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latch on her bra. She let the garment fall to the ground, and her breasts bounced free. A full C cup, she liked the size of her breasts and that even at thirty-two they were still nice and perky. Not as high as in her twenties, but still sexy, and her nipples had gone stiff. Fane narrowed his eyes as he looked, and he ran his hands over his thighs as if resisting the urge to touch.
    “Now the panties,” he urged.
    She hooked thumbs into the waistband and pushed the bikini panties over her hips. His sharp intake of breath made her pause. She’d shaved, another indicator that she’d planned to give it up. Man, had she ever been fooling herself pretending she had no intention of having sex with Fane.
    “Um, do you like my pussy shaved?”
    “Yes!” He groaned the word as if it were painful. “Spread your lips.”
    She did so, and he leaned forward to grasp her thighs. Already the juices flowed with his mouth so close and his hands on her legs. Her pussy ached to be pleasured, but Fane stared, his thumbs massaging her skin.
    “You will scream,” he said. “Don’t worry about anyone hearing.”
    She opened her mouth to tell him she wasn’t much of a noisemaker during sex, but the words died with the first lave of his tongue. Her knees wobbled with the pleasure he gave her. She tangled fingers in his hair and struggled not to press him closer, but he did things to her button that had not been done before. The way he flicked his tongue back and forth in a steady rhythm had her quivering. How did he know? She’d tried explaining to her husband the way she did it with her fingers. He’d always complained no one could please her like she could, and why didn’t she just do it herself. She had, and Richard would pinch her nipples and roll them between his fingers. The added sensation took her to climax, but she had always wanted him to go down on her and make her come. He had failed the few times he tried, despite how she had gotten him off countless times.
    Now here was Fane, licking her pussy, circling her clit, and dipping his tongue between her folds like he loved it. He moaned each time he tasted her come and actually sucked for more. His name trembled on her lips. She bit it back, but the muscles in her core wound so tight, she panted.
    Zuria looked down at the dark head dipping between her legs. His fingers dug into her thighs as he drove her closer so he could delve deeper. When his tongue wasn’t teasing her clit, his nose was. He drew a nether lip into his mouth, sucked hard, and tugged a little with it still captured in his hold. A small cry of unbelievable pleasure escaped her. She shut it down, clenching her jaw. Fane paused and looked at her. He tsked , shaking his head.
    “No, little rabbit, scream for me.”
    She shook harder. “No. Way.”
    “No?” She sensed rather than saw the challenge in his gaze.
    He released her thighs to move his hands around to her ass. A sharp drive toward him brought her pussy to his mouth. He devoured, licking like a madman, consuming her come as fast as her body released it, and boy, was she wet. How could her body come so much before she had an actual orgasm? Fane seemed to have the secret to her pleasure, because no matter how he licked her defenses crumbled. Tension left. Fear of giving in to him dissolved. Her orgasm climbed higher and higher. Her teeth chattered with a desire to shout his name. Fane concentrated on her clit. He circled it once, twice, and then sucked hard enough to sting but good enough to undo her sanity. She whimpered, and then he took the assault to a new level. He stuck a finger in his mouth and then drove it into her pussy. At the same time, he clamped onto her bud. She came undone.
    “Fane!”
    She screamed, long and loud as the orgasm took hold. Her knees gave out, but Fane caught her with a hand on her ass and guided her to the ground. He followed with his head still buried between her legs. He didn’t stop eating her until spasms rocked her