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She felt her inner muscles quake as the message zipped from her eyes to her brain and down to her weepy pussy.
    â€œI’m going to have to be very ready.”
    He chuckled. “I’ll make sure of it.”
    She just bet he would.
    â€œNow I want to see you. Strip out of those shorts, Frankie, and show me your wet, tight, lickable pussy.”
    Her hands stalled on her zipper. She swallowed. “Oh.”
    â€œNever been kissed?” His eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store. She wanted to be everything he hoped for.
    â€œNot very well.” Fact was, she’d been shy and awkward and the whole thing had seemed forced anyway. As if Blaine was doing what he thought he should instead of what he wanted. Which had been to shove himself inside, root around for a moment then pull out to shoot all over her belly. He liked to see the mess. That is, if he got the condom off in time.
    She always thought he’d seen too much porn and got off more on the cum shots than the act itself. She was already more turned on with just a few touches and kisses from Daniel than she’d ever been with Blaine.
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    Daniel’s warm palms on each knee brought her back to bed, to the here and now and what they were doing.
    â€œWe’ll see if I can do better.” His voice stroked like rough suede down her spine. She melted under the intensity in his gaze.
    â€œDo you like…doing that ?”
    â€œSay it.” Desire filled his voice, his eyes, warmed through his palms and burned the flesh of her knees. “Say what it is that you think I like doing. Say it.”
    She thrilled at the soft command. “Do you like licking pussy?”
    â€œStrange question, but yes, I like it. Love it. You’ll come, I promise. If I’m really good, you’ll come more than once and then I’ll get to slide all the way home and we’ll both go off like rockets again.”
    She couldn’t form thoughts let alone words, so she unzipped as quickly as she could and let him help her out of her shorts and panties.
    Then he spread her legs to indecent and settled at the foot of the bed.
    From this angle all she could see was his incredible focus. She wanted to watch his face as he studied her, but shyness washed through her so she stared at the ceiling instead.
    Stars twinkled where there shouldn’t be any, and then she realized he’d stuck the Big Dipper over the bed. Glow in the dark stars reflected their stored light. She smiled at the whimsy and liked Daniel even more. “You’re making me see stars,” she said.
    â€œJeeze, and I haven’t started yet.” His humor eased its way through her shyness, and she felt her body bloom open.
    â€œI like you, Daniel.”
    â€œI like you, Frankie.”
    The bedside clock ticked into the silence. “Are you going to start now?” she whispered.
    â€œI’m trying to catch my breath. You’re so beautiful, Frankie, I’m not sure I can do you justice.”
    â€œNow you’re teasing me.” She raised up to her elbows and looked between the vee of her knees. Daniel grinned back at her.
    â€œNo, this is teasing,” he said. He dropped his face to where she waited.
    Daniel felt pretty good about how he’d kept the awe out of his voice. He often depended on humor to hide his real feelings. Fear of the microphone, fear of losing his train of thought and fear of losing his audience were all kept at bay with jokes and light talk.
    But this woman scared the hell out of him, and there weren’t enough jokes or humor in the world to help him fake it.
    He could see she was nervous, maybe shy. But she’d made it clear what she wanted, and she wanted a night of good sex. He already wanted more, but for now it was enough to give the lady what she wanted. Tomorrow could take care of itself.
    She lay spread before him like a banquet, all pink rosiness, plump and oh-so-juicy. He lifted each of her legs and