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you'd be back. And what it would mean, if you came."
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    She knew she should speak. Even knew what she had to say. But she was silent.
    But when he grinned, like he'd read her thoughts, whispered something about her not being there for tea and sympathy, and slipped his hand up under the hem of her skirt and, with nothing more than an accidental, incidental brush of his hand against her thighs on the way up, began delicately fondling her over the crotch of her panties, she felt an exhilarating, nauseating fear that somehow overshadowed all the dread and weakness she'd felt at the hospital earlier that day as they'd tugged the whisker-like sutures from the delicate, almost translucent skin of her breast.
    Fuck, her body loved him. Such a presumptuous touch, as if by returning to his house she'd promised that her body was his to do with as he liked. Such a tiny touch, so light, just over her underwear. But already her body was promising her a delicious climax, if he'd just do that for a few more seconds.
    He took his hand away. The throb in her sex amplified, growing more intense, more insistent, pleading for more attention. And he just stood there, gazing at her with his smirk and his amused eyes. Fuck, he was practically laughing at her. She didn't need this shit. What she needed was a good fuck, not his self-aggrandizing head games.
    Fine. She could dish it out, too. See how he liked it. She flashed him a “you're gonna get it now” smile and led him over to his sofa. Unlike that first time, a few nights before, he let her undo his belt and his jeans, let her rub his hardening prick through the snug cotton of his briefs. Her sex pulsed more and more insistently as she stroked his hard length, cupped and gently squeezed the soft roundness below, the fine details of him vague under the fabric. When he was good and hard, she slid his shorts and jeans 63

    down to his knees and playfully shoved him down on the sofa. He grinned up at her, his eyes descending with her as she went down on her knees with a teasing grin.
    It wasn't like last time. No little taunting touches, light licks with a soft wet tongue.
    This time she sucked his hard prick right into her mouth, taking him deep, working her lips and tongue over him with all the hunger he'd put into her with his tormenting caresses of her sex. His scent, his taste familiar, now. His stomach and thighs flexed and twitched, and as her lips felt the tickle of his dark curls he let out a growling groan that was almost as arousing as his touch had been. Slowly she slid the grip of her lips back over the hard length of his shaft, letting her tongue wipe back and forth against the underside as she went, until just the fat smooth head of his prick remained in her mouth.
    She cupped his balls in her hand as she savored the taste and feel of him, cradling the dome in the undulating curl of her tongue, then winding it round and round the girth of him, exploring the texture of the surface—different from all other parts of the body--with the tip of her tongue. Then she plunged him again to the back of her throat, pulling on him again and again with an eager, sucking pressure, reveling in the pleasure she read in his throaty groans.
    Wiggling her hips as she sucked him, she could feel how slippery wet her needful sex was. Maybe she could have waited, but she didn't want to. She slid back, letting his prick pop from her mouth, and looking up at Galen with her cockiest grin, reached into her purse, extracted one of the condoms she'd bought that morning, ripped the wrapper open, rolled the latex sheath down the length of his hard-on, and stood.
    Fuck, she wanted to feel him inside her. Watching him watch, she hiked the sides of her skirt up, caught hold of her panties, slid them down her legs, and off. She 64

    straddled his thighs. He was breathing hard, watching her face. To guide his eyes, and to see for herself, she looked down as she lifted the front of her skirt, baring her sex. It