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coming around her body to help her settle to the ground. As she lay there, staring upward, he bent and kissed her breasts, taking time to lick and nibble at them before moving downward to kiss her mound.
    Carly’s breaths came in shallow, ragged puffs. She combed her fingers through his hair and scraped his scalp, giving encouragement.
    Quickly, he rose and stripped off his jeans and underwear.
    Apparently not feeling a bit of the concern she’d had when she’d stood nude. And why would he? The man was built like a god. No excess flesh. Narrow waist. Muscled thighs. A thick, straight cock. She wanted to reach out and touch him, but he’d been adamant about her not doing that.
    He wrapped his fingers around his shaft and gave one stroke, then ringed himself at the base of his cock and held it, closing his eyes. “Don’t look at me like that,” he growled.
    “Like what?” But she knew she looked hungry. If he glanced at her now, he’d see her licking her lips. At that moment, she wanted more than anything to have the courage to lick him up and down, to learn his flavors, his textures. And she wanted to start with the part of him that was most male. Most interesting.
    His eyes opened, and he released himself. He went to his knees then climbed between her legs, nudging her with his knees until she was spread wide. “My jeans,” he said, tilting his chin toward them lying beside her. “There’s a condom in my wallet.”
    “For a rainy day?” she quipped breathlessly.
    An eyebrow arched. “For a sunny one.”
    Her hands were shaking a little, but she managed to slide the condom from an interior pocket of his wallet, and then held it out for him to take.
    One corner of his mouth quirked upward, and he shook his head.
    She bit her lower lip. She’d never slid one on a cock. Had only had one cock—in college. The experience hadn’t left her wanting more. So here she was, hoping she wouldn’t look stupid as she searched the edge of the plastic square for the little notch, then carefully tore open the packet. The condom fell on her chest.
    When she picked it up and pulled at the center to stretch it, she raised her glance.
    His gaze was steady and warm. “You haven’t cloaked a man’s cock before, have you?”
    She frowned. “It’s that obvious?”
    “You looked…worried. And you were concentrating too hard.”
    Frowning, she fit the circle to the end of his cock, plucking at the center to make sure she’d left room for his ejaculate to fill it—just as she’d learned from a You Tube video using a banana. Then she slowly rolled it down his shaft. When she’d gotten the edge near the base of his sex, she arched a brow. “That okay?”
    “Perfect,” he whispered through gritted teeth.
    Still holding him, she gave into her curiosity, encircling him with her fingers. They didn’t meet. Carly swallowed, and her breathing grew more rapid. “We’ll fit, right?”
    His mouth curved slightly. “We’ll fit. Have you been with anyone else?”
    She jutted out her chin. “Of course.”
    “Really?”
    She glared upward. “A couple of times, with this guy in my government class in college.”
    “And that’s it?”
    She shrugged. “I haven’t been that interested.”
    “Why change your mind today?”
    She couldn’t meet his gaze, and instead trailed a finger down his length. “You did.”
    Jeremiah sighed and lowered his torso to rest on one elbow while he slipped a hand between her legs. His fingers thrummed against her pussy, and then a single digit slipped inside.
    At the intrusion, she stiffened and forced herself to breathe deeply.
    He slid another inside, all the while watching her face.
    Her lip trembled, and she bit it. Feeling his fingers swirl inside, she groaned and lifted her knees, needing to rock up and down as he began to stroke in and out.
    Carly forgot to school her features, giving herself over to the sensations his fingers produced. A cool breeze wafted between their bodies, and her