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dining table in the secret courtyard.
    “And what do you need?” she stammered, looking up at him. He stood right in front of her, hips wedged into the notch of her thighs, long hard cock pressing against her wetness.
    Duh, Frankie! There’s no doubt about what he needs!
    But his reply surprised her. “To watch you come again. To feel you come again.”
    “Oh God, no...it’s your turn.”
    “Oh God—yes.” And he lifted her and swiveled, until she found herself kneeling astride him as he lay back on the heavy old table instead. One arm pulled her down to his mouth again, and his other hand cupped her slippery sex, fingers instantly pushing inside. And it felt so good.
    He released her breast and moved toward its twin. Again the deep waves of wanting tingled low in her belly.
    “These pretty things were what I noticed first about you,” he said, opening his mouth wide and sucking her in. He scraped his teeth lightly over her skin, releasing her in stages until he reached the tight pucker of her nipple. His teeth fastened around it, nipping and worrying at the sensitized peak before he suckled hard. A quicksilver flood of sensation shimmered through Frankie’s whole breast.
    Lightning flickered deep in her belly again.
    Even lower, his unseen fingers circled and teased.
    The moon slid behind a bank of cloud, and in the denser darkness the messages along her nerves and over her skin became doubly electric.
    She was way out of her depth. This man treated sex as a game; something light and enjoyable. Well, not exactly light, if the heavy duty sensations rolling through her were any indication. She lurched with surprise as new tremors threatened to explode into another full-blown orgasm.
    “Feeling nice again, Rose?” he asked, deserting her nipple and nuzzling slowly across to the other.  
    “I’m okay.”
    “I want you better than okay.”
    She trembled as his lips slid over her tingling skin. How was she going to find some cool to even the stakes a little?
    “You’re very good at this, aren’t you Captain?” she asked in the primmest tone she could manage.
    “And you’re very responsive. I’m pleased to be of service to a lady in such need.”
    Frankie clenched her teeth for a few moments as his finger continued to tease and slide. “Then perhaps I’d better offer my services in return to a gentleman who’s also—very obviously—in great need,” she murmured once she felt more in control.   She reached for the first of his brass fly buttons and popped it undone with difficulty. Damn but the pants were tight now...
    His breath hitched and she gloried in the sound. No way did she want this to be a one way deal.
    She felt around for another button, exploring the shape of him through the fabric. Thin fabric, thick man. Enjoyed the low groan that he couldn’t hold back.
    This time there was no way two fingers could force the button through the hole. She wrestled with both hands until it gave in.
    Her fingers reached lower. His finger rubbed faster. A new surge of slickness engulfed her as she released his final two buttons. Why had her body never found sex exciting until now? This felt very exciting—the single most riveting hour in her whole twenty-six years.
    His hand slid over the long black curls at her nape and dislodged her helmet. She heard it clatter onto the paving as he dragged her mouth down to his. A cruel kiss. Hard and desperate. Possessive, and just what she wanted.
    Because under his busy finger she now jerked and jolted, flying with the skyrockets, muscles grabbing and releasing, needing, needing.
    Oh yes, needing that. Needing that long hard cock to grip around, and slide against, and thank God he’d seen sense and finally pushed it all the way home so she could ride out the shattering sensations that were probably going to kill her with their intensity.
    She collapsed onto his chest, thighs turned to water, heart thumping double speed, him deep inside her. With no apparent effort