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tongue and shudders ran through her body. Time to really play.
    Still kissing her, he walked to his bedroom.
    Pausing just in front of the bed, he ran a hand up her thigh and undid her bra with the other. She flung it away from her body without breaking their kiss. He knelt down at the side of the bed, which put her ass on the edge, and unwrapped her legs from his waist. He pulled back and looked at her.
    “What do you want me to do to you?”
    “Fuck me.”
    He chuckled. “We’ll get to that.” He moved in close and licked her neck. “But what do you want me to do? What do you need, Jayne?” he whispered.
    “Suck my nipples. Hard.” Her voice came out two octaves lower than it had been when she entered his apartment. He kissed down her neck, gently blowing on it, and licking, creating shivery kisses down her body until he reached her breast, and finally took a nipple in his mouth. She gasped and slammed a fist into the bed beside her as he sucked. Her body surged forward, pressing closer to him as he razed his tongue back and forth across the tip.
    Switching to the other breast, he pressed her knees farther apart, and stroked the front of her panties. She’d soaked through the fabric. He almost lost it right then, but increased his suction, and rubbed faster, lighter.
    She ground her hips against his hand. He pulled away and stripped out of his jeans. He slid her panties down her hips, and knelt on the bed straddling her. She moved to take him in her hand, spreading her legs.
    Not yet.
    “Move up,” he urged her, staying right above her, matching her movements like a predatory cat as she scrambled back on the bed until her head reached the pillow. He kissed her again and reached down between them to stroke her hot, wet slit. She was so ready for him. But this had to be memorable.
    Sliding two fingers inside, he gently massaged her, adjusting slightly until she cried out, letting him know when he’d found her G-spot. Maintaining the same pressure and speed, he moved lower and tongued her clit.
    She moaned. “Please, Malcolm, just fuck me!”
    He stopped his mouth, but increased finger speed. She arched her back and cried out. He smiled.
    “Not until you come for me, Jayne.” And maybe not even then.
     
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    She’d thought his fingers were amazing, but they had nothing on his mouth. She almost blacked out from the things he did with his tongue. She never wanted him to stop, but she wanted him inside her now. Her legs were spread so wide, her body begging him to get inside her, to fill her, pound her, satiate the blinding need that made her want to scream, but he held back.
    This was not going at all according to her plan. She was the one in charge. She was supposed to be dominating him, be the ruin of his self-control! She’d only come here to make him beg, but he kept right on wrecking her power, her mind, with his tongue and hands.
    The best part was that she didn’t even care.
    Plans be damned. This was the lover she’d been waiting for. She wanted him so badly, she forgot to be self-conscious. Looking down her body, she saw his gaze had been on her face the whole time. There was something in his eyes, something dangerous and intense, and it made her want to both run away and chain herself to his bed. It was scary and sexy, and she wanted to shiver inside his expression forever. What was—
    Holy fuck!
    He’d begun gently suckling her while licking, and she suddenly needed something to grab onto to brace against the deepness of the pleasure building inside her. Reaching up expecting a regular headboard, she loved that it was some kind of brushed metal with horizontal bars. She gripped it and held on with all she was worth - it was that, or she would grab him by the ears and fuck his face.
    He played her body like they’d been intimate a hundred times before. He knew just what to do, where to touch, how hard to press. She didn’t have to direct him at all. He read her body like her needs were