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were small and tight, the same ruby red color as her perfectly fuckable mouth.
    Drew's mouth practically watered as he lowered his head to take one into his mouth. He teased her first with soft little licks around the edge, waiting until she gave a whimper and jerked against the restraints. Only then did he close his lips over the tight peak, sucking hard, harder as he felt her legs shift restlessly against his.
    "You've got the most gorgeous tits I've ever seen," he said, taking his time, licking, sucking, pinching, focusing on every detail of her response because if he thought for a second about how good it felt to have her smooth, naked body writhing against his, her perfect tits in her mouth, he would come right there against the smooth cotton of the sheets.
    "Drew, please…." If the soft cry hadn't made his cock jump against the mattress, the way she spread her legs so he could feel her, wet and hot against his stomach would have. He shifted to the side, keeping his mouth where it was as he slid his hand down the plane of her stomach to the silky triangle of curls at the top of her mound.
    And lower, groaning around her nipple as he discovered that other than the small dark patch, she was totally bare, silky smooth, the slippery evidence of her need soaking his fingers as he stroked and parted her plump flesh. Her clit was firm, throbbing against his fingers as he stroked, making his own cock throb in concert.
    She moaned and parted her legs wider, and he lifted his head, needing to see, not wanting to miss a second of her pleasure. He loved the way his hands looked against her, big and tan against her creamy skin. And the sight of his fingers, gleaming wet with her juice as they stroked up, down, around. He dipped lower, his breath catching as he watched his fingers slowly, slowly sink inside her tight heat.
    They both shuddered as he thrust slowly in, then out. Drew's breath caught at the way her pussy tensed around him, so tight, so slick, he knew he wouldn't last more than a couple of strokes once he got inside her.
    Which meant he had to give her as much pleasure as possible before he took his own, because once he got even an inch inside of Wendy's tight, perfect pussy, it would be game over.
    He slid lower, trailing kisses down her stomach before he came to rest between her legs. He pressed a hard kiss to the soft hollow of her pelvis and pushed farther down the bed. He stroked his hand down the inside of one thigh, loving the way the muscles jumped and shuddered under the ridiculously soft skin.
    He hooked his hands behind her knees and urged them up and out, parting her legs farther, opening her up to his gaze.
    She was as beautiful here as everywhere else, the cream-colored skin of her thighs giving way to plump pussy lips flushed a soft pink. And beyond that, deep, ruby red folds gleamed in the dim light, beckoning him, tempting him beyond all reason.
    Red Rose.
    The thought sprang out of nowhere, but it was true, he realized as he looked at her, naked and aroused and spread out for him like a feast. Her lush, kiss-swollen lips. The tight nipples pulled into hard peaks. And the slick folds of her pussy. Every hot, sweet spot on Wendy's body was the gorgeous deep color of a red rose.
    Drew gave himself a mental shake, wondering where the hell the uncharacteristically poetic thought came from. He was not a hearts and flowers guy, mooning over a chick and composing sonnets to the curve of her cheekbones.
    But he had the feeling that after tonight, he was never going to look at red roses the same way.
    He bent his head and opened his mouth against the skin of her inner thigh, closing his eyes so he could absorb every detail of the texture, the taste, the way her body tensed against him in anticipation as his mouth moved higher, higher, until his tongue was licking inside the crease where her inner thigh met her torso.
    She shifted, twisting her hips so his mouth brushed her pussy instead. The scent of her arousal