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receptive.
    She was close to coming, and she didn’t want to yet, not until he was inside her. She lifted herself up slightly, but clearly he didn’t want that. He caught her hips and rolled one last time—a fateful move, because they were nearer the edge of the bed than they realised. The momentum carried them right off the mattress, and with a startled squeal, she grabbed hold of him, falling right on top of him onto the carpet.
    He shifted at the last moment to cushion her fall and then lay there for a moment, winded. “Ouch,” he said eventually. She started laughing and he joined in. “Are you hurt?” he asked, running his hands down her sides.
    “No.” She pushed herself to her feet and held out a hand, hauling him up. “But then I had something soft to land on. You?”
    He groaned as he straightened. “Only my pride.”
    “Is that one of your fancy moves?”
    “I’m pleased to say that was the first time I’ve been so engrossed I’ve fallen off the bed.”
    She blushed at the compliment, letting him pull her toward him, and he wrapped his arms around her. She put a hand up to her hair, where a section had loosened. He squeezed open the clip and threw it onto the table. As the locks tumbled down, he spread them around her shoulders, smiling. “You’re so beautiful.”
    “Thank you.” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw movement on the TV and looked at the screen. His gaze turned to follow hers, and they watched for a moment as the two blondes made love, still in the shower. One aroused the other with a vibrator and the water cascaded over them both, turning their skin to satin.
    Rusty turned back to her and laughed, shaking his head.
    “What?”
    “This is just, like, every man’s dream.”
    She pretended to look at her watch. “I think your two minutes are up.”
    “I’m trying, Faith.” He pushed her backward to the wall, which she met with a bump. Her hands fumbled at the buttons on his shirt as he began to kiss her again. She pushed it off his shoulders, and he let it fall to the floor.
    She ran her hands up his chest, admiring the muscles she’d seen in the pool so many times but never thought she’d get her hands on. She brushed his nipples and threaded her fingers through the reddish-brown hairs as he watched her, enjoying her admiration. Then she began to fumble at his belt.
    He stopped her hand. “Let me, it’s quite hard.”
    “Well, praise the Lord.”
    “I was talking about the belt.”
    “Hey, I’m not complaining.”
    Laughing, he undid it, opening the buttons of his jeans. She caught his hands as he went to push them off. “No, don’t, leave them on. You look so damn sexy.”
    He stopped and grinned. “Yes ma’am.”
    “That’s my boy.”
    He pushed her against the wall, moving one hand up her thigh. His eyes met hers, and she felt her cheeks flush as he slipped his fingers inside the black lacy panties for the first time. She opened her legs for him, sighing.
    “Am I wet enough?” she asked innocently.
    He gave a deep, sexy laugh, sliding his fingers through her warm folds, and brought them up, slick and coated, to arouse her gently. “You’re kidding me, right?”
    She let him stroke her for a while before adding breathlessly, “So we don’t need any lubrication then?”
    “Ah…not so much.”
    She moistened her lips with her tongue as he continued his skilful stroking. “So you’ll be able to slide in and out easily?”
    His eyes were hot and exasperated. “That’s it. I can’t wait any longer.”
    “Oh, thank goodness.”
    He retrieved a condom from his pocket and tore open the packet as she slid her panties off. Releasing himself from his boxers, he began to roll it on.
    “Wow.” She stared, eyes wide. Oh my God, I’m looking at Rusty Thorne in all his glory . “Seriously Rusty, wow. My very own re-enactment of Ocean’s Eleven Inches. ”
    “Hardly, but thank you for the lovely compliment.” Ready for her, he placed both hands under her