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right now.
Rhett was still hungry for another taste of her flesh, ready to
lick every inch of her again. He wanted to trace his fingers over
every curve and dip his tongue into the hollows. He held back a
groan as a vision from last night—of him sampling the damp, swollen
lips of her pussy— entered his mind. His cock was rock hard and
ready again. Rhett shifted slightly to give himself a little room
in his jeans.
    Taylor moved against him, his movement
apparently waking her up. She sat up straighter and rubbed her eyes
with the back of her hand.
    “ Morning, sleepy head,” he
whispered.
    She looked up at him, awareness not
completely evident. “What time is it?”
    Rhett glanced at his watch.
“Five-thirty.”
    “ Why’d you let me go to
sleep?” she asked.
    “ I fell asleep, too. Just
woke up.”
    Taylor cuddled into him closer, when
he’d half expected her to pull away. “It’s chilly out
here.”
    “ Want to go in?”
    She shook her head. “The sun’s coming
up. Can you see it through the trees?”
    Rhett looked over and caught sight of
the orange haze appearing over the tree line.
    “ Let’s sit and watch it, if
you don’t mind,” she said sleepily.
    He pulled her closer and kissed the
top of her head, not ready to let go of her just yet anyway. “I
don’t mind at all.”
    They sat there, in comfortable
silence, watching as the sun blessed the new day. Rhett almost
wished it would slow down, because he didn’t want her to get up and
leave. Even knowing it was only multiplying the mistake, he still
wanted her again. One fumbling night wasn’t enough. He wanted to
savor her slowly, not race to the end. As the sun finally pulled
above the woods, he leaned down to kiss her again.
    Taylor yielded immediately, as if
she’d been waiting for him to do it. She tasted so sweet, her mouth
opening to him readily. He pulled her the rest of the way onto his
lap, letting her straddle his hips and feel him hard for her. Rhett
needed back inside her velvet folds. Taylor kissed him wildly,
rubbing herself along his length. Now on top, she took control of
their kiss somewhat, until he speared a hand through her hair to
slow her down.
    Taylor broke the kiss for a moment.
“Didn’t we do enough damage last night?” she whispered against his
lips.
    “ It wasn’t enough. I need
more than a rushed race to the finish line.”
    He kissed her again, moving his hands
to her waist so he could rub his aching cock against the heat of
her pussy. They wore too many layers, and the touch only frustrated
him more. He lifted his hands under the jersey and her tank top,
needing his hand on her flesh. She was warmer than anticipated, her
skin fevered.
    Without warning, she pushed her coat
to the floor and then pulled her shirt and his jersey over her
head, depositing them on the spot she’d just vacated. Her large
breasts were tightly confined in a lacy bra, screaming for his
hands to cup them.
    “ I wanted you so bad when I
was younger. I’m not going to miss this chance to get as much as I
want before I go,” she spat before kissing him intently.
    Before I go? He suddenly sensed that wasn’t going to nearly be
enough time for him to learn her body.
    Rhett kissed her back without voicing
his thoughts. He moved his hands up to gather her heavy mounds in
his hands. Rubbing his thumbs against her tight, hard nipples, he
squeezed and kneaded the flesh. Before too long, he removed the bra
and tossed it with the rest of her clothing. Rhett sat back a
moment and gazed at her lovely breasts, the perky dusky nipples the
right size for his mouth. The full breasts were soft and supple to
his touch, not the fake mounds he’d seen time and time again in
past years. Taylor was all real woman, curves and all, and he loved
that about her.
    What you saw was what you got, and he
really liked what he saw.
    Rhett leaned in and captured one tight
peak with his lips, sucking it as deeply into his mouth as it would
go. Taylor’s back arched,