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his buttocks, and counted to ten. He kissed the top
of my head, his hands exploring, casting warming circles on my arse. We stood
this way for what seemed a long time, me rolling those words around in my head
to test them; see how they sounded years after I’d last spoken them.
    “Fuck my cunt,” I whispered, tasting the delicious filth of
those words on my tongue. “Suck my nipples,” said with a little more courage
and a little less embarrassment.
    “Just a bit louder, love. I didn’t quite catch what you said.”
    I knew he had, knew he was doing what he always did.
Encouraging me. Letting me know I could do anything I wanted if I put my mind
to it. I lifted my head, a surge of desire swelling my folds, and swallowed the
last of my nervousness.
    “Do it, Jacob,” I said, staring straight at him, a challenge to
myself to see this through. “Fuck my cunt and suck my nipples. Hard.”

CHAPTER TWO
     
    In what seemed less than half a second, Jacob had spun me
around and pressed my back to the window. His big hands were firm and
determined and radiated brute strength, the action just rough enough to send
yet another wave of giddy excitement through me—that damn book again.
    The thick, tempered glass was cold, a shock of ice that brought
more goosebumps. My heart was beating so hard and so fast that the sound of my
pulse drowned everything out except the rasping of our breath. It was the
accompaniment to the dull thuds, a sexy scratch of noise that scuffed the air,
our own form of music.
    “Fuck, it’s good to hear you’re back,” he said, bending his
head to lick up and down the column of my neck. “I’ve missed you.”
    God, I’d really let things go, hadn’t I? There was no time to
ponder that now, because his wet tongue was working wonders on my libido,
preventing anything other than what he was doing from filling my mind. His
breath heated my skin, raising the hairs on the back of my neck, and a small
shiver went through me. It spread inside and out, encompassing me as though it
were a live being coming out of hibernation. It left me giddy and hyper-alert,
sensitive to everything related to heat—the mugginess of our close
proximity, the slowly warming glass at my back and arse, the hotness where our
bellies and chests touched.
    I clutched his arse, massaging with slow kneads, pulling him
towards me a little more so his erection pressed against my lower belly. He was
so much taller than me, and the need to have that hard length between my folds
prompted me to place my arms around his neck and stand on tiptoe.
    “I need to feel your cock on my cunt,” I said into his ear,
more forcefully than I’d intended. I was still trying on my old self, seeing if
it fit me these days, and for a pleased moment I realised it did.
    Very well.
    Bolder, I went on. “Need it rubbing up and down my slit. Wet
from my juices. You like that, right? Yeah, you like it, don’t you, Jacob?” I
smiled a small smile as he stiffened further, and it gave me courage. “Fuck,
yes, you like your cock covered in my wetness. Like me licking it clean.” I
raised one leg, bent at the knee, indicating I wanted him to pull me, hold me
over his rigid length. “Come on, Jacob. Lift me up so I can press my sopping
pussy against you.”
    His sharp intake of air made my smile grow wider, and a stutter
of breath huffed out of his mouth and onto my neck. I had him right there,
right where I wanted him, and it hadn’t taken much effort at all.
    Back into the swing of things, growing more daring by the
second, and adoring the fact that he was loving my words so much, I said, “I
want to get off just by sliding up and down. Just from your fat, wide cock head
brushing my clit.” The thought of it snatched the air from my lungs for a
moment, but I recovered quickly enough to say, “And you remember when we did
that before, don’t you? Yes, you remember. You came too, my pressure dragging
down your foreskin...”
    “Jesus, Karen. You’re