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higher and hotter.
    He allowed her to open the breeches and free him from his drawers. His mouth went dry as she palmed him, circling the engorged head with one hand and reaching down to cup his sac with the other. Head spinning from the heady pleasure of her hands on him, he braced his hands against the table and leaned against her, breath racing as she stroked and fondled him.
    “How do you want me, love?” he murmured, brushing his lips over the hollow between her neck and collarbone. “Do you want me to spread your legs right here and now and make love to you on this table? Shall I lay you on the floor, or sit in this chair and let you ride me until you come? Or should I turn you around and bend you over this table and fuck you from behind?”
    “Hmmmm,” she mumbled, steadily stroking his cock and coaxing a bead of moisture from the enlarged head. “So many tempting choices. I want them all, and I hardly know where to begin.”
    He smiled. “Why don’t we try something new? Would you like that?”
    She leaned back to meet his gaze. “Something new?”
    “Do you trust me, Maggie?”
    She pressed a short, gentle kiss against his lips. “Of course I do.”
    “Good. Let me give you pleasure unlike anything you’ve known. Let me show you.”
    Giving him another squeeze, she grinned when he groaned, falling against her and fighting the urge to spend right there in her hand.
    “I am yours, Camden,” she whispered, her voice husky in his ear. “Do what you want with me.”
    Biting his lower lip, he again fought for control. If she kept saying things like that, he wouldn’t be able to maintain his composure.
    Stepping back from the table, he grasped her waist and urged her to her feet. Once she stood, he turned her until she faced away from him. Coming close, he pressed her back against him, trembling when his cock came to rest against her bottom. Grasping her hips, he brought her even closer, thrusting into the cleft between her buttocks. He heard his own breathing become harsh as he plunged forward, teasing his shaft with the feel of her damp curls and slick inner flesh.
    Grasping one shoulder, he placed a kiss on the nape of her neck before giving her a gentle push and lowering her toward the table. She went obediently, resting her upper body on the surface, and instinctively arching her back to offer her lovely derriere at the perfect angle.
    He bent over her, placing a kiss between her shoulders, and making his way steadily lower, tracing her spine. Grasping her hips, he kneaded the soft flesh of her buttocks, spreading her and gazing down at her exposed intimate flesh. Delving one hand between her legs, he teased her cunt, finding it still soaked from her first climax.
    “So wet, darling,” he murmured, searching for her clit and stroking it, coaxing even more moisture from her core. She whimpered, wiggling her hips against his fingers, urging him to thrust them inside her. He obliged her, dipping first one, then two fingers into her slick sheath. Pumping them in and out slowly, he turned his hand so that he could press his thumb against the tight entrance to her back passage.
    It slid inside of her easily, as he’d been pleasuring her this way for some time now. He watched his fingers disappear inside of her, thrusting in and out, hypnotized by the sight of her taking him into both entrances.
    “Your lovely little arse feels so good, Maggie,” he whispered, removing his fingers from her cunt. Soaked in her juices, his index finger slid easily into her tight, forbidden sheath. He took his time, gently stroking and working to accustom her to the invasion and the feel of him stretching her. “It would feel so good around my cock. You want that, don’t you Maggie? Me inside your arse.”
    She whimpered, moving against his thrusting finger, silently begging for more. He quickened his strokes while pressing the head of his cock to the mouth of her cunt.
    “I love the feel of you, so hot and wet … I