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stood on tiptoe. Their tongues clashed and his went deep into her mouth, stroking and sending ripples of erotic feelings that heightened her longing.
    â€œAh, Rose,” he said. “How I’ve wanted you and dreamed of you. I want my hands and my tongue all over you.”
    His words carried their own caresses while his hand went to her zipper, and cool air brushed her shoulders as he peeled away her dress. They were near the fire, and its warmth spilled over her but was nothing compared to the heat that Tom stirred.
    When she unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders, her fingers shook with urgency. He tossed away his shirt and she unfastened his belt.
    Bending down, Tom planted kisses from the corner of her mouth, along her ear and down her throat. His large hands cupped her breasts. She closed her eyes as his every touch rocked her. With a flick of his fingers he unfastened the clasp to her lacy black bra and tossed it aside.
    â€œDarlin’, you’re gorgeous. You take my breath,” he said, cupping her breasts and circling her taut nipples with his thumbs, lazy circles that tormented and teased. “Do you like that?” he asked. “Say it. Tell me you like it.”
    â€œYou know I like what you’re doing,” she gasped, barely able to talk.
    He took her nipple in his mouth, biting so lightly,only enough to heighten her response, and then his tongue leisurely stroked the taut bud.
    Desire was a scalding ache low inside her. She wanted him with all her being, had yearned for him for too long now. She shut her mind to the future and feasted on the present.
    When he unzipped his trousers, they fell around his ankles. In a flash he shed his shoes, socks and white briefs, and she inhaled as her gaze roamed over his muscled body and strong legs, his hard masculinity.
    Taking his stiff rod in her hand, she knelt to caress him, and then her tongue played with him until he groaned and slipped his hands beneath her arms, hauling her to her feet.
    He gathered her into his embrace for a kiss that poured out the depth of his need and made her tremble with awe that he could want her so much.
    How she desired him! She stroked his thick manhood until he picked her up and laid her on the rug in front of the fire. Watching her, he moved between her thighs, putting her legs over his shoulders to give him access to her as, with his tongue, he delved in her most intimate places.
    She moaned, holding his strong arms, moving her hips, wanting more of him. “Tom, come here,” she cried.
    He stretched out beside her, taking her into his arms and lavishing kisses on her throat and ear, letting his hand drift down between her legs, his fingers going where his tongue had been as he began to caress her, igniting fires that engulfed her in sensation.
    While her hips thrashed and a blinding need built, she clung to him.
    â€œTom!” she cried, nipping his shoulder, fondling histhick manhood, lost to his touch and the passion that consumed her. “Tom, I want you.”
    Release burst in her, but only sufficient to intensify her need for all of him. She pushed him down and straddled him, running her hands over his magnificent body, admiring his powerful, well-sculpted muscles. Her fingers tangled in his black chest hair and then drifted lower.
    When she trailed kisses on his chest, licking his nipples, moving down across his flat belly, his hands wound in her hair and he groaned. She ran her tongue along his thick rod while her fingers went between his legs to cup him and stroke lightly.
    Wanting him more than ever, she turned him over to trace kisses along his smooth, muscled back. Her fingers played with his firm bottom before she continued lower, her hands running over the backs of his thighs, the short black hairs tickling her palms. He rolled over, and she took him in her mouth, her tongue licking him with slow deliberation.
    With a groan he moved away. She watched him pick up his