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gaze, she guessed a bomb could go off outside, and he'd never know it.
    He finally looked up at her face. "Are you sure?"
    "I've never been more sure about anything in my life." Eileen shrugged out of the blouse. The silky garment slid over her shoulders to pool at her feet. "Do you like what you see?"
    He closed the space between them. "Like isn't a strong enough word."
    Eileen gasped when he cupped her breasts, lifting each high to bury his face between them. He sucked and nibbled each nipple through the satin bra until the puckered peaks ached for his hot, wet mouth. Yes. Oh, my god, this is what I need!
    Her head fell back as his mouth trailed up her neck, and at the same time, one of his hands trailed down her abdomen until it cupped her pussy. Instant heat and a trickle of desire wetted her panties from his bold moves.
    "Mmm . . . sweet Eileen." Ty held her close and walked her backward until her ass hit the table. "Tell me what you want."
    She gripped his shoulders and whimpered as his hard cock nudged her belly.
    She wanted to draw him in, deep and demanding, wrap her legs around his waist, and never let him go. "I want you, Ty. Please, fuck me."
    Her panties were soaked and her entire body tingled with anticipation. Ty gripped the hem of her skirt and slid it up her thighs, skimming his fingertips over her flesh along the way. Her nerves sizzled; everywhere, her flesh burned with need.
    She wasn't a small woman, but he handled her as if she weighed no more than a plate, and he set her on the table. He wedged between her spread thighs, grinding his erection against her pussy.
    She cupped his face and kissed him hard, arching, bringing him closer. His hot tongue snaked around hers, and with each flickering play, her pussy throbbed harder.
    "Yes, Ty, yes. Please . . . ." She'd never begged a man before, but there was a first time for everything.
    "Lay back," he said. Eileen needed no further convincing. She sprawled over the table, sucking in a sharp breath as the cool surface came into contact with her heated skin. She watched him intently, captivated, as he gazed over her body.
    He smiled down at her, his eyes dark pools of desire, and then he brushed his knuckles gently over her wet panties.
    Eileen whimpered and thrust her hips up, needing him to press harder. She wanted to cry with relief when he finally slid her panties to the side and used the pad of his thumb to circle her sensitive clit.
    " Oh, fuck ."
    Slivers of electric heat swept through her core. She gyrated her hips under the pressure of his hand, the sensations evoking the slow, maddening build of a long overdue orgasm. She craved the feel of his cock buried inside her, his body weight overpowering her as they fucked on his kitchen table.
    He watched her face intently as he slipped one finger and then two inside her pussy. She clenched around him, her body quaking. "Oh, yes, Ty. Yes . . . ."
    How did he manage to command her body so easily? Hell, he'd have her bursting with an orgasm in no time at all.
    He kissed and nipped her belly as he slid her skirt up around her waist. Licking intoxicating circles on his way down, he slowly lit her fire. The hot swipe of his tongue along her parted lips made her body tense, and she cried out. Eileen gripped his shoulders as her thighs shook. He was relentless. Feathering his tongue on her throbbing clit, he then slid a finger inside her pussy again.
    It was all she could take. Eileen's hips jerked off the table as the orgasm hit her.
    Delightful waves of searing heat rendered her into mush as Ty continued lapping up every wet trickle. She gripped his head, ground her hips against his mouth as the shockwave throbbed, tingling every nerve ending. The intensity of the orgasm was stronger than any she'd experienced before.
    Ty moved up, grinning, his luscious lips glistening from her juices. He kissed her, giving her a taste of her own juices, and to her surprise, the heady flavor was like an aphrodisiac.. She writhed