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    “Hey. I told you I’d be right back.”
    Caught off guard, she jumped. “Jesus. Ever hear of letting a person know you’re there. You almost gave me a heart attack.” She snapped the words out before she had a chance to stop them. Her nerves were already stretched taut without adding shock into the mix.
    “Sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He lowered to the grass and sat down next to her.
    “No.” She sighed. “ I’m sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just jumpy, I guess.”
    He rubbed circles on her shoulder. “It’s OK. Don’t worry. I won’t let anything happen to you.” His promise made her heart melt again. She wondered how much he cared for her. Did he love her? Better not even go there. Instead, she wanted him again.
    Their gazes locked. She curled a hand around his neck, pulling him to her. He kissed her. A frenzied meeting of their lips. Arousal, heady and thick, swarmed her system, traveling straight to her throbbing sex. His kiss consumed her as if she were the best dessert in the world. She climbed onto his lap until her pussy was stroking his cock. He caressed his tongue over hers and turned up the heat inside her cunt.
    Desperate to feel his skin under her hands, she gripped the edge of his T-shirt, tugging it off his body. The material came off easily with his help. He roamed his hands under her top, pulled it up over her head and off in seconds. He groaned, adding gasoline to her already roaring fire. He licked from her collarbone, down her chest, until he latched on to her nipple. He licked over one tiny bud; he squeezed the other. To spread his torture amongst both breasts, he shifted back and forth between them.
    She sighed and dug her nails into his forearms. “Mmm.”
    He chuckled against her skin. “Like that, do you?”
    “You’ve no idea. If you stop, I may have to kill you.” She moaned.
    He lavished her skin with love bites.
    Their lips met once again, and he engulfed both her tits with his big hands. Between forefinger and thumb, he applied enough pressure to make her moan and then rolled the taut tips between his fingers. Her hips rocked, and she jumped to her feet and pulled off her jeans.
    Back on his lap, she pushed him to lie down on the grass. His face tightened to a mask of needy hunger.
    “I want you, Chris.”
    “I want you too.” She licked his neck, slowly trailing down to his nipples.
    Groaning, he fisted her hair and pulled the strands away from her face. She swiped her tongue on the flat discs of his nipples and scraped her teeth over one small hard bud. His low moan encouraged her to do it to his other one. Under her, he rocked his hips and rubbed on her wet cunt while she continued to lick her way down his body. She twirled her tongue over each square on his eight-pack abs. Slow and easy, she kissed and nipped her way down until she encountered his jeans.
    Their gazes met and held. She licked her lips, and he clenched his jaw. With a few quick moves his jeans were open and off his legs, leaving his thick, long erection available to her.
    Firmly holding the base of his cock with a tight grip, she lowered her head and trailed her tongue up the vein bulging on the underside. All the way up to the purple head she licked, sucked, and twirled her tongue until he was panting.
    “Jesus. When the hell did you learn to do that?”
    She opened her mouth to answer.
    “Forget it, I don’t want to know.”
    The scent of passion cocooned them, ratcheting up the arousal swirling over her pores. She licked around the velvety head of his cock. Widening her lips, she licked him repeatedly, using her saliva to make it easier to slide him into her mouth. He gripped her hair in his fist, held it away from her face, avidly watching every move she made. Shallow thrusts moved him deeper into her mouth, but she was not able to get him much further. To make up for the lack of depth, she wrapped both hands in a tight grip and pumped while bobbing her head