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and lifted her bottom. When she’d tossed the
thong to the carpet, he knelt between her legs dangling off the bed.
    “Now this is pure beauty.” He
traced a finger down her abdomen, through her curls, and across her clitoris.
“Christ, you’re wet.” He tested her with one finger, sliding in, out, back to
her clitoris. “I don’t want to use my tongue on you. I want to watch you while
you come.”
    She writhed on the bed though his
touch was gentle. The softness of it, the barely there pad of his finger
excited her more than a rough, hard workout.
    “Whatever you like.”
    He grabbed her thighs and hauled
her butt to the edge of the bed. His jeans chafed her inner thighs. “Watch me
touch you. Don’t look away.”
    She concentrated on the sight of
his hand gliding across her, the lines of intent on his face, his gaze on her
exposed pussy. He rubbed her with his thumb, using all her wetness.
    “Does it feel good?”
    She clutched the coverlet. “Yes.”
Her eyes wanted to close with the sheer hot passion engulfing her body, but she
fought to keep them open, her gaze on his hand, his taut abdomen, his tanned
arms against her paler flesh.
    He entered her with two fingers,
his thumb still circling her clitoris. Her pelvis rocked. She started to pant.
With his other hand, he caressed her bottom, squeezed her flesh. Then he
withdrew his fingers and worked her clitoris, around, beneath, straight on.
Clasping her legs around him, she rose to meet every stroke, directing him with
her body, gasping when he hit just the right spot. She bit her lip, but a moan
of pure need slipped from her. She tossed her head, back and forth, as he
concentrated on the tiny button. Her hips strained into his touch, her body
trembled. White heat zipped to her clitoris, sucked all her energy, and threw
her into climax. She bucked, writhed and finally cried out, her ears ringing
with the sound.
    He leaned down to place a reverent
kiss just above her mound. No tongue, just lips and warm breath as her body
jerked in the aftermath.
    She opened her eyes to find him
looking down at her, his abdomen to her pelvis, his mouth close to her belly.
    “That was the most beautiful thing
I’ve ever seen,” he whispered.
    No man had ever made her feel so
special, something beyond mere physical orgasm.
    “Come here.” She held out her arms.
    He crawled up her body, divesting
her of her clothes before he gathered her close, and carried her more fully
onto the bed. She rested and calmed in his embrace, the ringing in her ears
finally abating as she nestled her chin to his throat. She didn’t want words,
she didn’t want promises. She didn’t want anything to steal the moment’s magic.
    She fell asleep, magic still
singing through her body.
     
    * * * * *
     
    David watched her sleep. He reveled
in the fact that he had given her absolute pleasure and absolute sexual
exhaustion. The image of her face would live in him a long time, the force and
power of her orgasm, her eyelashes fanned beneath her eyes, her lips as she’d
cried out his name. Her skin bore the rosy glow of satisfaction, and her hair
fell like silk across his chest. She slept on, even through the gentle stroke
of his fingers on her arm, the curve of her hip, her bottom, her thighs. She
murmured something unintelligible and snuggled deeper into his embrace.
    Sex had always been pleasurable.
He’d missed it between relationships. Yet he’d never hopped into bed with an
available woman, instead practicing self-satisfaction when the need arose.
    He’d hopped into Randi’s bed the
first day they met and came running back like a horny goat. Yet these two
nights had been far more intense than even his first sexual experience at the
age of seventeen, regardless of acute teenage hormones.
    He should run, as he’d done in the
dark hours last night. Instead, he continued a slow caress of her body as she
slept. Something had changed between this night and the last. He couldn’t leave
until he