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body.
    â€œWhat a coincidence. I’ve had this one before, too,” he said drily.
    Her hands slid up his calves and thighs. Nice and hard. “You work out.” Palms smoothing over the hard lines of his abdomen, she trailed a fingertip around his navel and then down the arrow of brown-blond hair leading to his cock.
    Without any further preamble, she wrapped a fist around the base and angled his cock to take him into her mouth. Round and round her tongue slid over the head and crown, tasting the salty tang of pre-cum that beaded at the slit.
    He sighed her name and she smiled momentarily before moving to take more of him between her lips. Rocking back and forth, she moved on him, taking him into her over and over, learning him, loving his taste.
    Hands sliding through her hair, he held her in a sure grip, guiding her, and a thrill moved through her at the control he exerted. Cupping his balls in her palm, she pressed two fingertips to the spot just behind them and he jumped and then groaned.
    * * *
    Nash looked down to see her kneeling there before him, all lush curves and carnal beauty. Those big brown eyes were closed, the lashes swept down against her cheeks. As she moved forward on him, her hair slid and covered a nipple just partially, playing a game of peekaboo hotter than anything she did onstage.
    That this woman, a woman he’d been fantasizing about and pursuing for months, was on her knees, her mouth wrapped around his cock, blew his mind. Her taste still painted his lips, her scent on his hands and face. Here in her room, surrounded by her, she marked him and it only really occurred to him at that very moment just how deeply.
    He waited, watching her as his orgasm approached, weighing coming with wanting to fuck her right at that very moment. It was the idea of seeing her, watching as he slid into her that made his choice, but Dahlia was having none of that.
    â€œBaby, wait.” He tried to step back but she shook her head and continued. “I want to be inside you when I come. I’ve been dreaming of fucking you for three-and-a-half months. And after you came apart on my lap, coming so pretty the last time I was here, I’ve wanted you even more.”
    She pulled off and looked up at him. “Oh, you’ll be fucking me. But now you’re going to let me finish this. I don’t plan on letting you leave for many hours.”
    Before he could argue she took him deep and hard, swirling her tongue around as she did.
    â€œFuck!” Damn it, that felt good. The woman had some skill, that was for sure. It only took another minute or two until he locked his knees and his head fell back as he came on a hoarse cry.
    Giving the head of his cock a parting kiss, she stood and pushed him back onto the bed. “Rest up. I’m going to order a pizza. I haven’t eaten all day and I think I’m going to need my strength. I know you will.” She grinned. “You do like pizza?”
    He smiled. The whole thing was novel to him. The student apartment, take-out pizza and making love to a woman he…well, he really liked. “Anything but anchovies. Do you have beer?”
    â€œDo I have beer? What kind of silly question is that?” She leaned over the bed, her luscious ass in the air as she riffled through some papers. He saw the glistening lips of her pussy and his heart skipped a beat.
    Sitting up on the bed she called for pizza with expertise that told him she’d done it many times and then turned back to him. “Beer now? I’m going into the kitchen.”
    â€œSounds great. Thanks.”
    Lying there, hands behind his head, he watched the captivating sway of her ass as she left the room. From his spot he could see her go into the kitchen and grab two beers, pull the bottle opener off the fridge and crack them both open one-handed and come back toward him.
    â€œIt’s Friday night. Pizza won’t be here for an hour or so. Whatever shall we do