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point, his tongue came out, so that it was dragged over her in anticipation of what he was going to be doing to her shortly on a much larger, much more avid, and even more intimate, scale.
    Spreading her open easily with two big fingers, he pressed his mouth to her clit, sighing and saying, “Mmm. How is it that you always taste of sunshine?” as he dove into his task with unfettered gusto.
    Her full body flush earned her a soft chuckle that only deepened the thoroughly unbecoming shade of red she was turning. But she counted it as a victory that her shame at his heartfelt compliment no longer made her feel guilty or ashamed of what he was doing to her, or her quite thorough enjoyment of it. The moment that his mouth settled over her electrified her in such a way that he might as well have been suckling on every nerve in her body at the same time. Her entire being was concentrated in the scant inch of flesh he worried and flicked and licked incessantly... at least until she felt the fingers of his big right hand poking insistently at her, determined to find their home within her.
    Prude that she had been when he had met her, Lita had been quite scandalized by the notion that he would want to touch her in that way. As far as she knew, there was only one part of his body that would occupy that part of hers, but he had shown her the error in her thinking, and she knew Brandt had come to realize that it was something she actually craved, although that fact wasn’t something that – especially at first – she would ever have volunteered.
    One of the first rules he’d ever made for her was meant for the bedroom, and he’d instituted it before they’d even made love – because she was such a ninny and had to work her way through the idea that they could sleep together before they were married. He had been remarkably patient with her outmoded tendencies, and he had made it more than worth her while – then and now – for her to take that step into sin with him.
    She was not allowed to hide her responses from him, good, bad or indifferent. It was a natural tendency, as far as she was concerned, not to be too noisy, as if she’d been taught that it wasn’t right to call too much attention to herself. But he demanded to know when things felt especially good to her, or whether or not the position he’d put her in was uncomfortable for her. When he’d discovered – afterwards, on a few occasions – that her back had hurt or her neck had been throbbing while he’d had his way with her, she’d quickly found herself with a distinctly unpleasant stinging in an entirely different place. Hurt that he had created quite deliberately as he lectured her sternly about how he expected her to tell him the next time if anything he did made her uncomfortable.
    Sometimes she could be a very slow learner, and she had been taken over his lap more times than she wanted to count in regards to that particular rule. But she’d gradually gotten better about it, learning to trust that, if there was any pain involved in what he was doing to her, that it was an intended rather than unintended consequence.
    So when those thick, staunch fingers invaded her delicate flesh, she was given no choice but to yield to them, to accommodate them within herself, rasping slightly as they opened her wider and wider, until she could feel his knuckles against her lips. Lita was unable to suppress the groan that accompanied his manual possession, as her body tried to accustom itself to his rude invasion. There continued to be – even after all this time with him – a slight ache that remained, as if she were still the nearly innocent young woman she had come to him as, pretty much untried and unschooled and aching with a need she could never hope to express with anyone, until he arrived in her life.
    It was always new to her, no matter how many times they made love like this; it was always different. Each time she wondered if she could manage to take that