tortured
pleasure.
    She chuckled huskily and brought her
hands forward so she could cup his face. “You all right, baby?” she inquired in
her throatiest voice. She had never called him “baby” before, but she thought
it might sound extra sexy.
    He opened his eyes, either at the
question or the endearment. Because she had poised herself appropriately, he
was greeted by the sight of her gently swaying breasts and soft fall of hair.
    Owen groaned and shifted his eyes
away from her. “Fuck,” he muttered, “You’re killing me, love.” She could feel
how tense he was in the muscles of his face, and then in his chest and belly as
she ran her hands down over his body. “I hope you appreciate all the torture
I'm going through for you.”
    Despite her plan to move into things
gradually, her body tightened involuntarily around him at the outrageousness of
this remark. He’d spoken as if he was doing this for her—when he’d already told
her straight out that he wasn’t. No matter how much he happened to please her
along the way, he’d made it very clear he was doing this to win.
    Which meant she didn’t have to feel
guilty for doing anything she had to do to keep him from winning.
    He grunted harshly as