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hand over her thighs and moved down toward her knees.
    She frowned. “No,
higher.”
    “Here?” He moved back
up and rested his hand against her thigh.
    “Higher.”
    Her mix of shy and bold
excited him like no other woman had before. “Open your eyes, Lissa.”
    She sucked in her
bottom lip and her eyes fluttered open, dark with passion.
    “Tell me where you want
my hand.”
    She paused before
answering. “Higher.”
    He smiled down at her.
“Be more specific.”
    She didn’t answer.
    “Do you want me to make
you come, Lissa?”
    Her breasts rose and
fell with her rapid breaths, and she nodded. “Yes.”
    “Then tell me where you
want me to touch you.” He could barely contain his desire to slide his hand
between her legs, but forced himself to wait for her request. Coaxing her
response a little, he moved his hand back up and caressed her breasts. She
whimpered and wriggled against him.
    “Tell me,” he urged
again.
    Her hesitation came
through in her stuttered words, as if she had trouble expressing what she
really wanted. “Touch my pussy, Aidan,” she finally answered. “Make me come.
I’m on fire.”
    He bent down and took
her mouth at the same time he slid his hand under the hem of her dress, his
fingers first grazing her firm upper thighs, and stopping at the silk barrier
of her panties.
    Instinctively, she
lifted her hips to grant him access. He laid a palm over her mound, feeling the
dampness that had soaked through the thin material. He ached to bury his cock
in her moist pussy, but wanted to ease her aches first.
    He rocked his palm
against her, rewarded with her sharp gasp of pleasure. Moving further up, he
grasped the skimpy bit of silk covering her and pulled it down over her hips
and legs, taking them off and placing them on the table.
    Then he lifted her
dress over her hips so he could see the prize.
    “God, you’re
beautiful,” he whispered, so in awe of this woman lying nearly naked across his
lap. Her body was perfectly sculpted, lean and athletic. Her dress was bunched
in the middle of her body, and he wanted to take it off so he could see her
completely naked. A thatch of moist curls covered her mound and he tangled his
fingers in them. Like silken threads, so soft, so inviting. He had to get her
completely undressed.
    But not here, and not
now. Now he wanted to pleasure her more than he’d ever wanted anything.
    The air stilled and the
trees stopped waving their branches. The world around them quieted and heated,
steamy warmth surrounding them as he placed his hand on her now soaked mound
and stroked the length of her with the tip of his finger.
    “Oh my God,” she
squeaked, her voice cracking with the attempt to feel and talk at the same
time. “Do you feel that?”
    He nodded. “Yes, Lissa,
I feel it.” Knowing what she was referring to made him smile into the darkness.
    “It’s like a current of
electricity,” she gasped. “God, Aidan, it’s driving me crazy.”
    She was silken honey,
pouring over his fingers in a warm rush of liquid that he sucked off his finger
while she watched. She tasted like hot passion and sweet desire.
    Melissa shuddered, her
gaze glued to his sucking fingers, “Now slip your finger inside me. I need to
feel you inside me,” she said, grasping for his wrist to pull it down between
her legs.
    He let her guide him,
loving the feel of her softness as he probed for the opening to her sweet spot.
His gaze stayed riveted on her face as he slipped his finger inside her. Her
cunt tightened around his finger, giving him a glimpse into how good it would
feel when his cock replaced his finger. Her eyelids fluttered closed and she
tilted her head back against his arm.
    He stroked, gently,
feeling her contract, her buttocks rising off his lap and then falling again as
he started a rhythm with his finger. He searched between the soft folds with
his thumb and found her clit, circling the nub until she whimpered and panted.
    “Yes, oh Aidan, yes,
right