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into a register that made her neck tilt and her belly ache with desire, but no—this was about giving.
    Tonight, though, she would take, take, take . The heat between her legs confirmed it.  
    Mike enjoyed long, dry strokes at first; she’d learned over their time together that everything she thought she knew about blowjobs—and everything that did apply to Dylan—didn’t mean anything when it came to what turned Mike on. Relearning how to give a man this kind of pleasure felt like an advanced seminar in sexuality, the kind of upper-division course you think will be a complete blow-off (no pun intended) but that shakes the core of your knowledge paradigm, making you question the entire framework upon with your expertise hinges.
    And that was perfectly fine.
    A few strokes and then she clasped the root of him, her fingers closing and squeezing far harder than she would imagine any man would enjoy—but Mike groaned, a sound of ecstasy. Her other hand went under his balls and her thumb pushed against the thick wall of muscle between his scrotum and anus, her mouth covering just the tip of him, his hips thrusting up a few inches, though settling right back down.
    Her mouth—her control.
    The hand around the base of him let go and she took in his muscled buttock, the thick lines of his powerful ass turning her on more than she wanted, making it so much harder to focus solely on him. Squirming a bit, she wanted his hand—his mouth…hell, her hand—on her own clit for a quick release, but that would have to wait. The steady throb of her own soaking wet self was a reminder that there was no isolation of pleasure. She couldn’t just give, any more than she and Dylan could make love with Mike in the room and not have him react. All sensuality was connected.
    The idea of disconnection was the mistake.
    There should be no “my day” at all. That wa s where the three of them had erred.
    Time later for philosophical discussions, though—right now she had him in her mouth, her tongue performing a lazy walk around the cock’s cap, one hand on his sac, the other up over his washboard abs and now teasing his nipple, w hich peaked at her touch. She looked up at him to find closed eyes and a frown of deep concentration and focus. Whatever she could give him now, she hoped, would make him trust her to give a complete release, open and bare to her.
    A naked body was fairly easy to share with someone else. A naked self? Damn near impossible.
    His inner thighs went tight as a shift in his hips made his glutes rock hard, chest a lovely, hard-cut expanse of man she never tired of watching. The tightness was a sure sign that his release was coming any second now .
    Not yet , she thought, wanting to draw this out. A long, slow, wet stroke down, her throat relaxing to take him in, and then a slick suck going back up made him buck and moan “Laura!” through gritted teeth.
    “Not yet,” she whispered, blowing air gently on his wet tip, making his body shiver. Hands buried in her hair and h e made a sound of gratitude and frustration, twinned forever together in her mind.
    Now she pulled both hands back to his base, one stroking him up to the rim, her mouth deep throating him, her other hand rolling his balls. A dip down to suck one into her mouth felt like a guilty pleasure of her own, the harsh hush of his breath sucking in through his teeth followed by a full-body clench, and then—
    “Oh!” he gasped, the hot flow of his pleasure int o her mouth surprising her , his climax coming sooner than she’d read, her ability to catch and interpret his signals clearly off. Following his movements, she caught it all, and as he twitched and panted, movements slowing, skin rasping against the sheets as he relaxed, she pulled her mouth off his hot, wet cock in a slow, studied movement, keeping her lips together at the end, and then swallowed.
    He groaned again, this time with a touch of humor and playfulness. “You look very pleased with