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Now, they were mine. Mine to sample and explore. Mine to revel and delight in.
    It was like touching heaven when I thrust my tongue into her pussy and began to lap up her juices. When the first soft moan broke from her lips, it put me into sensory overload. I licked harder. Twisting my head to the side, I delved deeper. My fingers bit into her flesh as I took hold of her thighs and laid her pussy open. Mine. All mine. I wanted everything. I wanted to devour her. And I couldn’t, couldn’t, couldn’t get enough.
    Claire. Oh, Claire. Oh, Claire!
    I still couldn’t believe she was really here, that this was really happening. I was overcome with emotion, with the need to show my gratitude. I would have done anything she wanted, given her anything she asked for.
    Maybe my being a fan was all the reason she needed for being with me tonight. Who was I to judge her motives anyway? It’s not like I could lay claim to any moral high ground. I knew she’d been drinking. I knew this was, most likely, no more than a whim on her part. I’d still caved.
    And, come to think of it, why shouldn’t I have? Show me the man who wouldn’t jump at the chance to bed the woman of his dreams--for any reason, or none at all.
    Claire’s legs were trembling when I moved up to take her clit. She gasped again, but not as sharply as before and, this time, I resisted the impulse to ask if she was okay. I had to trust her to tell me if I was hurting her. I had to believe that she was enjoying this as much as I hoped she was. As much as I was enjoying her.
    Curving my fingers into her heat, I stroked the bundle of nerves that lay just inside her entrance. When I felt her muscles start to tighten, I lifted my head. I wanted to watch her come. I wanted to see it in her face.
    Claire’s eyes, dark, hooded, glazed, met mine and satisfaction filled me. I knew that look. I’d seen her in the throes of passion so many times before--But I hadn’t really, had I? Not like this. Not in person. Not when I was the one doing her; putting that flush on her cheeks, making her moan, making her cream, making her come. Oh, God . I slid another finger into her heat and pumped faster, harder. Yes. Like that. Give it to me.
    Claire moaned again, louder this time, and her eyes rolled back. I couldn’t help smiling. “That’s right. That’s what I like.” All of you. I want all of you. “Now.”
    As the first spasm shook her, I felt my heart swell with something very much like pleasure, very much like pride. Very much like love. Oh, Claire...
    Suddenly, watching wasn’t enough. Pulling my fingers away, I surged on top of her. Claire’s fingers dug into my shoulders as I mounted her. Her eyes met mine.
    “Don’t stop coming,” I said as I rocked into her.
    She gasped and her fingers tightened their grip. “Mike, I...”
    “Don’t stop,” I repeated urgently.
    She murmured something incoherent as she wrapped her legs around me.
    The hot, velvet slide of her skin on mine made me groan with pleasure. “God, yes. Like that.”
    Dipping my head I kissed her; a quick, bruising brush of my lips against hers, to thank her. Then I leaned lower still to take a nipple with my mouth.
    She cried out, her body arching against me as a new set of contractions seized her.
    Her muscles milked my cock relentlessly. I threw back my head, eyes closed, teeth gritted, and tried to maintain control, to stretch things out as long as I could. I didn’t want to come yet. Not yet. I wanted the ride to go on forever.
    But Claire’s grasp on my shoulders weakened suddenly. Her nails raked down my arms and that was all it took to push me over the edge. Chills raced down my spine. My balls tightened and I broke. Pumping my seed into her. Jerking hard against her. Mindless and blind with pleasure.
    When I could think again, I realized my arms were shaking with the effort to keep from collapsing on top of her.
    “Oh, my God,” Claire murmured beneath me. “Oh, my God, Mike, that was...