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was his.
Couldn’t believe she wanted him so much. Couldn’t believe she’d shaped her life
around him as much as he had around her.
    But that kind
of emotion pushed him toward other feelings, the ones he wasn’t strong enough
to process yet. So he made himself focus on other things.
    At the moment, he had several other things to focus on.  Namely, Lori’s
hand on his hardening erection, her other hand stroking his scalp, her breasts
brushing lusciously against his chest, and her lips tugging at his earlobe.
    So the burst of shuddering feeling was all but swallowed up by the
urgent need deepening in his body.
    He couldn’t count the times he’d made love to Lori in the three years
he’d known her, but he still couldn’t get enough.
    Couldn’t get close to enough.
    He pushed up her skirt with one hand and fisted his other in the
armrest as she massaged him skillfully.
    Pulling back slightly, she gazed at his face with heavy-lidded eyes. 
“Did you hear me?”
    “Yeah,” he answered, trying not to push his pelvis up into her hand
when she stopped massaging him.  “I guess the only explanation for my other
thing of wonder is that you’re irresistible and that I’m exceptionally horny
today.”
    She laughed, her hair spilling down around her face and shoulders.  “You
must be pretty far gone, if you’re reduced to using such an objectionable word.”
    She started to massage him again with a skillful hand. She knew what
she was doing, knew how to please him the most.
    Ander felt—couldn’t help but feel—an uncivilized rush of satisfaction
at the knowledge that he was the only man she’d ever been with.
    That he was the only one allowed to touch her.
    “Very far gone.” He leaned over and pressed a kiss just to the right of
her mouth.
    “Good.”  She slid her fingertips delicately across the tight skin of
his scalp.  Ander shivered in response, the compulsion of his cock growing
stronger—even from such an elusive touch. “I like you far gone.”
    He moved his hand from her ass to tangle into her silky hair, curving
his fingers around the base of her skull.  Leaning forward again, he kissed her
full on the mouth, letting his tongue caress the line where her lips met.
    His body pressed up toward Lori's as she clung to him with her lips,
her arms, her legs.  She was straddling him fully now, her skirt hiked up
around her hips, and her mouth opened easily to the intrusion of his tongue.  She
moaned deep in her throat, rubbing her groin against his.
    Both the textured sound and the feel of her grinding sent of jolt of
desire through him, so intensely that his hips jerked up.
    The motion must have jarred her because her mouth broke away.  She
turned her head to the side, breathing unevenly and digging her fingers into
his shoulders.
    His hands were moving of their own accord, sliding under the edge of
her little cashmere sweater and then pulling it off over her heard.
    She raised her arms to let him remove the sweater and then arched back,
pressing her chest toward him in an instinctive gesture.
    He swallowed over a gravelly hum, merely at the sight of her.  Then his
hands moved up automatically.  Cupped and squeezed the soft weight of her breasts. 
Thumbed the erect nipples.
    Lori’s head dropped backwards, and she pressed into his touch, still
clinging to his shoulders for support.
    Ander couldn’t stop himself.  He bucked up again—nothing forceful or
awkward, just a tight little thrust that demanded indulgence.
    This time Lori groaned in response, the noise low, long, and lingering. 
The sight and sound of her was intensely erotic, and the fact that this was
real, that this was intimate, made it all the more compelling.
    Ander couldn’t wait anymore. He slipped his hand into her panties to
see if she was ready.
    She was soft and hot and very wet.
    When he pulled his hand back, she pushed down his trousers, and he
lifted his hips to get them out of their way.
    He was still rearranging