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    Soft pants escaped her lips as she grasped his hand, holding it to her, moving into his touch. Then she went completely still, her whimpers turning into a quiet keening, and her skin trembled. She repeated his name over and over, in rhythm with his caress.
    Then she softened and he raised his head to watch her face as she came, her expression ethereal as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back, her hands falling to her sides.
    She was still quivering when he shifted to kneel between her legs and pushed his cock against her slick flesh. She opened for him, so small and hot, he had to grab for every piece of restraint he had to keep from ejaculating as her sex clasped him.
    “Tight. God, tight.” He clenched his jaw and pushed deeper.
    She let her legs fall open so his groin pressed against her pussy, and she moaned, shifting her hips up so he fit fully against her. And then he began to move. To his surprise, she locked her feet around his ass and moved into him, her rhythm erratic and needy. He tried to still her with his hands on her hips, striving for some kind of control as he drove into her hot, wet channel, but she wriggled, whimpering.
    “Let me—” He tried to angle her.
    “I need—” She slid her hand down his chest, her fingers playing in the curls at his groin before turning and—
    His balls drew up, his lust taking over as he felt her stroke her pussy, fingers flicking fast over the swollen nub. Never had he known a woman to do that. He stilled and rose on his arms to watch her touch herself, to feel her squeeze around him. And then, with another flood of wetness that enveloped him, she came, hips pumping, fingers playing, cunt milking him. He drew back and pounded into her heat, mindless with the need to feel every inch of her.
    And then, in hot pulses, he came too, the orgasm seeming to come from the back of his head to the tips of his toes, filling her with his seed, hearing her moan in approval.
    He stayed deep inside for a long moment, the hot wetness still so welcoming, before he dropped to his side. On impulse, he picked up her hand from where it rested on her heaving belly, and brought it to his lips.  He kissed the backs of her fingers, then one at a time, drew them into his mouth, licking her juices from her. She watched him, her eyes dark, and he waited to see regret, to feel it himself, but the feeling didn’t come.
    “Not precisely the way I imagined we’d warm up,” she murmured.
    “Really? Happened just like I dreamed.”
    She laughed and sat up, eyeing her clothes. “It’s too cold not to get dressed,” she lamented.
    “Why get dressed?”
    “Because there’s coffee and dinner.”
    “We’ll have it in bed. You stay here.”
    She opened her mouth to protest, but he covered it with a kiss. He rolled out of bed, pulled on his pants and shirt, though he didn’t bother to button either. He crossed to the stove.
    “Wash your hands,” she called from the bed.
    He looked back to see her sitting up, shoulders bare above the stacks of blankets, her hair a mess. He hadn’t even bothered to take her hair down and feel it in his hands.
    “I usually take more time,” he said as he poured the coffee into matching tin cups, then carried one to her.
    “You can take more time later.”
    His cock jumped at the invitation, in anticipation of devouring every inch of her lush body. He was aware his cock was making the decisions here, probably bad ones. But he couldn’t help himself.
    She took the coffee from him and sipped, then made a face. “A little burned.”
    “I can make more if you like.”
    She shook her head. “Maybe later.”
    Within a few minutes, he’d spooned up their dinner and brought it to bed, and climbed back underneath the blankets. He hadn’t thought his feet could get so cold being out of bed for such a short time, and he slid them toward the warmth of Maddy’s body.
    She jerked her legs away with a squeak, holding her coffee and stew up high so she