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up its erratic beat.
    “See what you do to me?” His voice was thick, husky with need. “I’ve been like this since I saw you last night.”
    “You have?” She trembled with the desire coursing through her.
    “So are you going to take pity on me and relieve my condition or are you going to make me keep suffering?”
    “Well,” she whispered. “I guess we could chalk it up to special research.”
    “Oh, I’m all for that. But only if we get to it pretty soon.”
    She laughed breathlessly and backed up to the couch, taking him with her. Her back was pressed into the nubby fabric of the cushions as his weight came down on top of her. He licked her lips lightly before moving his mouth down to the pulse beating so desperately at the hollow of her throat. When he placed his open mouth over it and sucked lightly her entire body clenched. She wanted to rip off all their clothes and feel him skin to skin.
    But Skyler was way ahead of her. He lifted himself enough to slip one hand between them and tug at her tank top, pulling it up until she felt the cool air on her breasts.
    “No bra.” His voice was heavy with admiration. “Thank god.”
    Then his lips closed over one nipple and immediately it hardened. Arrows of sensation shot through her to her womb and set the inner walls of her cunt fluttering. She arched her body up to him, her hands sliding beneath the fabric of his t-shirt across the smooth, hard muscles of his back.
    Skyler hummed his appreciation, a sound that vibrated through her entire body.
    He moved his mouth to her other nipple, giving it the same attention, the same wet heat. When he closed his teeth over it and bit down very gently a soft moan echoed in the back of her throat.
    “We have too many clothes on.”
    Skyler lifted himself from her, pulling her tank top over her head at the same time. He tore off his own t-shirt and dropped his sweat pants. He’s a god, she thought, staring at him. Every bit of his tall body was sculpted with fine muscle definition, his chest broad and dusted with fine dark hair, his thighs powerful. An angry red scar ran inside one shoulder, something she wanted to remember to ask him about later. But not now. Now she had other things to consider.
    His magnificent cock hung between those thighs, open to her scrutiny. Kasey’s eyes widened. His shaft was long and thick, with a purplish head darkened from the blood rushing to it. A tiny drop of pre-cum glistened at the slit. Impulsively she sat up, leaned forward to wrap her fingers around the thick erection and drew her tongue slowly across the velvety head.
    “Shit, Kasey!” Skyler stood there with his body stiff and his fists clenched. ‘Give me a break here.”
    “You taste good,” she murmured.
    He unclenched his fists and moved forward. “My turn.”
    In seconds her shorts and thong were gone and she was splayed on the couch with one leg over the back and the other over Skyler’s shoulder as he knelt between her thighs. Lean fingers caressed the naked skin of her mound before pulling back the swollen flesh of her labia. One swipe of his tongue and her body convulsed.
    “God, you taste better than anything I’ve ever wrapped my tongue around.” His voice vibrated against her flesh as he bent to his task again. His wide shoulders kept her thighs apart. He nibbled at her swollen, sensitive clit, licked her inner lips, teased at the opening of her cunt with the tip of his tongue. She pushed her hips at him and pressed the heel of one foot on his neck, trying to hurry him, trying to increase the pressure, but he was relentless in his teasing and tasting.
    Every swipe of his tongue set her nerves firing and her muscles quaking. Every lick, every nip, heated her until she was sure she couldn’t stand it another moment. The muscles in her belly clenched and her hips jerked.
    “Hold your breasts for me.” He sat up, her juices glistening on his lips. “Pinch the nipples.”
    She did as he asked, so hot for him she