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down and kissed her tenderly on the forehead, wanting to soothe and comfort her now that he’d gone after her with all the finesse of a sixteen-year-old on prom night. “I would have gone a little easier on you.”
    “Somehow I didn’t think this was the right place to talk about Brian and our disastrous sex life.” Her hands ran up and down his spine, and it took all his willpower to resist the urge to thrust even deeper.
    “Please, don’t stop,” she said again. “I want this. I’ve wanted you for a long time. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone like I want you.”
    Another little thrust of her hips, and Chris firmly grasped them in her hands to prevent any more movement. “Julie, stop moving. I don’t want to hurt you.” She squeezed her inner muscles, clenching and releasing his cock in an unbearable caress. A crafty little smile crossed her lips, and she clenched again. He threw his head back, eyes squeezed tight. There was really only so much a man could take.
    He reached his hand between their bodies, his thumb finding the plump bud of her clit. “Don’t move,” he said again, circling her in tight, firm strokes. Within seconds she was melting around him, hips rising in tiny, unconscious pulses as she grew slicker with every flick of his thumb.
    The tight, tingling sensation started at the base of his spine, working its way to his balls. He wasn’t going to last. She was so close, her breath coming in harsh pants, her nipples drawn into tight, cherry red peaks, her orgasm just over the horizon. But he couldn’t stay inside her one second longer without coming, and he’d cut off his left nut before he let himself come before she did. Time for more drastic measures.

    “No,” Julie protested when Chris gently but firmly unwrapped her legs from around his waist and withdrew. Frustrated, tears sprang into her eyes. “You can’t stop now.” Not when she was so close to what she knew would be the most intense orgasm of her life. Not to mention the only orgasm she’d ever had at the hands—so to speak—of someone else.
    He cut her off with another of his spine melting kisses. “I’m not stopping, Jules.” He slid down a bit, so PrivateParty
    that his head was level with hers and his stomach pressed between her legs. His hand came up to cradle her jaw. She forgot what she was saying as his tongue leisurely explored her mouth. “I’m going to make everything a hell of a lot better.”
    Her arousal returned in full force. His eyes narrowed, the blue barely visible between the thick black lashes. He wore such a look of determination. Determined to give her pleasure.
    His fingers and tongue lavished attention on her nipples, until she thought she’d go crazy if he didn’t stop and kill him if he did. His hand trailed down to ease the moist flesh between her legs, caressing, soothing, and incredibly arousing all at the same time. She sat up in shock when his mouth followed.
    Not for the first time, she wondered at her impulsive decision to have sex with Chris. Not that she wasn’t enjoying herself—she was, more than with any other man in her entire life. But it was all so much more intense, so much more overwhelming than she ever could have imagined.
    Like now, she thought as she looked down, shocked at the sight of the dark waves of his hair contrasting with the pale skin of her thighs. She’d always been too embarrassed to let a man do this to her, but her self-consciousness fled at the first firm flick of his tongue across her already over-sensitized flesh. She moaned in delight as the sweet, hot pressure of his lips sent pulses of delight singing through every nerve ending. “I’m sorry I hurt you.” The deep rumble of his voice tickled against her. “But now I’m gonna kiss it all better.”
    His tongue was magic, swirling and dipping into her aching core. Her fists clenched at the comforter, her head tossed back and forth. Never in her wildest fantasies could she have imagined