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undisguised pleasure as he lay at her side, waiting for her next move. In seconds she was upon him, straddling his waist, his hands on her thighs.
    His hands reached behind her to play with her ass. She shoved them aside. “Don’t touch me,” she said. “Hold on to the headboard.”
    He groaned. “Come on Meg.”
    “It’s my turn,” she insisted. “You want me to tie you?”
    “I’ll hold on,” he said, apparently seeing the wisdom of her request. “I can only hope I won’t be disappointed.”
    She laughed softly. “Now,” she soothed as she bit his nipple and smiled at his body’s involuntary jerk in response and then soothed the supposed injury with her tongue. “I think you need a lesson in how to treat a lady.”
    “You think so?”
    “I definitely think so.”
    “Do you have a particular lady in mind?”
    “Do you?” she dared and then smiled at his flash of white teeth. “A wise man would watch what he’s saying about now,” she said, her mouth lowering to his belly, she worked her way down his body.
    “There’s only one lady, Meg. There’s always only been one.”
    She chuckled and spread a line of kisses over his stomach. “You’re even smarter than I thought.”
    “Not smart. Honest.”
    She looked up at him and smiled. “All right, where was I?”
    “You were about here,” he said, his right hand releasing its hold on the bed post to point out his ever—growing cock.
    “You said you were honest. I hadn’t gotten that far yet.”
    He chuckled. “Sorry, I’m probably just a bit anxious.”
    Meg’s kisses reached her destination at last. Her mouth brushed over his cock, eliciting a soft groan. “Oh, here you are." She sent him a mischievous grin. "I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
    “I could have showed you where he was.”
    “You mean you knew all along and I’ve been kissing the rest of you for nothing?”
    “Well, I wouldn’t say for nothing.”
    “You know I missed this little guy while I was away.”
    “He missed you too,” And apparently realizing what she’d just said, he gave a low threatening growl. “What do you mean little?”
    She giggled softly, her mouth smothering most of her merriment as she continued to kiss him. “I only mean little compared to the rest of you. He’s actually quite something, wouldn’t you say?”
    “I’d say he surely enjoys it when you talk nice about him.”
    “Do you mean he can hear me?” She blinked with surprise.
    “He can.”
    “What an amazing fellow. He can hear and he has no ears. I’d say that was a major feat.”
    “He has no feet either.”
    Meg laughed. “I know, poor thing, he can’t walk.”
    “But he can do other things.”
    “Things like tricks? I should make him show me.”
    “He’d be delighted to show you, but if you listen carefully, I think he’s telling you he needs you to kiss him hello. I mean, it has been five days.”
    “Oh, my God, you mean to say he can talk too?”
    Jack groaned and shifted, his hips rising a bit. “Meg, you’re driving me crazy.”
    “I’d say he belongs in a circus. He can talk without a mouth and hear without ears. He’s simply incredible.”
    She deposited light airy kisses over his dick. “Meg,” he groaned, his hips moving, silently begging for some serious contact.
    He jumped when she licked him from the base of his cock all the way to his weeping little eye. “I think he’s crying for more.”
    Jack gave a strangled moan. “I haven’t a doubt.”
    “Does he like it when I kiss him or lick him?”
    “He’s mad for you to do either.” His body grew harder, the muscles beneath taught skin now inflexible.
    “How about this?” Her mouth sucked half of him inside and she moaned a soft sound of appreciation at the velvety texture over rigid swollen glands.
    “Oh, my God, every time you do this, it’s like you’ve never done it before.”
    Meg groaned and his words stirred her on to lick, kiss, nuzzle and suck him on to madness.
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