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arms, Jillian offering him her body and her darkest secrets in complete trust.
    “Let’s see how much you want me.”
    He dropped his fingers between her legs. Her wetness covered his hand. Her legs fell wider and her soft, moist folds soothed his palm’s heat and ache.
    His damn dick couldn’t get any harder. His balls were tight against his body and aching like the devil. Fuck it all, he was ready. He’d waited so damn long…years…
    “Eric, please let me suck your cock,” she panted.
    He stopped breathing.
    She grasped his hand. One by one she took each finger into her mouth, sucking and licking. Her mouth felt like a cold beer on a hot summer day. She appeared to be making a case for her skill.
    She held his palm to her breast. Through the thin cotton, he could feel her nipple’s hard extension. He brushed it with his thumb. Her soft moan, mewed across his slick finger, was almost the final straw.
    … almost , but not quite.
    He pulled his finger from her lips and cupped her face. Tenderly, he kissed the softness of her parted lips. Her tongue swirled around his, stoking his lust.
    Peaches… Ha! She tasted better than summer fruit. He wanted to flood every sense she had—taste, smell, touch, sound, and sight—until she gasped and moaned with needs only his cock could satisfy.
    He worked her mouth more urgently, more deeply. He probed with his kisses, grazing her lips with his teeth. He tilted her head until her jaw opened wide and still he ground down in intimate challenge.
    The harder he kissed, the closer she strained.
    His cock throbbed and twitched in his jeans, but he wasn’t ready to take her up on her offer. Not yet . First, he’d make her drunk with urgency. He wanted her to beg, not ask sweetly, for his cock. He didn’t stop kissing her until she went limp in his arms.
    He ran a knuckle down her cheek.
    “You’ve been a very good girl,” he said, breathless, “but I set the pace, remember?”
    She blushed and nodded. Playing master felt natural, right. He bent and kissed her forehead, pleased by the way her eyes stayed closed and her face relaxed with trust.
    He could have her, take her, in any way he wanted. “Take off your dress.”
    She held his gaze as she rose to her knees. She had to wiggle a little to get her dress up. Her breasts swayed freely, seductively as she pulled the dress off over her head.
    Jillian. Naked .
    He swallowed .
    They’d skinny-dipped as teens, but the dark night had concealed everything he craved, and he had been, then, too shy to ask. He was not shy anymore.
    He drank his fill of her body…from mussed hair to the pink panties still binding her thighs. Her tits were small but in perfect form. Her taut nipples tilted slightly upward. Hers were nipples formed to be touched, suckled. He wanted her to arch so he could see them even better.
    He sat up on his shins, matching her kneel. He took both of her arms and pinned them at the small of her back. He tugged downward on her wrists, forcing her breasts out and up while his pulse drummed, slow but building, at his throat’s base.
    Yes. His Jillie. His. Now. Forever.
    He wet the skin at her neck’s lower curve with a soft, lingering kiss while kneading her breast. He took one nipple into his mouth, swirling it like candy. Her moans betrayed her growing frustration…a sound he could enjoy all night.
    He sucked, nipped, and teased, knowing she couldn’t, and wouldn’t, do a thing to stop him.
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    She groaned and shivered, suspended in the bliss his touch created. While a part of her longed for another sweet release, an even bigger part of her simply wanted his cock in her mouth.
    Since when did I get so slutty?
    His teeth grazed her nipple. Her pussy clenched. She threw her head back and cried out, fierce and guttural.
    He spread his lips, smiling against her skin. He ran his tongue one last time over the tip of her throbbing nipple before releasing her from his delightful torture. He nudged her panties down to