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could never tire of loving you. But I want to feel you this way too—the only way I have yet to love you. Do you want me that way, Maggie? You have to tell me, because it’s your turn to talk, remember? Tell me what you want.”
    He pressed a second finger to her entrance while steadily sliding his cock in and out of her cunt. She moaned swaying back against him, urging him on. He stroked harder, his pelvis slamming against her buttocks while his two fingers slid a bare inch into her rear entrance.
    She gasped. “Oh, Camden … yes. Your fingers feel so good, I can only imagine how your cock will feel.”
    He smiled, relieved yet again to know he’d read her correctly. She’d indicated curiosity about the pleasure to be experienced just beyond his finger sliding in and out of her anus while he made love to her from behind. He’d wanted it for so long but had been afraid to frighten or disgust her. He saw the truth now—she wanted this as badly as he did.
    “I want you to have me in every way there is,” she said as he slid his fingers even further in. “I want you to make love to my arse, Camden.”
     
     
     
    She could hardly believe the words had come out of her mouth. Yet, her husband stood behind her, his fingers gently stroking her cunt and smearing the moisture from her sheath up over her other entrance. His touch felt gentle and feather light, causing a tingling sensation and longing for more.
    The first time he’d slid his finger into her that way, she’d been shocked. As time went on, the more he did it, the more she began to wonder what it might feel like to experience his cock sliding in and out. It had frightened her at first, and while fear still niggled at the back of her mind, curiosity had won the battle.
    Besides, Camden had never been a selfish or callous lover. Even when he’d only been the rake intent on having her virginity, he’d coaxed her body to readiness first, then taken her gently until she felt ready for more. She had no doubt this would prove to be much like their first encounter. Camden would never hurt her, or do anything she didn’t like or didn’t express readiness for.
    As he pressed the head of his cock—slick from being inside of her—against her rear opening, she held her breath and waited. His hands were tight on her hips, holding her in place, and she could hear his breath racing through his nostrils.
    “Are you certain you’re ready?” he asked, his voice tight and strained.
    She knew what it cost him to maintain his hold on discipline. He trembled, and the strain in his tone indicated that he’d come to the end of his rope. If he didn’t make love to her soon, he was like to go mad.
    “Yes,” she replied. “I want this, and I know you do, too. Don’t wait any longer, Camden. Take me now.”
    He shuddered, releasing his breath on a rush as if relieved. One hand still steady on her hip, his other gripped his cock and guided it into her slowly.
    The pressure proved intense, robbing her of her breath as his head slid into her. The foreign feeling was both intriguing and odd. It felt unlike anything else she’d ever known … she did not yet know if she liked it yet.
    Camden’s fingers tightened even more on her hip, sure to leave fingerprints, and his breath became ragged as he slid in another inch.
    “Fucking hell,” he rasped. “You’re so damn tight. Christ, Maggie.”
    He withdrew slightly, the friction causing a sensation not unlike burning. Maggie bit her lower lip and closed her eyes forcing herself to breath. His fingers caressed her spine, a tender touch.
    “Relax, my love,” he whispered. “Your back is more rigid than this table. Take a breath. Relax and let me in.”
    Drawing in another deep breath, she forced her erect back to soften. She sank onto the table, turning her head so that her face rested against the polished wood. He plunged forward again, giving her another inch, then withdrew, moving in and out in short, slow strokes. The