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because she twined her arms behind his neck and pulled his head deeper into the kiss. Mm, she had a nice mouth, firm but pliant. He hovered over her, enjoying it, the tip of his cock throbbing painfully in time to his heart. He wanted to spill, needed to, but it would wait; just a little longer, it would wait.
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    Abby loved his tender exploration of his mouth, that one luscious point of intermingling. She wanted more, though. Every inch of her skin was hungry for contact. She wanted all of him to touch her. Most especially, she wanted to feel his cock. She wanted to feel what she’d done to him. She needed to know he was as hard now as he’d been when he was sprawled in that chair, rubbing himself the way he liked best.
    ‘I want you touch me,’ she said, the words bursting out, hot and impetuous.
    He reached above her to turn on a lamp, a sudden and shocking exposure. She flushed as he drew back on to his knees, kneeling over her like a conqueror. His hands played lightly over her breasts. ‘Where would you like me to touch you?’
    Not where, she thought, I want you to touch me with your cock.
    ‘Anywhere,’ she said, and could have kicked herself.
    He knew she was lying. He knew. He leant down and tutted in her ear. His hair, shaggy and smooth as silk, tickled her cheek. ‘Tell me what you want, love. Whisper it in my ear.’
    Oh, if only he hadn’t turned on the light. But he kissed her eyebrow very gently and the courage came. ‘Touch me with your cock,’ she whispered.
    A shudder coursed through him, a glorious, carnal shudder.
    ‘Ah,’ he said, and set his teeth to her earlobe, as though the tension inside him demanded immediate expression. His knees shifted. The heat of his groin approached hers. ‘Where shall I touch you with my cock? Here?’
    The satiny tip brushed from her knee to the top of her thigh. There it stilled, pressing softly, rhythmically against the valley that bordered her fleece.
    ‘You’re sticky,’ she said, then wondered if that was the wrong thing to say.
    He chuckled. When he spoke, his voice was rougher than before. ‘I am overeager tonight.’
    The admission, and the huskiness, thrilled her. ‘Touch me all over.’
    ‘With this?’ He drew a curve around her belly with the hot, sticky head, then flattened the thick length of it over her hipbone. ‘Or this?’
    Abby rolled into the pressure. ‘Yes. Both. All over.’
    This time his chuckle was just an expulsion of breath. ‘Want to test my limits, do you?’
    ‘I want you to come.’
    His cock jerked. ‘Ah,’ he said.
    She loved that word in his mouth, a sigh of understanding and approval — and pleasure.
    He said no more. He rubbed her with his velvet-wrapped hardness, up her thighs, around her belly. He rolled her on to her front and caressed her bottom, every inch of either cheek and then the crease between, with the head, with the shaft, with the soft-hard crush of his balls. He measured the small of her back, and trailed up the sides of her body until he could thrust once, slowly, into the pit of each arm.
    Settling his knees beside her shoulders, he smoothed her hair backwards over her head, on to the pillow, and rubbed his cock along the nape of her neck. He probed each side, pushing along the underside of her jaw. Delicious, she thought, like having your whole body fucked instead of just your pussy. She purred at the feel of it, then squirmed on to her back.
    ‘I know what I want now,’ she said.
    His cock jutted directly towards her face, stiff but tremulous, vibrating with the blood trapped inside. She kissed the swollen cap of the head. Oh, it was so smooth and hot, like living satin. She licked it. It jerked under her tongue.
    ‘No,’ he said, and his voice was very low, very dark. ‘Not that. Not until you know me better.’
    She almost laughed. His cock was straining towards her lips, practically sitting up and begging. But that hadn’t been what she meant to do, in any case. The