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    “I am.” He squeezed her boob to illustrate. But his other hand, the one she was hoping would move higher, was still stuck in the same place, inches away from her throbbing center.
    “No, you know what I mean.”
    “Tell me.” He brushed his lips over hers, the soft caress stealing her breath. “Tell me what you want.” He kissed one eyelid, then the other. It was a sweet gesture, unexpected.
    “Between my legs.”
    “What’s between your legs?”
    He was going to make her say the words, manipulative bastard.
    “Touch my pussy. Please.”
    “Is it wet?” He scattered little kisses over her upper chest.
    “Yes. Very.”
    “Hot?”
    “Burning.”
    A fingertip grazed the thin fabric covering her labia. The touch nearly sent her over the edge. Her back coiled into knots. Her lungs deflated. It was one small touch. That was all. But it was more devastating than any she’d ever experienced. “Mmm-mmm.” He lifted his finger to his mouth. “Open your eyes.” When she opened them, he flicked his tongue over the tip of his finger, and she sucked in a gasp. She could swear she felt his tongue dancing over her clit. “Sweeter than honey.”
    She pressed her thighs together and rocked her hips back and forth, trying desperately to rub away the ache in her pussy. It was getting worse by the second. She wanted something big and hard inside her, needed it. Badly.
    He kissed her, and she tasted herself on his lips, his tongue. She slid her tongue into his mouth, pulling in his flavor. She hooked her fingers, digging her nails into the rock-hard muscles of his shoulders, and opened her thighs wider. “Touch me again,” she said into his mouth. “Please.”
    His finger slipped under the satin crotch of her panties, and in the next heartbeat, the sound of the fabric tearing echoed through the room. Her thighs stretched wider. She lifted her hips off the couch again.
    Would he fucking touch her? Again? Harder this time? Please?
    “Are you suffering yet, Amanda?” he asked as he slowly kissed his way down her body.
    Oh, yes, he was going to eat her pussy.
    She curled her fingers into his hair, filling each fist, and pushed him lower. “Hell yes.”
    “I’m going to make you suffer more.”
    “Please, no.”
    “Oh, yes.” Now kneeling at her feet, he pressed her knees apart, splaying her thighs as wide as they would go. He blew a stream of air over her swollen tissues, chilling them. The unexpected sensation sent a shiver quaking up her spine. She tried to pull his face into her, but he clamped his hands around her wrists, jerking them out to the sides. “Who is in control, Amanda? You? Or me?”
    She knew what he expected, and she was more than happy to answer as he wanted, knowing she would be rewarded. “You are.”
    “Put your hands up over your head and don’t move them.”
    “Okay.” She rested her clenched hands on the top of the couch cushion and braced herself for bliss.
    Bliss came in the form of a light flicker over her clit.
    She shook from head to toe. “Ohmygod, yes.”
    “You’ve been waiting for that, haven’t you?”
    “Yes.”
    He did it again, and once more, she trembled all over. Her inner walls clamped tight, and a gush of cream coated her labia, preparing them for the penetration she hoped would come soon.
    She had never been so wet, so ready for sex.
    The third time, he added a single fingertip, slipping into her tight canal as his tongue danced over her clit, and she almost came. Something inside her snapped. She didn’t give a damn about anything now but what was going on between her legs. She sucked in a deep breath, stretched her thighs even wider apart, and said, “Please, fuck me.”
    “Mmmm,” he said over her clit. The vibration buzzed through her entire body, from the soles of her feet to the roots of her hair. “Mmmmm ...”
    “I’m going to die.” She tried to thrust her hips up again, but he held her down, applying pressure to the tops of her