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brushed between her outer labia. An enticing stroke along sensitive flesh.
    She gripped his t-shirt when he plunged inside her. Pinned between his hard body and the fridge, with his fingers deep inside, she didn’t have much room to move.
    He pressed his thumb to her clit, making circular motions, steadily pumping his fingers inside of her. His tongue traced along her ear. “You’re very wet.”
    Grasping his shoulders, she groaned and tried to rock her hips to his rhythm. She’d forgotten how good a man’s touch could be. Pleasure throbbed and built. “Please, Daedalus...please.” The pressure released in an explosion of sinful delight, sending cascades of ecstasy through to her core.
    She writhed under his hand and bucked against the fridge, trapped while this passion rode her, sending thrills of bliss down her limbs. Her legs clenched him closer, her sex grinding on his fingers. The pleasure seemed to know no end.
    A sigh escaped her as the passion released her from its grip. She rested her head back against the cool fridge. Sweat trickled down her neck and between her breasts. Her blouse stuck to her skin and her curls to her face. Satiated, she closed her eyes to rest. Daedalus had other ideas.
    Still thunder-struck, she didn’t understand when Daedalus whirled her to stand in front of the kitchen island, until he yanked her jeans and panties to her ankles.
    He didn’t pull off his own jeans but tugged them down enough to expose his long, thick cock. “It’s my turn.” His voice, rough with heat, brushed her ear as he spun her to face the island.
    His cock slid against her ass. The angle was all wrong, so he lifted her to lay face down across the counter, then grasped her hips.
    He ran his hard length along her ripe opening. It nudged her, proceeding achingly slow as he stroked himself into her. The agonizing stretch of her sex caused some discomfort, almost to the point of pain. He continued his gentle entry until he was sheathed deep inside of her.
    He stayed there, running his hands over her ass while spasms of tenderness and excitement surged through her, squeezing around him.
    “Sugar... You’re so tight.” Hands trembling, he pumped slow deliberate strokes, each one accompanied by a small groan.
    She struggled for breath, panting as his rhythm grew rougher.
    He pounded, pressed, and plunged deep inside of her. Hot and hard, faster and faster, stoking the fire growing in her core.
    The pleasure made her back arch, tightening her muscles around him, feeling every thick inch. His noises grew louder and wilder as he thrust himself in. And in. And in.
    The orgasm coursed through her, suddenly loosed by his merciless onslaught. She bucked once more to the ecstasy while he held on and rode her. Mindless in its power, she cried out, unable to stop.
    He joined her in duet and cried out, rejoicing in his conquest when he spilled himself into her yielding sex.
    * * * *
    They tumbled to the floor in a tangle of limbs. Daedalus rolled onto his back, off Sugar, still panting from the astounding sex. He scooped her up to cuddle against his chest. She fit perfectly in his arms, as if she’d always belonged there.
    The smell of lavender drifted from her silken, wavy blond hair as she murmured quiet, satisfied noises.
    He grinned and couldn’t help feeling smug. That response rocked him, he’d expected something meeker from her. The passion she unleashed on him! He loved being surprised. After such a long existence, not many things astonished him anymore. More than a sweet temptation, this small, gentle neighbor symbolized a tornado of spun sugar. Now that he’d tasted it, he hungered for more. He was addicted.
    To think he’d only been looking for a television tonight. He heaved up onto an elbow. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
    Looking up at him, her eyes widened. “More?”
    He kissed the tip of her nose. “Of course.” He pulled up his pants, then helped her stand. Her knees buckled when she got to her