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her panties, a rush of heat that made him
moan and shove his groin hard against hers.
    The next touch
wasn’t so innocent. His tongue laved her nipple, and as she was
reeling from the sensation as he pulled it into his mouth and
suckled. Pleasure exploded through her body, and then collapsed in
on itself to center deep in her core. Her pussy clenched, a hard
ache taking up residence in her feminine channel. She needed to be
filled, needed him to fill her as instincts as old as time took
over.
    Wrapping her
hands around his thick upper arms wasn’t possible, so she just held
on as best she could while he divided his attention between her
breasts. He cupped and caressed them. She wasn’t built small by any
stretch of the imagination, but he held her easily. A perfect
fit.
    Arching her
back to allow him better access, she didn’t expect him to slide a
hand down her stomach, heading south. All her breath left her lungs
in a gasp as he got her undivided attention. But he didn’t rush in,
instead drawing circles on her stomach with his fingertips as he
worked his way back up to her neck. The scrape of his stubble
against her sensitive flesh made her shiver, but she didn’t have
time to dwell on it.
    His lips
covered hers at the same moment he slipped his fingers beneath her
panties. Secure in his reception, he didn’t beat around the bush.
His strong fingers dipped into her cleft, dragging the juices of
her arousal up and around her clit.
    She keened, the
sound lost as he took over the kiss, his lips more masterful than
he’d been before. He rubbed and stroked her clit, demanding a
response with his lips and tongue at the same time until she didn’t
know which way was up.
    Floating in a
sea of pleasure, she clung to him and followed where he led,
trusting him to take them where they needed to go. Her hips moved
against his hand, seeking more of what she needed. He rumbled in
pleasure, the sound a vibration against her body and shifted, using
a hard knee to part her thighs further. Before she could wonder
what he was about, he parted her folds and slid a thick finger deep
inside her.
    She pulled free
of his lips with a soundless moan. The climax that had been
hovering on the wings thundered closer, circling her with
relentless purpose. Her pussy clenched hard around his invading
digit, and she tapped his arms.
    “Tom…I’m
goin’…too close.” She wanted him inside her when she came. Wanted
to feel him filling her, to tip her over the edge into release.
    His lips grazed
her neck, nuzzling the sweet spot under her ear that turned her
knees to mush. “Just let it go. Come for me, sweet thing. Let me
bring you pleasure.”
    His low voice,
the whispered words, and the kiss laid gently on her lips were a
delicious counterpoint to the sudden thrust as he slid a second
finger into her pussy to join the first.
    She cried out
as her world shattered around her, pleasure running like fire and
ice through her veins. It was too much, she couldn’t keep it all
in. Her hips rocked against his hand as he thrust and withdrew,
adding the pressure of his thumb against her clit to heighten her
pleasure. She rode the high, burying her face into his strong neck
as he played her body, drawing the climax out. When the waves
ebbed, he pulled away.
    She moaned in
the back of her throat when he slid off the bed, missing the strong
warmth of his body as she floated in the aftermath of her release.
Fabric rustled, the distinctive sound of a foil packet being ripped
telling her what he was about.
    She opened her
eyes as he returned, planting a knee between hers, to cover her.
She smiled, reaching up to stroke her hand down his jaw, the
stubble covered skin rough against her palm. The look on his face
was hard and feral, a primitive look that made her shiver.
    “I’ll go slow.
I promise--”
    She was well
ahead of him, sliding a hand down to wrap around his cock. The fact
that he’d protected them both without assuming she was on the