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tongue tracing a hot moist path up her neck, his teeth pulling at her earlobe. “I love how your body reacts to me.”
    “That’s because my body loves what you do to it.”
    “And what about you?” he asked, rising up on his elbows. “Do you love what I do to you?”
    “More than words will ever say.” Sandra smiled at the dark eyes that stared at her.
    “Let’s go to bed and see if I can persuade you to stay awake a little longer,” he teased, kissing the tip of her nose before standing up and pulling her gently to her feet.
    He stepped to the fridge before following her up the stairs, bringing with him two bottles of chilled water. The room was pitch black and she tried to peer around her as Creighton kicked the door closed. She listened to him walk across the carpet, amazed that he knew his way around so easily, then jumped when his cool hands wrapped around her stomach and pulled her back against his chest, his lips once again claiming her neck. They stood somewhere in the middle of the bedroom; his fingers slipping between her legs, playing once again with her wet clitoris. He caressed her labia, pressing his erection into her bottom, his lips and tongue traveling across her shoulder, over the back of her neck and onto the opposite side and leisurely up to her ear. Sandra didn’t move, she didn’t know how or where to go; the room was so dark there were no outlines of furniture or walls and she felt suddenly claustrophobic.
    “Trust me?” he asked her in a whisper barely more than a breath and Sandra instantly relaxed. He turned her in his arms and walked her backward toward the bed until she felt the edge of the mattress against her knees; slowly being lowered to the soft covers. He braced his knees between her legs and moved her further onto the bed, pushing upward against her buttocks and then stretched out across her.
    “All the time I spent watching you over the last two years, all the dreams and plans I made to get you into my life, could never compare to how incredible it feels to have you with me. You have exceeded everything I ever hoped for; I feel like a newborn babe, experiencing every day with you as though it were my first.”
    “Are you sure you’re not a romantic at heart?” Creighton laughed, pressing his lips against hers; his tongue thrusting into her mouth as he eagerly explored the dark recesses beyond. Their mouths molded together, their tongues battling and sparring against the other. He moaned deep in his throat then reluctantly pulled away, touching his forehead against hers.
    “This is why I never fully recover from our love making,” he told her, his voice echoing through the darkness. “You never give me a chance to regain my strength before you have me begging for more.”
    “You kissed me,” she demanded. “I had nothing to do with that.”
    “Really, and where exactly may I ask, are your legs?” Sandra gasped; somewhere in the midst of that kiss – that passionate, incredible kiss, she had lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, holding him against her body. Creighton smiled as he moved his lips across her neck, nipping at the tender flesh, his tongue trekking out a path in the dark.
    “Do you want to sleep or can I attempt to keep you awake a bit longer?”
    “Bring it on,” Sandra said, feeling the heat rise between then again.
    “Would you like to continue experiencing the vanilla variety of sex, or would you like to spice things up a bit?”
    “What did you have in mind?” Creighton laughed, sitting up between her legs, his warm hands caressing her torso and breasts.
    “What would you like?” he asked softly. “I can tie you up and use your favorite toys or I could just ride you a bit longer until you can’t walk come morning.”
    “I’m not sure.” She could feel the blush creeping up her neck as she thought about what he was asking her.
    “Tell me,” he insisted, pinching her nipples between his forefinger and thumb. “It’s