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from the force of her body bumping against his. He reached back with one hand and steadied them both before wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her tight against him.
    Her lips were as warm and soft as he remembered, and she tasted like wine and like herself. There was no hesitation in the kiss, no timidity or feel of uncertainty. Rather the way her lips clung to his had the feel of desperation.
    Her fingers were in his hair, gripping hard enough to hurt a little. Their teeth clicked together, their tongues doing battle. She nipped at his bottom lip, then licked at the sting like a cat lapping at cream.
    God, she was beautiful.
    She pressed against him, full body contact, no wimpy butt-sticking-out embrace with this girl. She was right there with him. No way she could miss his growing hard-on. It felt like an iron bar inside his jeans. Mark shifted his hips, though he couldn’t have said why if there had been a gun to his head.
    Josie shifted her hips right along with him. She rubbed against him, little mmm sounds bleeding into their kiss.
    “Mark,” she breathed his name then caught his lip between her teeth and tugged. “You’re so hard for me.”
    “Mm-hmm.” Mark found Josie’s lips again, parting them with his tongue and invading the sweetness of her mouth. He slid his hands down to her perfect ass and ground her against him, wanting more contact and fewer clothes between them.
    “Let’s go lay on the couch,” he said, breaking the kiss.
    Instead of answering, Josie slipped her hand between their bodies and gripped him through his jeans.
    “Ah.” Mark’s head fell back and thumped against the cabinet over the counter. His hips pressed forward into her touch, and his eyes squeezed shut.
    So much for going slow.
    He felt her tug at his zipper, felt the remainder of his blood rush from his big head to his little one.
    He caught at her wrist just as her fingers slid between denim and flesh and closed around his dick.
    “Josie…”
    “You like that.” Her lips moved against his ear, her breath warm against that oh so sensitive spot.
    He should stop her, shouldn’t he? They should at least go over to the couch, shouldn’t they?
    But holy shit, she was stroking him, flesh against flesh, and her grip felt unbelievably good, unbelievably perfect, like she knew exactly how he liked to be touched, like she knew exactly how he touched himself when he jerked off. It was un-fucking-believable! And there was no way he had the will to stop her, not now, not ever.
    Her thumb skimmed over the head of his prick, and Mark groaned.
    “That’s it, baby. Show me how much you like it. Let me hear you just like the other night on the phone.”
    Mark’s hips were moving now, thrusting into her hand, that hand moving faster and faster on his dick, bringing him closer and closer to his orgasm. He hardly noticed she’d eased his cock out of his fly.
    She continued murmuring against his ear and stroking his cock. Her hand moved faster and faster, her grip almost punishing and just right at once, her voice low and urgent as she drove him higher and higher to his peak.
    “C’mon, baby. You know you want to. Don’t fight it. Come for me.”
    One final swipe of her thumb over his slit, and Mark was there. He shouted something; it might have been her name, or it might have been just some wordless exclamation of pleasure. He was too far gone to tell.
    The orgasm ripped through him like a shock. It zinged up his spine and down his legs, nearly buckling his knees. If not for the counter at his back, he would have ended up on Josie’s kitchen floor.
    “Mmm, you’re so sexy.” Josie kissed him under his ear and tightened the arm she had around his waist. But then she let him go and turned away.
    Mark opened his eyes, a protest on his lips, which he quickly swallowed.
    She was washing her hands. Doubtless to get rid of the cum. He looked down at himself. His dick was still hanging out. Now going limp, it looked foolish