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decide which
was more delectable, suckling and fondling until her nipples were
hyper-sensitive, every strong pull echoing deep inside her pussy.
Rose squirmed under him, her thighs squeezing his, rocking up
against him as she sought relief from the throbbing between her
legs.
    "Ah, you need me, don't you?" His
whiskers scraped her soft skin as he kissed his way up her throat,
pausing to nip the point of her chin. "Don't fret, sweet Rose. I
won't leave you aching."
    Looking into his shadowed face, she
believed him. So much that she objected not at all, even helped, as
he unfastened her little skirt. He pushed it off her hips along
with her panties, leaving her naked and open under him. He looked
her over from head to toe, slipping his hand behind her knee and
crooking her leg up to admire her pussy. She wanted to wriggle with
pleasure under that look.
    He kissed her as he cupped one hand
between her legs, holding her while he teased her mouth with those
knowing lips of his.
    "I'm going to have you first with my
hand and then with my mouth." He watched her closely as he traced
the swollen, wet seam of her labia with his calloused fingertips.
"All right?'
    "Yes—please." She clutched at him as he
stroked her back and forth, his fingers slipping a little farther
inside her each time, until she trembled under his hand and dug her
nails demandingly into his shoulders. Was this his revenge for
tying him up, to tease her and leave her hanging on this precipice
of need?
    "That's right, leave your mark on me,"
he approved, watching her. Two of his long fingers slid right
inside her, plumbing her tight, sleek channel. There he stopped,
while satisfaction tightened his face. "You're not a
virgin."
    He expected her to talk
while he had his fingers inside her most private place? Rose opened
her mouth but the wrong words came out. "Don't stop now ."
    He grinned wickedly. He drew his
fingers nearly out, stroking her inner thigh with the back of his
hand. "So soft," he praised. "Inside and out."
    In and out, in and out, he plumbed her.
She blushed at the succulent, wet sound. He watched her mercilessly
as a gyre-hawk. "Open up a little more for me, love. Move with
me—show me what you like."
    And she did. Her knee drew up and she
arched in his tender grasp, reaching down to place her hand over
his and guide him. She was not prepared, however, for the onslaught
of pleasure. She knew what she liked when she touched herself, but
his hand was so much larger, harder, every sensation was magnified.
And of course it was combined with his knowing gaze and that wicked
mouth. She wanted to kiss him again. She tugged him down to
her.
    "Like this?" he asked against her
mouth. As she nodded eagerly, he curled those wicked fingers inside
her, finding that magical place up behind her mons and pressing
firmly, while his big thumb found the tiny, swollen knot of her
clitoris and began to work it. He kissed her as well, his mouth
opening over hers, devouring her.
    She whimpered with delight, her pussy
spasming tightly around his fingers as she came, more quickly than
she ever had before. Not that she had a lot to compare him to—her
own touch and a few hasty, fumbling couplings with young men she'd
dated in culinary school. They might have been geniuses with
gremel-fruit and pastry, but they certainly didn't know their way
around a woman's body the way this man did.
    Of course they hadn't made her heart
pound, her pussy wet, just by looking at her, either. She forced
her eyes open. This wasn't why she'd come here. "We should go …
shouldn't we?"
    "We'll leave at first light," he told
her. "Can't leave now—storm blowing in." He shifted down so that he
could press a kiss to her bare belly, his fingers still inside her.
Her toes curling at the pleasure of the tender caress, Rose lifted
her head to peer at him. She gaped as she saw where he was making
himself comfortable. He shouldered her bare thighs farther apart,
leaning over to kiss the inside of her