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be sucked, or her sculpted tummy he wanted to run his teeth against.
    “Clay?” Angela questioned with an anxious voice. Surely she had to know what a fucking knockout she was.
    He palmed her cheeks, kissing her softly. “I’ve never wanted a woman more than I want you tonight.”
    Angela ran her fingernails down his back, sexily hauling him closer to rub her midsection against his growing problem.
    “I feel like things are a bit one-sided. Let’s see what we can do about that.” Before she finished speaking, his shirt had been tugged over his head, tossed on the floor, as a huge grin spread across her face. Damned if the girl wasn’t good for his ego, too.
    He kicked his boots off, disposing of the pants, which were going to strangle his cock before he could even work it inside her wet core. Her eyes never left him as he stood with only boxers to cover himself. She focused on the erection standing at attention.
    They stood there for long moments, staring at each other.
    “What are you thinking?” Clay asked her as he closed the distance between them.
    “How badly I want your dick in my hand. In my mouth,” she admitted behind hooded lashes.
    Clay wanted to take all the care in the world with her, but she was going to make it rather difficult if she kept that up. He laughed deeply as Angela climbed on the bed on her knees in front of him and rubbed her hands together with glee. Her anxiety was palpable, but she covered it well with her charming nature.
    She placed her hands on his chest, marveling at his strength and tone.
    “I…” was all she got out before her voice seemed to close up.
    He stared as her eyes flicked up to his face and then back down to his chest.
    “I’ve dreamed of this,” Angela confessed in a whispered voice.
    “So have I,” Clay admitted, before he could call it back. He raised her chin to force her gaze to reach his, running his hands across the tanned skin of her back, bringing her closer to his mouth. The first contact of her bare chest next to his seemed to burn.
    Clay continued kissing her as she helped him out of his boxers and he ran his hands across her breasts. He cupped them each in turn, feeling their weight as he groaned with pleasure. Not too big and not too small. They were absolutely perfect.
    He rubbed his thumbs across her nipples as she grabbed the heavily veined shaft she had finally unwrapped.
    “ Holy God , Angela!”
    She laughed into his mouth at his reaction to her slender fingers wrapped around his dick.
    She ran her hands up and down the length of him, cupping his balls. The head of his cock wept for her. As if she heard its silent plea, she kissed down his chest. Her breath was a tantalizing whisper of sensation along his flesh that threatened to break out in goose flesh if he didn’t get it under control. Quickly.
    Clay opened eyes he didn’t remember closing to see her slide her tongue across his abdomen. He reached up, brushing the hair from her face so he could see each moment her exquisite mouth touched him.
    He nearly lost his balance when her rosy lips took the engorged head of his cock into her mouth.
    Her moans of pure delight nearly had him coming in her mouth as she slowly moved on him. Her slick mouth giving him a preview of what the rest of her body would feel like.
    He pulled his dick out of her mouth, hastily pushing her down to lie in front of him.
    “My turn,” was all he said as he slipped her panties down her legs, letting them fall to the floor.
    His Angela lay naked in front of him for the first time and he was awestruck by her beauty.
    It was flushed with need and warm to the touch and she was completely bare to his gaze. Finally .
    He lay next to her and she put a hand possessively on his cock, which jumped at her touch.
    He took her mouth voraciously with his own and she squeezed him instinctively.
    His hand was on her ribs and he could feel them right through her skin. Her breathing was shallow and he remembered the last time he