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away the flimsy cotton barrier, securing it under first one breast, then the other. A black lace bra barely covered her nipples. Sexy. Mouthwatering. He bit back a groan. When he tongued the fabric, she started to quiver.
    “Seb…please.”
    He knew at that moment, she was his. To do with as he would. He loved the way she moaned his name. Had anything ever been more erotic? Breathing heavily, he struggled to reign in the urge to rip away the last of her clothing. He had much, much more pleasure planned.
    Holding her still with the weight of his body, he carefully drew down the cups of her bra, folding them over and fastening them beneath each ample breast. Soc au lait, was she ever beautiful. Each voluptuous mound heaved with her shallow breaths, capped with a large, enticing nipple. He pulled back to admire the sensual feast laid out beneath him. After murmuring his appreciation, he dipped to roll his tongue over one puckered areola.
    Amy whimpered for more. The sound shot lust like a lightning strike to his groin. As he drew her nipple deeper into his mouth, he ground against her, hoping to relieve the ache. But her legs opened to cradle him. Every brush against her core was agony. He wanted to make this a slow seduction, but he couldn’t hold out much longer.
    Fuck her. He wanted to. Only his slacks and the thin material of her thong barred the path to ecstasy. Within minutes, he could be buried inside her slick heat. Even the thought threatened to sever the thin tether he had on his control. But he hadn’t finished wringing ecstasy out of her yet. Years in the future, when she looked back on the most pleasure she’d ever had, he wanted his name to be on her lips.
    “Seb.”
    Like now.
    Obeying the unspoken command in her voice, he latched strongly onto her nipple, drawing it deep into his mouth while he kneaded her neglected breast. A small moan escaped her lips, then another. With a pop , her nipple sprang free of his mouth, beading in the open air. He blew on it, eliciting a squirm. After sucking hard, he switched to the other breast.
    Every whimper to pass her lips, every short-lived moan, even the curl of her fingers into his shoulder bolstered his ego–not to mention his engorged cock. His ministrations turned feverish as he sought to bring her to climax. The taste of her skin branded him, but he wanted to taste more. He’d barely settled between her legs before. Time to revisit.
    Abandoning her breasts, he shimmied down her body. Her hands clutched him, trying in vain to return him to his previous position. She would like what he was about to give her. When he reached her hips, shouldering her legs wide, he blew on her panties.
    Her hips bucked off the bed.
    Seb bit back a groan. He loved the way she responded to his touch. Like he was made to give her pleasure. All these months of celibacy had been worth it, if she was the prize. He wasted little time, curling his fingers beneath the waistband of her thong and drawing it away from her moist core. She squirmed, helping him to get rid of the fabric. After tossing it to the ground, he returned, lifting her legs over his shoulders. His questing fingers found her slick channel. Thrusting one deep inside, he moaned as she clutched him hungrily. How would she feel around his cock?
    “Seb.” She moaned, arching to take him even deeper.
    He rewarded the plea by settling his mouth between her legs.
    Beneath the sharp tang of her sex, she tasted sweet, like honey. He paid attention to her cues, lightening the touch of his tongue as she trembled on the brink. Holding her steady, he slowly eased his finger deep into her hot sheath while flicking her clit. The slightest touch of his mouth wrenched pleading cries from her throat. She gripped his hair, pressing him closer to her weeping slit. Abandoning her sensitive bud, he removed his fingers to fuck her channel with his tongue. Each thrust tightened the muscles in her thighs and drew out a hoarse cry. She was