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intention of trying
to make a baby with you. I’d like to die knowing that a remarkable woman was
possibly carrying my baby. I’d also like to do everything I can think of one
last time, with the hottest girl I’ve ever met. There, is that better?”
    Lena opened her mouth to say something snappy, but only a
pleading little whimper came out. Nye looked smug and pulled her down for a
kiss, claiming her mouth in no uncertain terms. He let her go after a minute,
only to stand her up between his knees and pull her clothes off in a few quick,
efficient moves.
    Accustomed to fast, often furtive encounters, Lena was
self-conscious about standing nude in a well-lit room, being scrutinized from
head to toe by an eager hunk with a piercing gaze. Apprehension quickly turned
to anticipation, however, as Lucas made it clear with his words and his hands
how much he liked everything he saw.
    “Turn around,” he told her, guiding her hips until she faced
away from him. “Oh yeah. Your ass looks so good, even in those army pants. But
naked? It’s goddamned intoxicating; there should be some sort of regulation.”
He squeezed both sides appreciatively, pressing kisses across the fleshy mounds
and licking along the seam between cheek and thigh. Lena gasped as his fingers
parted her, slipping along her pussy in a grazing tease.
    “Already wet. I like that,” Nye murmured, coaxing her back
around to face him and giving her a sexy smile when she met his eyes. “Put your
foot up here so I can see all of you.” He patted the cushion next to his thigh,
and Lena obediently propped her foot up, though she blushed all over again at
the lewd exposure.
    Lucas made it worth her while. He started with fingertips,
tracing long, faint lines from inside her knees up to the tops of her inner
thighs. When he stopped just short of her sex, Lena groaned. Nye chuckled in an
evil, self-satisfied way, tickling his way around the most interesting spots.
    “You want my mouth, don’t you?”
    Lena grabbed his hair with one hand, trying not to let him
take control of the situation again. She knew it was too late already though.
It had been too late when he’d kissed her that first time, and a hidden part of
her soul craved the guidance. There were recent rumors of a colony where the
women were kept as sex slaves to the men, and despite her stated revulsion at
the idea, Lena had succumbed to more than one erotic dream about such an
arrangement. It was a blessed relief, being told what to do, not bearing the
responsibility. At least for a little while.
    “You know I’m going to make you ask for it, Lena,” Nye told
her. He pressed his thumbs in the hollows at the tops of her thighs, pulling
there to stimulate her pussy without touching it. “I might even make you beg.”
    She shivered as his breath whispered over her skin, adding
to her torture. “Please, Lucas.”
    “I’m not convinced you really want this.”
    “Why do I have to say it when you already know what I want?
You’re just being mean.”
    His grin was as wicked as it was delightful. “I love hearing
you say it though. Knowing you don’t want to is the best part. Getting you to
the point where you’ll ask me anyway, because you want it…that…much.” He
punctuated his speech with featherlight brushes of his lips over the crisp
curls in front of him, and Lena whimpered with growing need.
    She knew he was right, that she would give in, and she
couldn’t think why it was such a turn-on. She didn’t want to think, anyway,
just feel.
    Time to give in.
    “I want your mouth on me,” she breathed. He pressed a
useless kiss on the inside of her thigh, and her fingers tightened in his thick
hair. “On my clit,” she amended, and gasped as he finally obliged.
    Lena would have liked a bit more self-control, but Nye
seemed to have pulled it right out of her with one greedy pass of his tongue.
    “You taste fucking amazing,” he mumbled.
    Lena replied, “Oh my god, use your hand