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glove.”
    Her breath hitched when his thumb circled said sheath, and she creamed, dew coating his finger.
    “You’re so damned responsive. See?”
    Rubbing the wet thumb over her small mouth, he ordered, “Open, taste yourself. Smell your little pussy. You did everything fricking right, darlin’, and you taste like nectar.”
    Pupils dilating, heated breath panting over his palm, gaze manacled to his, she touched the tip of that delectable tongue to the pad of his thumb.
    “You have me riding a thin wire. I don’t dare take you now.” Cupping his palms under her thighs, he lifted her and shifted onto his side, spooning her firm backside. “Bend your leg, that’s it. Christ, your pussy’s pretty. I’m going to ride your pussy lips, get you used to the feel of me. I want to make those pouty nipples bigger, pinker. Put your right arm around my neck, you’re going to need something to cling to.”
    Separating her folds, he eased his cock between her slickness and angled his thrusts so the head impacted her hooded nub. Suckling on one breast, he moistened the whole areola with long, rough licks and then softly grazed the wet button point.
    Her breath grew shallower, and she gasped, “Please, harder. Everything burns. Put it in, just a little, just enough.”
    “Jaysus,” he roared as his testicles contracted. “Fricking come with me, darlin’.” His fingers found her clit and he worked it, rubbing, pinching until she clamped her thighs together, squeezing his cock, and he exploded and nipped the curve of her shoulder.
    Black-and-white stars dancing along his glazed pupils, Terry rested his forehead against her neck, lamenting the invisible force that had sucked all the oxygen out of the room, forcing him to gasp loud breaths. When his lungs settled from heaving to panting, he inhaled. Nothing perfumed a room sweeter than the pungent mixture of semen and pussy honey.
    Collapsing onto his back, Terry curved one arm over her shoulder and lifted her leg across his pelvis, caressing the firm curves of athletic thighs. Su-Lin’s long, silky hair streamed across his chest, and he twined the black locks between his fingers, combing through one section.
    “Terrence?”
    “Terry, darlin’.” Only his sodding father called him Terrence.
    “How far away is my aunt and uncle’s cabin? You were a bit noisy.”
    Her attempt to be diplomatic startled a guffaw out of him. “Every cabin on the Glory’s soundproof. I’m vocal when I come.”
    “You always roar?”
    “You screamed.”
    “I didn’t,” she squealed and shoved off his chest.
    “Oh, no.” She cupped a hand over her mouth. “I did, didn’t I?”
    “Terrence. One looong scream. Very flattering.”
    “I’ll just die if my aunt or uncle heard.”
    “Not to worry, darlin’, they didn’t.”
    “The ship’s stopped moving,” she said and stretched one leg up to the ceiling. Pointing the toes, she curled long fingers around the ankle and brought the foot to her ear.
    His jaw dropped to China, and his eyes crisscrossed. A one-second-ago sated cock reared and began a pounding Riverdance against his belly.
    “Jaysus. Can you do that with both feet? At the same time?” Vivid, juicy images replaced lucid thought.
    “I’m very flexible,” she said and flashed him a glance from the corner of her eye, almost purring the words. “You saw me practice my routine on the beach.”
    “Show me. Christ, no. Don’t,” he growled and held up one hand. “Put your leg down and don’t do that again. Not until you can take me all the way at least three times a day. At that angle. Fricking hell, I’m hard again just thinking about it.”
    “Three times a day,” she repeated, obeying his command. She sat on her haunches, curled her toes into the mattress, rested her palms against the sheets, lifted her body, and hovered a couple of inches over the bed.
    “Show-off,” he muttered, eyeing those strong forearms. “One day, you have to do your routine for me,