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heard the zipper on his jeans and then placed the sound of denim brushing over the silk comforter. A moment later he said, “Okay.”
    “You’re completely naked?” she asked.
    “Yeah. Now you.”
    She wanted to peek out the door so badly. Instead, she shimmied her jeans off and then slid her silk panties off, tossing them on top of her bra. “Okay,” she said.
    “Gorgeous, right?” he asked.
    She smiled. “I’d rather see you.”
    “If you need a mental picture right now, I’m lying on my back, buck naked, stroking my cock and thinking of how your mouth would feel on me.”
    She swallowed hard. Holy cow. Vivid images and major heat assaulted her all at once. “I’m liking that picture.”
    “I’m picturing you too,” he said. “Are you still trimmed like you were at the fundraiser?”
    She shouldn’t have to look to answer his question of course, but she still looked at herself in the mirror. She got regular bikini waxes and kept things nearly bare there. “Yes.” She could hear his quick breath. “But you never saw that.”
    “I felt it, girl,” he said, his voice rough. “I’ve been thinking about it ever since.”
    Surprise hit her. Had he not been with anyone else since then? It had been a month since that night, which had specifically been a one-night stand. “You have?”
    “Oh, yeah. Will you touch yourself for me?”
    Somebody was going to have to touch her. She was burning up. “Yes.”
    “Good, slide your hand down between your legs. Are you wet?”
    “Very.” She slid her finger over her clit and imagined it was Doug’s hand.
    “Spread your legs and then spread yourself open with one hand. Can you see your clit?”
    She did what he said, her breathing coming fast and choppy. “Yes,” she almost whispered.
    “I remember how that felt too,” he told her huskily. “Sweet and tight and very sensitive.”
    “Yes,” she breathed, circling over it as he talked. His voice was almost as addictive as his touch. Almost.
    “Now slide lower. Slip your fingers inside.”
    Her inner muscles clenched as she slid two fingers inside. She knew just the angle that worked best and she immediately felt ripples of pleasure.
    “Stroke yourself for me. Go deep. Make yourself feel good.”
    “I’d rather have your fingers,” she gasped.
    “You can have whatever you want. As soon as you come.”
    His words and voice combined powerfully. She loved the explicitness, the intimacy of it.
    “Are you as hot and tight and wet as I’m imagining?” he asked.
    “Yes. Are you still touching yourself too?”
    He chuckled. “Definitely. But I’m trying to hold back until you come.”
    “Are you going to come?” she asked, moving her fingers back to her clit.
    “Oh, yeah. But I want to know if you want me to picture coming in your mouth or on your breasts.”
    She sucked in a breath. No one had ever said that to her before. No one had ever done that to her before. If she had given a blow job, it was never to the point of orgasm, just part of the general foreplay. The idea of doing that to him was intoxicating. “I can’t decide. Either. Both.”
    He chuckled again, but it sounded almost pained. “You’re amazing.”
    “This was your idea.”
    “I’m amazing too.” There was a moment of silence, then he said, “Tell me you’re close, Morgan.”
    “I’m close,” she said, wishing she had her vibrator with her. Of course it hadn’t even occurred to her when packing for this trip knowing Doug would be there.
    “Are you standing up?”
    “Yes.”
    “Sit up on the counter. Spread your legs wide.”
    Um…wow. She did it though. He had yet to give her a bad suggestion. The cool marble of the counter top seemed to heighten the sensitivity of all her nerves and as her knees parted and her fingers circled, then stroked, then circled, then stroked she felt the orgasm building.
    “I bet you look so hot,” Doug muttered. “I’ll bet the counter is just the right height for me to step between