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wet nipple. The sudden change in sensation
made Molly gasp.
    “More?” he asked,
softly.
    “I want you
inside me,” she managed to murmur. As she spoke, her internal muscles clenched
and released, eager to feel him entering her, wanting to accept the most
intimate caress he could give her.
    “Soon,” he
assured her gently. “But first I must show you more pleasure.”
    He stroked a
sure, confident line down her stomach towards the waistband of her panties.
Molly’s hips arched up off the bed of their own accord.
    “You want me so
much, my lovely one, and it pleases me. You please me.”
    The words made
her heart soar. The last compliment she’d received was it’s okay that your breasts are small. So Cade’s praise flowed over
her like warm silk. “You please me, too.” For the first time since they’d lain
down, she reached out and boldly stroked the long, large ridge of his erection.
He jerked in response and she grasped him firmly, feeling him pulse in her
palm. “I want you so much.”
    “As do I, but not
yet.” He led her hand away, gently, a little regret on his face. His expression
was one of intense control, held by a thread. “Fae women must always be pleasured
first, before the man receives his pleasure. So it shall be with you.”
    Molly thrilled at
his words. So many human men – or the ones she’d dated, anyway – seemed
concerned only with their own orgasm. This experience with Cade might well
prove to be the best sex she’d ever had. In fact, she knew it would. It had already surpassed anything she had
experienced before.
    Too breathless
with anticipation to reply, she imagined how she must look, all but naked on
the bed, only a small scrap of white lace separating her from total nakedness.
    Cade smoothed his
hands down her legs, stroking, learning her texture and shape.   He took his time stroking ever-widening
circles on her inner thighs, and her legs unconsciously parted for him. She
could feel the dampness between her legs seeping into the lace of her
underwear.
    Cade saw it too,
his gaze focused on that small triangle of lace.
    His hand hovered
above it for a second, and then he met her eyes. “Yes?”
    “Oh, yes.” It
seemed to take all her energy to expel the words. A thick coat of lust made her
feel languorous, heavy with need.
    He touched her
then, not a moment too soon. Just the brush of his fingers, even over the lace
of her panties, sent kaleidoscopes of color spiraling behind her closed
eyelids. He stroked her in small circles, occasionally pressing, his touch just
glancing off her super-sensitive clitoris.
    “Please,” she
murmured.
    “You would like
me to take this off?” He hooked a finger in the band of her underwear.
    “Yes, oh yes.”
She’d die if he didn’t.
    “As you wish.” He
whispered it as he slid the lace down her legs and discarded it somewhere in
the room. She didn’t much care where. “Now, I will touch you. And taste you.”
    Before Molly
could react to his words, she felt his tongue. Silky soft, and as flexible as a
finger, he teased her, laving her, caressing, drawing ever increasing circles
over her clitoris until she tensed up around him, hips bucking, crying out in
the most intense pleasure she’d ever experienced.
    As her orgasm
ebbed away, Cade continue to gently kiss and lick her until she stopped
shuddering.
    “More?” he asked
gently, and his breath fluttered against her inner thighs.
    “No.” She sat up,
with difficulty, as he’d weakened her so completely, and touched his hair. “I
want to feel you inside me. I want to feel you.”
    “I want that,
too.”
    “I want to taste
you,” Molly murmured as he moved towards her. “Come here.”
    When he stepped
closer, she reached out with both hands and grasped his hips, pulling him
towards her, so his hardness was level with her face. Taking him in hand, she
stroked him, eliciting a deep groan, before leaning forward and enveloping the
head of his manhood in her mouth, stroking