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like a wall of pleasure, moved through her pussy, her limbs, her head, like a sweet tide.
    So good…
    He kept at it, pumping the vibrator inside her, his hand grinding against her clit. Her body shook with the force of it. She was drowning in pleasure. She became nothing but sensation, the focal point her sex, his hand, the pulsing vibrator buried deep inside her.
    â€œShaye…oh God…”
    Still he worked her, drawing out the last quivering tremors, until she was too weak to move.
    Finally the last trembling threads of her orgasm faded away. He seemed to know instinctively when it was over, sliding the vibe from her body. He pulled her into his arms, into his lap as he sat on the sofa. She leaned her head against his chest and inhaled deeply of his scent, so dark and earthy, so him .
    Her body was in love with him already.
    What had made her even think that? But she was too languid with the afterglow of a shattering orgasm to think about it—or to think about anything, really.
    He stroked her hair, her cheek, her shoulder. So nice. So sweet. Such a contrast to the wicked way he had treated her body only moments ago. She loved that, the contrast of sexual abandon and this…tenderness. What else could she call it?
    Devastating.
    Oh yes. He was the kind of man a girl could really fall for. Except she wasn’t that kind of girl. This night with him did not make her a submissive. Not like that. Not like the kind of submission she’d read about. She’d been the strong one for far too long. She’d had to be in her family—or what was left of it—her mother and herself. Nothing would ever change that, not even this man with the amazing hands, the sensual instincts that read her body like an open book.
    â€œDevin?”
    â€œHmm?”
    â€œWhat’s wrong?”
    â€œWhat? Nothing.”
    â€œThen why did you just close up?” he asked, his voice soft.
    â€œI don’t know what you mean.”
    â€œYour whole body tensed up. You crossed your arms over your breasts.”
    â€œDid I?”
    A long moment of silence, then, “Do you want to talk to me about it, whatever it is you’re thinking?”
    â€œI…no. It’s nothing.”
    But that wasn’t true. Maybe it was what he’d done to her tonight—“playing”, as he called it. The orgasms. The gentleness of him now. But she wanted to tell him. Wanted to tell him what she was thinking, about what had happened to her to make her feel like letting go of control was some sort of sin, some failure on her part. She didn’t understand this yearning to let him know her—wasn’t sure if she was thinking clearly.
    His voice was a quiet rumble, with her ear still pressed against his chest. “It’s something. But you don’t have to tell me now.”
    She sighed and relaxed into him again. He felt so good. They stayed there for a long time, until she almost drifted off to sleep, her mind hazy. Then he began to stroke her skin, his hands drifting slowly over her arms, her shoulders. She let her muscles unwind, melted into his touch while he slid one hand over her waist, her hip. It was so easy to open for him so that he could stroke the inside of her thigh, stoking the banked flames of lust.
    He pushed her down so that she was leaning back against the arm of the couch. With one hand he caressed her breasts, while with the other he cupped her mound. She moaned, her sleepy body absorbing the sensation. Desire buzzed through her system, yet she could barely move.
    â€œYes, that’s it, Devin. Lie back and let me do it all, touch you the way I want to.”
    He slipped one finger into her soaking wet cleft and her hips arched toward his touch.
    â€œI love that, to see you respond,” he murmured. “To know you like it when I do these things to you.” He pushed two more fingers into her, making her pussy clench with need. “Yes, you love that,