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trousers and remove a condom. Unable to let him go, she stood and wrapped herself around him, pressing against his backside while her hands played with him and she kissed his nape.
    He turned to pick her up and carry her back to the rug in front of the fire. As soon as he put her down, her hips shifted with need. She desired him desperately and held out her arms, sitting up to pull him to her.
    â€œCome here. I want you,” she said, showering kisses on him, letting her hands roam over him. When she spread her legs, he moved between them, pausing to put on the condom, then he lowered himself, entering her.
    She cried out, arching to meet him, moving wildly.She wrapped her long legs and her arms around him. Plunging deeply, his thick rod pulsed in her.
    Gyrating in an age-old dance, Tom slowed, withdrawing as she gasped. “Tom, love me!” she cried.
    Her hands clutched his bottom, and her legs tightened around him. Arching her back, she tried to pull him closer.
    He thrust slowly into her again, an exquisite torment that drew out pleasure until she thought she would dissolve. She knew from his movements when his control was gone. He made love with her, ramming hard and fast, making her writhe in abandon.
    As tension built, her world was only Tom. Lights behind her eyelids blinded her, and the sounds in her ears roared, shutting out all other noise.
    Clinging to him tightly, she spasmed with release, pressing against him as rapture spilled over her. Tom plunged into her again and cried out, a deep primordial cry of need. He called her name, but she could barely hear him for her hammering pulse.
    As they clung tightly to each other, their rhythm ebbed and they both tried to catch their breath.
    His breathing was as ragged as hers, and she could feel their hearts beating in unison. Tom turned to brush light kisses on her temple.
    Holding her against his heart, Tom rolled onto his side, taking her with him. He shifted so he could look at her while he combed damp locks away from her face. “You’re fantastic,” he said.
    â€œI could say the same,” she answered in euphoria, brushing feathery kisses on him in return, still running her hands over him and relishing his hard muscles and his body given to her to enjoy.
    â€œI’ve thought about you constantly,” he admitted, and she looked at him in surprise.
    â€œGo on!” she exclaimed. “I don’t believe you!”
    â€œIt’s true. Why would I make up a thing like that?”
    â€œTo sweet-talk me into more seduction,” she said, smiling at him. She moved against him sensuously in a slow shift of her body.
    â€œYou little witch! Give me some rest,” he said.
    She laughed. “As if you gave me any in the past hour.”
    He kissed her, a binding kiss that sealed their union and proclaimed how good things were between them.
    â€œI don’t think I can stand,” he said. “You’ve demolished me.”
    â€œStop complaining,” she replied. “You loved every passionate second of it, and before I know it, you’ll be trying to get me to do the same things to you all over again.”
    â€œSure, I will. I hope I can talk you into doing them over and over all night long.” He framed her face with his hands. “You’ll never know how much I’ve wanted you,” he said in a deep, gravelly voice.
    â€œAnd after the past hour, don’t you think I desired you equally as much?”
    â€œCouldn’t possibly,” he said. “You can’t imagine the way I need you in my arms, in my bed.”
    â€œInstead here we are on my floor. Thank goodness I have privacy out here.”
    He grinned and stood, then bent down to pick her up.
    â€œTom! If we’re going to the bedroom, I can walk.” Ignoring her protest, he scooped her into his arms easily and headed toward her bedroom. He let her switch on a light, then he carried her into the big bathroom, where he