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whisper, curious to know how he perceived her.
    “I see a beautiful woman, her silken thighs wide apart to show off her clit and the pink folds of her labia. There is a point of moisture catching the light, beckoning to me.”
    So he knew a great deal about women, Roxie told herself, not embarrassed in the least. She was in capable and practiced hands for the night. Which turned her on. Reaching out, she touched his upper arm and the hard muscles there.
    “Roxie, you drive me crazy,” was all he said as if he were being tortured senseless. His thumb idled along her skin at the juncture of her upper thigh and her mons. She shivered as heat seared through her, and her muscles tensed in heightened anticipation.
    His arm muscles rippled as he slid to a prone position, his head between her legs. She stared up at the ceiling and waited for his tongue to dart into her pussy. Charlie slipped a finger past her wet clit and into her weeping vagina. Roxie nearly shot off the bed, restraining herself by grabbing fistfuls of the sheet.
    “Charlie!” she wailed, desperately searching for something to berate him for.
    “Yes, my dear?” he asked much too sweetly for her liking. He had the upper hand, and he knew it.
    “We should have gone into the mountains,” she muttered, keeping her voice low.
    “To make love under the night sky, under the twinkling canopy of stars? Do you think I would be doing things differently?” His self-assurance mocked her. Then another finger slid into her channel. “I might be too big for you,” he said softly, his gray gaze assessing her.
    “I thought you’d lick my clit,” she protested, not caring whether his penis was big or small.
    “I’ll get to that, but for now, I’m admiring your juices flowing from your cunt as I squeeze my fingers inside your channel.”
    She sighed with rising need. “I love it when you talk dirty.” Roxie attempted to shift from one hip to the other to encourage Charlie to plunge his cock in her, but the movement didn’t work.
    He clamped his hand on her left thigh and stilled her. “Be patient, Roxie. I’ll get inside you when I think you’re ready.”
    The patronizing attitude, so like the one her father had so often displayed, angered her. “For Pete’s sake, who would know better, you or I, that I’m ready?” she asked in frustration. She twisted her head from one side to the other and finally closed her eyes willing herself to relax and take things as they came. Charlie meant well, didn’t he? And his erection was rather huge.
    “Trust me on this, Roxie. If I knew without a doubt you were ready, I’d take you.”
    Somehow, his voice was soothing and reassuring. Despite herself, Roxie calmed. His digits slipped out, one by one, then the moment she’d waited for arrived. She cried out as his tongue rasped against her hot clit. Her muscles clenched quickly, and an orgasm tore through her. Her eyes shut tight. Stars of different magnitudes spun around in her head, yet Charlie continued to lave her clit with sure, firm strokes.
    “No more,” she cried out, attempting to stop him, but he turned a deaf ear. His tongue went on its ravaging madness. Her hips bucked and her spine bowed but he held on tenaciously, nipping at her pearl to heighten her pleasure.
    Another orgasm rent through her, shattering what little equilibrium she had. She thought she heard ocean waves, but they were much too far away. Perhaps they were in her head as a result of the intensity of her climax.
    “Are you okay?” Charlie asked solicitously.
    Thank goodness you’ve stopped eating my clit, but I want more! Dazed, she nodded, and with great effort, blinked her eyes open.
    Charlie loomed above her, his gaze laced with concern. He inclined his head as if reassuring himself, then said, “Now you’re ready.”
    Now she was ready? That sounds so much like my father telling me what I know. It’s all about control.
    The thought evaporated into thin air as quickly as it came.