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    “Spread wider,” he says, and I shudder at the first drag of his tongue between my slit, the flood gates opening, my arousal spilling out.
    “Oh God,” I shout, before I feel it again, and again, and again. His tongue exploring, tasting, lapping up my juices. “Deeper, Rex, God, your tongue—”
    “I could eat your pussy all night,” he murmurs, and I can barely hold on now, the coil in my belly ready to snap when he pushes two fingers inside of me, stroking my walls as he’s licking my clit.
    “I’m—gonna come,” I moan, my hips bucking off the bed, heart pounding as he sends me over the edge, screaming his name.
    I’m shattered, my body floating as his tongue continues to pleasure me, letting me ride out the wave of my intense orgasm. He shifts back up my body as my breathing slows, heart attempting to find a steady beat again.
    He skims his lips against mine before pushing a sweaty strand of hair away from my face. “Did I tell you how much I love your pussy?” He grins, and I can’t help but smile.
    “I think you just showed me.” A flush creeps across my cheeks. “I really enjoyed that.”
    “Hmmm, yeah. I kind of got that sense.” He looks down between us at his throbbing cock. “I think I have something else you might enjoy.” He stretches across me, pulling the drawer of his bedside table open. For a split second I wonder how many women have lain here before but quickly put the thought out of my head as he rolls the condom on, positioning himself above me. My hands drift down his chest, wanting to touch him, to feel every solid ridge and plane of his muscles under my fingertips.
    He grabs hold of his cock, easing inside my folds, pulling back then pushing in again. The teasing of his arousal is exquisite torture and I tremble as he stretches me. His eyes close and he groans. “Oh fuck. Your pussy is so tight.” Slowly, he rocks into me, holding his weight with his hands, eyes penetrating mine.
    Streams of whimpers leave my mouth as he thrusts in and out of my pussy, his hips gyrating in a rhythmic motion. The smell of sex surrounds us, arousing me beyond belief. Defined lines of an eagle tattoo on his chest ripplewith his movement as the moonlight slants through the window, his face in and out of shadows. I raise my hips to meet his as I climb higher, watching his muscles grow taut, face strained with pleasure.
    “I can feel your pussy squeezing my cock. Fuck, you feel good,” he mutters, his voice deep, breathing choppy.
    “Rub my clit,” I moan, my nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to puncture the skin. He reaches between us and the moment his finger touches me, I explode into a million pieces. “Oh God, Rex.”
    He pounds into me a few more times, dots of sweat building on his forehead, his cock thickening inside of me. “Jesus, I’m gonna come,” he growls between heavy breaths. The pulse of his shudder vibrates through me and I grab his ass, pulling him in deep so he can give me everything he has. Exhaling roughly, he drops his head and licks the sweat from my neck, placing a few open-mouth kisses there before he rolls off. “Holy fuck, Blondie.” His breathing is still erratic as he turns his head to me.
    “You’re not so bad yourself,” I tease, and his mouth curves up into a grin. He’s got a great smile. There’s something so sexy about it, yet it’s also charming. “So….” I pause, leaning up on my elbow, not wanting to get too personal, which is bizarre because we just had off-the-charts sex. “I was wondering about your tattoos, what they symbolize?”
    After disposing of the condom, he lies down next to me, and I still can’t get over how beautiful his body is. I trace my finger over the eagle tattoo that starts on his rib, the wings flowing into the middle of his chest. It’s done in black and white, a subtle hint of red in the feathers.
    “Like this one, it’s beautiful,” I say, admiring the way it cuts across his muscle. “What