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finger between her cleavage, then back up.
    “They’re every flat-chested woman’s dream.”
    “You weren’t flat-chested. You were small but perfect.” He kissed a globe of flesh above the black lace. His tongue ran the edge of her bra, dipping in to tantalize her nipple. She gasped and grabbed his shoulders, needing the support. His mouth slid down the cup of material to take her peak fully into his mouth, sucking gently, then harder. The insistent suction resonated in her belly, and pulses echoed in her pussy.
    His hand slid to the other breast, fondling the flesh there, pinching the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Do you like that?”
    “Yes. Am I supposed to?”
    “This isn’t a psych test. There isn’t a right or wrong answer. But some women like a rougher touch than others. I’m trying to see where you fall.”
    It surprised her that she liked a more insistent touch. She pictured herself as a soft and gentle girl. Maybe it was just his sinful hands that made anything he did seem too right. “Rough is…nice.”
    He ran his tongue between her breasts again. “I have toys we can try sometime, to see how much rough you like.”
    “Toys?” she squeaked. He unhooked her bra and removed it, switching to suck her neglected nipple. The pleasure made her not care so much about toys. Hell, if they made her feel anywhere as close to this much ecstasy, she was all for them. “I think we’ll just get through this first.”
    His hands slid down her stomach, tickling her navel, tantalizing her hip bones, then they hooked into the front of her pants and deftly unbuttoned her jeans. The denim brushed down her thighs, and she helped him by kicking out of one leg, then the other.
    “Pretty panties.” He eased his finger along the edge, just inside, brushing over her damp slit. She closed her eyes and wished he’d do more, quickly, before she came without him exploring her there.
    He pushed her hips back until she hit the bed, falling down, reminiscent of their last encounter. But this time, he knelt on the floor between her thighs, his face even with her mound. She opened her mouth to protest but he’d already found her clit with his tongue, through the gauzy material, and she instead sighed with pleasure.
    The articles she’d read about oral sex had led her to believe she’d like it. He’d barely used his mouth, and she was already thinking this was worth any embarrassment she might feel later.
    His tongue ran along the edge of lace where it met her inner thigh, dipping inside. He pulled the material away, and his tongue danced inward, along her slit, then sank into her core. His hands tugged at the side strings, and she lifted her hips, eager to have the material gone, his mouth back on her pussy.
    “You taste so sweet. Are you liking this?”
    “You know I am. What woman wouldn’t?” she asked on a gasp as his mouth went back to work, lips slanting over her pussy lips, his mouth and tongue kissing there as he had her mouth. Oh-so-wicked. She should have said no, she didn’t like it. But Kate didn’t want to lie. She wanted him.
    She glanced to the side and was shocked to see her image in a mirror, his face between her thighs. The passion on her face, how her skin glowed with lust and made her look beautiful, even to herself. She swallowed and ran her hands to his head, pulling him deeper to her.
    He inserted a finger inside her slick channel, and she stiffened a moment, then his mouth found her clit and sucked, hard. She forgot the finger and instead concentrated on the waves of pleasure generated by his lips on her hard nub, the contractions of her arousal spasming around his finger. She suddenly wished for another, and as if he read her mind, he slipped two fingers inside her and gently pumped them in and out.
    He lifted his head. “My cock will feel like this, only a hundred times better.”
    “Ego,” was all she could manage on a gasp.
    He laughed and continued his path of pleasure. His