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shoulder so that he could suckle her the rest of the way. Pleasure exploded the moment his mouth met her sex. He tongued her to orgasm, applying constant pressure to her clit until her climax eased from spikes to a steady, relentless thrum.
    Pleasured, but not fulfilled. His kisses left her wanting, needful. Hot.
    He dropped onto the stool, maneuvering her so that her legs were on either side of his. He guided her onto his lap, his erection thick against her belly. She wrapped her hand around him, murmuring her delight at the silky feel of his skin. He was hard, but she could get him harder. Longer. Thicker. With Sean supporting their weight and her feet flat against the stone floor, she possessed all the power.
    “You’re going to miss me,” she said.
    He gripped the edges of the seat. “Never said I wouldn’t.”
    She brushed her thumb over the tip of his cock. The head was hot and moist. She wanted to taste him, but not nearly as much as she wanted him inside.
    “I’m going to miss you, too.”
    “You’ll get over me.”
    “Will I?”
    He lifted her, expertly adjusting their position so that she glided onto him with electric ease.
    “God, I hope so,” he crooned, his hands roaming ravenously around her bottom as he made a miniscule shift that drove him even deeper inside her. “You feel so good.”
    “Do I?” she asked, rocking to a stand so that the tip of his cock was barely inside her.
    Her first orgasm had cleared her head. Sean might think leaving her would be easy, but she was going to show him how wrong he was.
    He groaned, grabbed her hips and pressed her down again, but she leveraged herself back to a half-standing position. If he wanted her, he was going to have to work for it—which he did, by taking her nipple into his mouth and working the nub with his tongue and teeth until she slammed down into him and started the rise and fall that would take him precisely where he wanted to go.
    “That’s it,” he said, digging his fingers into her flesh possessively. “Aw, yeah, cher . That’s the way. Let it go. Don’t hold back.”
    She rocked, rose and descended. He held on for dear life, kissing her hard, taunting her and promising her the world if only she’d make them come.
    The conflagration of sensations burned into her with each word that tumbled from his mouth. Each utterance took them lower, to the earthy base of lovemaking, to the fucks and dicks and cunts that somehow sounded like sweet poetry when tumbling from his lips. She could think of nothing but driving his thick hardness deeper into her body so that it seared her core from the inside out and left her as nothing but cinders and ash.
    But Sean, as always, had other ideas. He slipped his arms beneath her bottom and stood, stumbled to the bed then dropped her onto the dusty coverings. Now, he was on top, pounding into her, plying his hand between them and tuning her orgasm to his. She cried out, lost in the maelstrom, until she was no more than a receptor for his voracious need.
    She stroked his chest, kissed his arms and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, crooning and cajoling him into letting go.
    His eyes popped open wide just before he crashed. His hot seed seared her, burned and branded her as his. This was a sensation she never wanted to forget—never wanted to do without.
    She simply had to convince him of the same.
    * * *
    Sean had nothing left.
    No breath. No blood. No bone. He was a gelatinous collection of overstretched skin and muscle. But beneath him, Brynn stirred, so he shifted his mass with a grunt and wondered if his innards would re-form or if he’d become just another wasted fixture in the cottage, useless and abandoned.
    Fortunately for him, Brynn opted to bring him back to life. After rinsing herself clean by the fire, she brought over the pot and cloth, dropping them near his feet, which hung over the edge of the lumpy mattress. She took her time, practicing the same tender care she’d shown when