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the shaft of my cock, and suck a little. Yes . Like that. God, that feels so damn good . Show you? Baby, I don’t have to show you one damn thing. You’re a natural.”
    Jonathan’s words filled an empty space inside her she’d not known she had until just then. They soothed her spirit and boosted her confidence. His words fired her blood.
    Her tongue stroked and caressed, and her mouth sucked, the flavor of Jonathan’s cock potently powerful, decadently delicious. She brought her lips nearly all the way off him then slid them down again. Seeking to take all of him into her mouth, she tested her limits. With each stroke of her tongue, with each movement of her head, Jonathan groaned, flexed his fingers against her head, and pushed his hips just a little more firmly against her.
    “I’m close, sweetheart. Will you drink me?”
    Bethany heard hope and desire in his question. Instead of answering him, she moved her head up and down on his cock, increasing the tempo at the same time she increased the suction she used. She wanted to draw his seed from him, to taste it, to know him in this way. To know him in a way she had known no other man.
    She wanted more than anything to please him, to give him the same ecstasy he’d given her. Shyly, she reached up with her left hand and cupped the soft globes of his scrotum. Using a tender touch, she treated them to a light, pulsating pressure in sync with her suction of him.
    “God, yes .” His cock twitched and shot a stream of hot, pungent semen into her mouth. Bethany closed her eyes and swallowed, the flavor stronger than she’d expected, but not unpleasant. She sucked each spurt out of him, relishing his groans of release and the way both of his hands, trembling slightly, held the back of her head.
    He shuddered with the last of his ejaculation, and Bethany eased her suction as his cock deflated slightly. Reluctant to release him, she used her tongue to give him a few last loving licks, cleaning him completely. She sat back on her haunches and blinked. The water showering down on her had gone from a gentle rain to a mist, and she only just now noticed.
    She looked up at him, her heart so full she didn’t know if she could contain it. “Thank you.” More than the gift he’d given her of physical pleasure, this gift, the knowledge that she could indeed please him, healed her long-wounded spirit.
    Jonathan opened his eyes. The look he gave her warmed her so thoroughly everything else ceased to matter. How could he understand her so well when she barely understood herself?
    “Come here, sweetheart.” He drew her up and into his arms.
    His kiss, sultry and sensuous, long and languid, filled her heart and stirred her arousal. His tongue stroked hers in a strong, almost aggressive rhythm, and Bethany rejoiced in it. She tasted power and strength in his kiss, and she reveled in both, gladly.
    Jonathan brought the kiss to a gentle end and cupped her face. When she met his gaze, he said, “Now it’s my turn.”
    “Didn’t you just have your turn?”
    Oh, how she loved the light of humor in his eyes and the sexy slant of his smile. And how much fun it was to tease!
    “Yeah, I did. Now I’m going to have another one.”
    Jonathan turned off the shower and set about drying them both with an air of urgency that made her shiver. She’d never inspired lust in a man before. Knowing that she had inspired Jonathan’s thrilled her beyond words.
    For the first time in her life, she felt like a sexy and desirable woman.
    When Jonathan tossed the towel on the floor and picked her up, she wrapped her arms and legs around him. For all that he’d just had an orgasm, his cock felt substantial against her pussy. Hot and hard, his magnificent penis pressed against her very wet cunt. The lips of her slit opened slightly to cradle him.
    The velvet hardness of his cock there felt wonderful .
    “Please hurry.” She thought if she didn’t get him inside her in the next five seconds she would