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“Stop.”
    He couldn’t stop, not now. He wanted her too much, needed her like a drug. “Please, Erin. I don’t care about me, just let me touch you.”
    Her warm hands left the skin of his chest and he went cold in the summer night air. His fingers were still poised at her entrance, waiting for permission and they wouldn’t move without it.
    “Why?” she whispered, her eyes drowning in emotion.
    “Why?” he chuckled. “Because you make me burn,” he leaned in for a quick, rough kiss, “because even if my cock can’t have this–” he flicked his fingers between the lips of her pussy and she gasped, “I still want my fingers deep inside it.”
    “But–”
    He cut off her protest with another kiss, striking his tongue over hers with quick, teasing strokes. His hand remained in her panties, getting soaked by her juices. He wouldn’tpush her and was pleased when she didn’t make him wait long. She was soon rubbing against his fingers, the heat of her core demanding friction.
    “Please,” she begged.
    He laughed and leaned closer, moving wisps of hair behind her ear with his free hand. “Now you’re begging?”
    “Mmm,” she ground her pussy against him and gripped the back of his neck, “woman’s prerogative.”
    His teeth sunk into her earlobe and he delighted in her cry as he slipped two fingers into her core. “God, I want you.”
    Her hips rocked against his thrust and she pulled at his shirt. “Take it off.” She tugged the material up his chest. “I want it off.”
    Removing his fingers from her pussy, he yanked the shirt over his head. As he threw it to the ground she gripped the waist of his pants and pulled him closer. She sucked on his nipple and he felt the buzz all the way to the base of his cock.
    “Feisty little devil, aren’t you?” She’d always been eager and the additional confidence cranked his chain like nobody’s business.
    Moving back to his position between her thighs, he dug under her waistband, sliding his fingers home in one hard plunge. He waited for her mewl of pleasure, a soft affirmation of her delight, but everything faded into the background when she rubbed his erection through the thick material of his pants.
    “Holy…shit.” He was going to blow. With one quick stroke. He tilted his hips out of reach and focused on working her clit with his thumb. She was close, her head thrown back in ecstasy while one hand squeezed her breast.
    He listened to her breathing and explored her heat, searching for the one sweet spot he used to know so well. Working his fingers in circles, he moved in and out, relearning every inch of her core. Her breath hitched, her once languid muscles stiffening around him and he knew he’d found what he was looking for.
    “You ready, gorgeous?”
    “Yes,” she panted with a nod and nuzzled into his neck. He rubbed his fingers over her G-spot in slow strokes. She whimpered and her hand stilled on her breast as her pussy sucked him deeper. His balls tightened at her pleasure, the head of his cock demanding release.
    “Ride me,” he whispered into her ear, picturing her ethereal beauty in his mind. He wished he could see her face, the way her eyes squeezed shut in bliss. He scissored his fingers while she bucked, letting her muscles grip him to the point of pain. Her mewls grew louder, her pleading cries driving him crazy before she gasped and sunk her teeth into his neck. He moaned at the bite and squeezed his eyes shut, wishing his cock was feeling the tight pressure of her walls. She clenched around him in short, sharp spasms, the orgasm leaving her pliant in his arms. He worked her hard, never stopping his motions until the desire left her body and she collapsed against his chest.
    Words of love were poised at the tip of his tongue and this time he held back. He wanted to tell her he loved her and that he’d never stopped. Instead he clenched his jaw and cuddled her body to his.
    Her ragged breathing settled and the night came back