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hooked his arms around her upper thighs and hauled her up, then teased her seam with the head of his cock. “God, you are beautiful. Musky and pink and creamy.” With each word he probed the entrance to her cunny. “So swollen and hot for me.”
    She sank her nails into his ribs and said with bared teeth. “And if you do not come inside me soon, I swear I will leave!”
    He drove his cock deep, deep, deep within her core, and she could do nothing but open her mouth and stare at him.
    “Don’t leave me, Puss,” he said with glittering gaze locked upon her own. “Please don’t.”
    His plea undid her, pleased her, thrilled her. She lifted her hips, nudging him to action in any way she could. “Come closer. Have all of me. And for Christsakes, hurry before I die, will you?”
    He slid out of her and slid right back in. “How is that?”
    Wordless, she opened her mouth and snapped it shut.
    “And this?” he stroked her again.
    She gulped. “Superb.”
    “Might you leave now?” he asked as he drove himself inside her.
    “Never!”
    “I am gratified.” He gave her wave after wave of thrilling, plunging fulfillment.
    “So am I!” She clutched him closer, and felt her body yearn for something bigger, bolder, brighter. “More!”
    He gripped her hips in the vise of his hands and pounded into her with stunning rhythm, pushing her across the mattress, raising a fury in her body that she could not contain. She could feel him in her pussy, and her blood, to the ends of her fingertips, the ends of her hair, the last of her breath and then she felt him bend closer, fuck her harder.
    She cried out, the pulsing of her blood a roar in her ears. The slapping of his thighs on hers the only sound that spilled into her mind and sent her over the edge of a throbbing universe and into a void.
    He curled her against the full length of his body, his breath ragged and rasping. She burrowed into him, his chest moist with his exertions, the fragrance of his body a satisfying essence that personified the rapture he had given her. What need for roses when you had a man you adored?
    He pulled away and looked down at her. “You are smiling. This is a good sign. Will you share your thoughts on how well we did?”
    Grinning at such an invitation, she languished against the pillows like a well-fed cat, then rose up to plant a kiss on his smiling mouth. “You are an excellent lover.”
    He grabbed her close to roll her above him. “It is a pastime defined by two people who join together well. Dare I say then, we are excellent together?”
    “You may dare to say it.” She put her head down upon his broad chest and stroked him chest to hip. “Thank you.”
    “It was my pleasure and yours, Kitty.”
    She pressed a kiss to his sternum. “You are most kind and very understanding.”
    Sighing, he ran his fingers through her hair for some minutes. “He must not come between us again.”
    What to say to that when nine years of marriage had taught her so many ways to dislike her husband and his proclivities in their bedroom? “We have begun well.”
    “Come then.” Justin rolled her to the bed and got to his feet. “I have more to tickle your senses.”
    His secretive tone tantalized her. “What?”
    He tugged her to him. Kissed her breathless. “I will not tell you. You must come with me!”
    “Where?”
    “To the table.”
    “I never noticed there was one,” she confessed and reached for her wrapper from the floor.
    “No clothes,” he admonished. “Just you.”
    “It is rather outrageous,” she countered.
    “I told you you would need none.” His gaze grew dark with desire as he lifted one of her breasts in his palm and pinched a nipple. “I want to see you like this. Your breasts full, your nipples hard and pointed toward me. Your mouth wide with surprise and swollen with my kisses. Your pussy,” he sank his hand to her seam to ease two fingers inside her, “so ready to have me again.”
    At his touch, she felt a gush