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Don’t stop.”
    She wriggled again and his cock throbbed. “You like this?” He traced the curve of her ass with his tongue.
    “Yes.”
    “Is this what you like best?”
    “I—I—”
    He flicked her rosebud and let her hiss of pleasure heat his blood.
    “No one’s ever done this—I’ve never—”
    He was the first. Gesù. His balls tightened, swelled with need and lust. He wanted to fuck her, make her scream, and feel her sweet wetness surround him.
    But this wasn’t about him. It was about her. She trusted him not to simply take her, but protect her. So he ignored the twisting need inside and concentrated on her. Lucio rimmed her ring with his tongue and slid his fingers into her pussy.
    She repeated his name, again and again, like a prayer.
    Lucio reached with his other hand, grasped her clit, and tugged. The action was enough to set her off. Beth screamed as her orgasm gripped and tossed her over the edge. He felt the power of her release in the shudders of her body, the way her rosebud pulsed against his tongue, and her pussy contracted around his finger.
    When the last shudder rippled through her, he pulled her against his body. Lucio pushed her hair aside to kiss her neck and trail his fingers along the delicate ridge of her spine. “So beautiful. You are so beautiful to me.”
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    No, he was the beautiful one. And Beth was going to make sure his eyes rolled back in the same way he’d made hers. Rising, trying to get strength into her sex-weakened legs, she took him by the hand and led him to the bed. Slowly, enjoying every moment, she slipped the black bowtie from his neck. She wanted to rush, to rip the clothes off, but he was the best present she’d ever gotten and she was going to enjoy unwrapping him.
    Beth pushed the blazer from his broad shoulders, heard the rough scrape of the wool brushing against his cotton shirt. Her fingers trembling, she loosened each button, her mouth going dry as her actions exposed his tan skin and the dark curls of chest hair.
    He watched her, his fingers against her hips, pulsing every time she gasped or took a breath. Her heart racing, she unbuckled his belt, slid the leather through the loops, and unbuttoned his pants.
    Beth paused, the anticipation and the memory almost too much to bear. The rasp of the zipper sizzled in the air. Impatient, she pushed his boxers down at the same time. Her breath caught and her pussy clenched as his cock—dark red with desire—came into view. Heavy with blood, hard with need, long, thick.
    She needed him between her legs.
    Now.
    She pushed him on the bed. His cock bounced against his stomach.
    Beth kicked off her shoes, straddled his legs, and took his dick in her hand. With her other hand, she traced the outline of his shaft, glorying in the taut, smooth skin against her flesh, the way his veins bumped in sexy, curved ridges.
    Lucio closed his eyes, his dark lashes brushing his high cheekbones, and rested his head against the pillow.
    She wrapped her hand around his helmet then stroked him from head to root. He sighed and adjusted his hips to give her better access. Her sex responded, growing wetter, and the muscles began to ache at the memory of his possession. Positioning herself between his legs, she licked his cock, and excitement kicked at her gut when he sighed her name. Base to tip, she traced the length of him, then pursed her lips and blew along the damp trail.
    He hissed, pulsed his hips.
    She dipped her head, her tongue circled one of his balls, then she took it in her mouth and gently sucked.
    Lucio tangled his hands in her hair and pulsed his hips. His need and lust made his fingers taut, his thrusts rough against her mouth.
    She wanted to fuck him so badly, it crackled along her skin, made her blood effervesce. Beth gripped the base of his erection, let her teeth graze the heated skin of his cock and helmet. The rough rasp of her tongue against the buffed finish of his dick made her insides twist, tighten. Creamy,