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needed it all. She stepped forward and forced her body into direct contact with his length.
    Growling, he rubbed her belly with his hips. Good Lord, his prick. Her whole body trembled. The large line of hard flesh pressing into her was unmistakable. Waves of pleasure spiraled from the spot filling the tender flesh between her thighs. Juice dripped down her leg as she imagined his large phallus filling her. She wanted this act with him, but would it happen or would he become disgusted with her before it came to the tickle?
    His hands slid to the swell of her bottom and cupped her, spreading the spheres. A large male thigh slid between her legs, pressing against her sex. She moaned. Heat raced through her veins as her hips arched into him. So good…The sensation felt so good.
    Her hands slid down his belly, and his muscles jumped and tensed. Reaching the waist of his breeches, her fingers slid down his hard phallus.
    â€œUmm.” His encouragement vibrated through their dueling tongues. She wanted to see the ridge of flesh, not just touch the skin, to compare his full-grown sex to the beauty of his youthful prick. Finding the buttons to his flap on the waist of his trousers, she popped one from its home.
    Kenny pulled from the kiss and placed his forehead on hers. “Good God, Hannah, this is too much.” Kissing the tip of her nose, he lifted her off the ground. “I’m certainly dreaming.” He spun her around, laid her in the grass atop his clothes, wedging a hard leg between her thighs.
    Bolts of lightning slid through her. Soon he would wedge his entire body in that spot, sliding his prick into her as she writhed beneath him. She studied his face; only desire resided in the depths of his eyes. There was no anger, no disappointment. She could do this; she would pleasure him.
    Her hands clenched fistfuls of shirt. Oh how she wanted to run her hands up his naked back and clasp his clenching bum, to wrap her hand and her tongue around his throbbing staff.
    To make him cry out.
    She never felt so wanton in all her life.
    â€œKenny. I…” God, how did she ask if she could lick his prick? If he said no, she would feel like such a simpleton. Her cheeks warmed, and she closed her eyes.
    â€œYes, sweet?” He placed a kiss on the exposed skin of her neck. His soft hair brushing the tender skin beneath her chin. He kissed her just thus all those years ago. She trembled at the memory of what came next.
    His tongue slid and swirled into the circular crevice at the base of her throat. A groan crept from deep within her chest as she imagined his tongue licking the rest of her, the moist heat circling her breasts, her belly button, and her sex. Oh God. She needed this. She needed him. Her hands gripped his shoulders, then trailed to his neck, searching for bare, hot skin.
    â€œHannah?” His mouth pulled from her flesh, and her eyes fluttered open. He stared at her. “What do you need, sweet?”
    â€œI…I want to see your prick,” she blurted.
    Please, please don’t pull away from me. Her breath hitched as his muscles tensed and he pushed away from her. His brows drew together, and he stared at her with an amused smile. He wasn’t displeased. Thank goodness.
    He sat back on his feet and pulled her up to kneel beside him, grinning. “Do you?”
    His hands busily worked at the last two fastenings of his buckskins, then he reached in and slid his phallus out. Her breath caught. Beautiful. More beautiful than she remembered. His prick jumped in his hand, and as he gazed back at her, the corner of her lips turned up. “Can I touch it, Kenny?”
    â€œYes,” he said, and closed his eyes.
    She scooted forward so that her legs touched his, and trailed her fingers about the smooth shaft. A deep groan rumbled in his chest.
    The blazing heat of his prick seeped through her icy skin. The head, the shape of a plum, with a deep ridge where the shaft connected, made