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hurt?” he asked, breathing into her palm.
    “No,” she said.
    He began to worship his way down her arm. Kiss, nip, move. Kiss, nip, move. He repeated the pattern all the way to her armpit. His lips lightly touched the skin between the sweet ministrations.
    Jacob nibbled her knuckles. He turned her palm over and gently explored the center with his soft lips. His tongue made a playful circular motion. He lavished more attention there before his lips blazed a trail of sweet love to the crook of her elbow. He stopped there and pulled the soft skin into his mouth, his tongue flicking across the sensitive skin.
    Milo gently sucked the tender area between her armpit and the top of her breast. “Fuck, you taste so good.” His hand cupped the underside of her breast. He moaned. “You’re so soft.” He lavished kisses and tiny little nips all the way to her nipple. He latched onto its budding peak and sucked.
    Jacob’s mouth touched her skin with the lightness of a feather on its way to her shoulder. His lips teased and his tongue licked her warm flesh as they traveled over her shoulder and up her neck. He found her lips. He gently pressed his to hers. A sweet caress designed to gain her trust. She moaned and opened her mouth. He ran his tongue across her lips, teasing her. Her tongue reached out to his invitation. He touched its tip and waited for her response. She moaned and thrust her tongue into his mouth. He released her hand and cradled the back of her head. His other hand framed her cheek. He deepened the kiss, showing her how much he wanted her. She wrapped her fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him to her.
    Milo released her hand. She began to squeeze the hard muscles of his shoulder. He cupped the other soft mound. He pinched her nipple between his thumb and index finger. He continued to suck on the other breast. She slid her palm down his back, her fingers pressing into his sinewy flesh. Her nails raked his skin. The slight pain of it excited him. He moaned and sucked harder. Her hips began to rock in a sensuous motion, inviting him to move on. He began a sensual exploration of the rest of her body. His fingers kneaded and stroked their way to her stomach. He pressed roughly, wanting to feel her soft skin. He squeezed her waist and the small pudge of flesh around her belly button. His mouth left her breast, and she whimpered loudly in protest.
    Jacob released her lips. “Now they’re mine,” he whispered. “I want to taste them and suck them and make you so hot you scream. We want you to scream, Carolyn. We want you to come. Come for us, Carolyn. Show us how much you want us, so we can show you how much we want you. We want you hot. We want you to be utterly ours.” Her moan said she’d been listening. She shivered and gooseflesh covered her body. His words had affected her. His thumb gently stroked her cheek. His fingertips used a circular motion as they made their way toward her breasts. He watched her eyes close as his hand encircled her sensitive breast. His thumb made circles around the bud of her nipple. She bit her lip and sucked in a breath.
    “That feels so good. Both of you, it feels so good.” She moaned and began to let go.
    Jacob kissed his way to her breast. He held one and sucked the other.
    Milo moved to stand between her legs. He caressed the outside of her thighs from her hips to her knees. He touched her knees. “Open them for me, Carolyn.” He moved his palms over her kneecaps to the inside of her thighs. Her legs moved open with his gentle touch. His palm stroked the soft flesh, moving toward her center. “You’re so beautiful, Carolyn.” She was spread open before him. She had just enough pubic hair to make it interesting, its coarse texture the opposite of her smooth skin. Each of his palms encased each of her inner thighs near the joint at the hip. His thumbs caressed the lips of her womanhood, pulling it open to reveal its soft pink folds. He lowered his head. “I