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her eyes as he split her pussy with his tongue.
Her mouth opened on a gasp and her lids closed. He licked her again, eliciting
another soft cry.
    It would never be enough with her standing. He wanted to
hear her come. He longed to taste her juices. She was his manna and he had to
have all of her.
    Standing up, he lifted her and placed her on the bed. If she
was surprised, he couldn’t tell. Her gaze was filled with desire and something
he had no name for. Whatever it was, he wanted more of it. She made him forget
about everything else.
    He pressed her knees up and took a good look at her
glistening folds. One of her shoes had fallen off when he’d lifted her to the
bed. He took the other off and tossed it to the floor before kissing his way up
her stocking-clad leg. At the top of the thigh-high he lightly licked her inner
thigh and then kissed his way higher. Giada moaned and raked her fingers
through his hair again.
    His cock ached with the desire to be buried deep inside her
wet pussy. He knew he probably should have spent more time with her, taken her
out on a few more dates. He also knew this would likely be the only time she
would let him anywhere near her bedroom. His desire to make her come over and
over again overshadowed any sensible thoughts he might have had.
    Lowering his head, he licked her clit and breathed in the
warm scent that was uniquely Giada. “You taste so good.”
    He licked again, and she gasped.
    “That feels wonderful.”
    He traced a path along her outer lips, dipping down toward her
anus and up again to her clit. Her cries echoed in the small condo. He loved
her responsiveness but longed for her to come. He closed his mouth over her
clit and sucked the sensitive bud until she bucked and arched off the bed. He
slid one thumb into her wet slit and felt her tight sheath pulse around the
digit while she cried out unintelligible words.
    “You are incredible.” He crawled up the bed until he was
lying beside her. He rested one leg over both of hers and skimmed his hand
across her stomach.
    Her skin quivered at his touch. “I haven’t done anything.
You did all the work.”
    He kissed her cheek and she turned her head so that his
mouth was on hers. She would taste herself on his lips. The idea had his shaft
straining painfully against his trousers. Her tongue danced with his, feeding
his desire.
    She pulled back and kissed his chin, jaw and then down his
neck. Her deft hands slipped each button from its hole one at a time until his
shirt gaped and her lips made a path to his nipples. She gave a sigh and he
wondered it if was contentment or desire. Either way, he wanted to hear it
again.
    She sucked hard on the small pebble and his rod jumped
against her hip. His belt, button and zipper were quickly undone. Her hand
slipped inside his shorts and wrapped around his shaft.
    “Giada.” It was the only word he could manage under the
circumstances. Her digits enfolded him, tugging the taut skin. His body
vibrated with need. Every other thought drifted from his mind. In that moment,
there was only Giada and the raw desire she generated.
    She kissed his collarbone and the corded muscles of his neck
before nipping his earlobe. “I want you inside me, Isaac.”
    An instant later he jumped from the bed, divesting himself
of his clothes. She didn’t take her eyes off him. If she minded the lamplight,
she didn’t say. Making love in the dark had always been a turn-off for him. He
wanted to see every nuance of the woman he was with.
    He put one knee on the mattress.
    She smiled. “There are condoms in the nightstand.”
    He was sure his surprise showed on his face, but she just
giggled. The sound made his cock jump. He opened the drawer and found an
unopened box of condoms. For some reason, that turned him on. Had she bought
the box because he was coming over? He had to ask. “Did you know we would wind
up in your bed tonight, Giada, or do you always keep condoms handy?”
    “A girl can hope.” She