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stroked.
    The first small spasm made her gasp. She wound her arms around his neck and arched into him.
    He pressed his thumb against her clit and increased both pressure and speed. How did he know the perfect pace to ignite all the pent-up desire in her? Oh God, this was torture. Her moans grew louder.
    His whisper tingled in her ear. “You’re close, aren’t you?”
    “You know I am.”
    “Let yourself go, baby,” he said, his voice hot as the Cayman sun.
    His words pushed her over the edge. She let out a shriek of pure joy and abandoned herself to sensation, oblivious to everything but the waves of pleasure pulsing through her from her womb outward. He slid up her body and rained soft kisses all over her face as the last tiny shred of her reserve shattered to pieces.
    He smoothed a hand down her hair. “Oh baby, it must’ve been way too long for you.”
    “Mmmm,” she murmured in relief and gratitude.
    Suddenly his hand was between her thighs again, his thumb lightly stroking the sweet spot. She’d thought she was totally spent, but new tension coiled in her gut. “Whaaa?” she breathed out.
    “You deserve more,” Steve said.
    She didn’t have to ask more of what. But another climax so soon? That wasn’t her. She wasn’t multi-orgasmic.
    Yet as he slipped two fingers inside her and quickened the pace, her body gave the lie to the thought. The steady rhythm of his talented fingers stroking her clit pushed her body closer and closer to the edge, until she knew it would physically hurt if she didn’t find release. Her nails dug into his shoulders. “Hurry.”
    “I’ve got you, babe.” His gaze never left her face as with two final strokes, he brought her to another hard and searing climax.
    When her heart stopped thumping and her breathing returned to some semblance of normal, she smiled up at him and lifted a hand to stroke his cheek. “This isn’t fair. I’m having all the fun.”
    “No way. I love watching you come.” He covered her hand with his. “Besides, I’ll get my turn.”
    “Absolutely, but first we need to get rid of the rest of this silly clothing.”
    “Sounds like a plan.” While she pulled off her panties, he stood up and slipped out of his jeans.
    Kathryn was surprised to see he was wearing boxers. She’d have expected him to favor the blatant sexuality of briefs. Sitting up, she yanked the boxers down, and his thick, swollen cock popped free. As she watched it twitch, her eyes widened. Oh God! Sure, size mattered, but Steve might be too much of a good thing—especially after a year of abstinence.
    A look of concern crossed his face. “Is something wrong?”
    She gave him a Steve-like grin. “Not at all. I was just thinking that I’ll never, ever call you ‘little’ Stevie again.”
    An answering grin broke across his face. “I’m glad you like what you see.”
    “I like seeing, but I’d really like feeling.”
    “Yes, ma’am.” He produced a condom packet and tore it open with his teeth. Returning to the bed, he straddled her and started to cover himself, but she stopped him.
    “Let me,” she said.
    He obliged by releasing his grip, and with deliberate slowness, she ran her hand down the length of his swelling shaft. He throbbed in her hand and a guttural sound escaped from his lips, confirming his urgent need. She maneuvered the tip of his penis to her opening, where she was slick and wet and so ready for him. “Now,” she whispered.
    He slid into her and plunged deep. The fit was tight, but her arousal was so complete that she easily stretched to accommodate him, and little shimmers of heat began to build in her core.
    “Oh God, you feel good.” Steve grabbed her shoulders and began to pump, slow but rhythmical. The shimmers became licks of flame, but Kathryn wanted a full-scale inferno. She sped up the pace. Picking up on her cue, he increased the tempo even more. Each thrust produced a slapping sound as their bodies collided. She grabbed his forearms for