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shared an intimacy of total mutual
pleasure. The sweetness of it made her so sated that her eyelids began to
droop. As slumber took over, she had one last fleeting concern that maybe this
man might be the type to fuck and run and not wish to linger and hold her in
his arms while her body was draped all over him.
    His cock still remained deliciously lodged inside her pussy.
She wanted so much to fall asleep this way. Would he pull away? He stirred to
arrange a blanket over them then rewrapped his arms around her.
    “Comfy?”
    She smiled. “Perfect.”

Chapter Four
     
    Charlotte stirred awake. A sweet flutter skimmed over her
breast. A weight pressed against her side. Warmth raced through her chest as
her heart began to pound. Hot lips fastened to her nipple and suckled. She
cried out, her head lifting off the mattress as his lifted from her chest. In
the darkness, she searched for his gaze even as she knew that he searched for
hers and although she could not see the brilliance of his eyes, they found each
other in the small space and paused to share a silent agreement.
    The haze of sleep mixed with the rush of arousal that swept
her so fast she grasped onto his shoulders. A new awareness of him formed in
the half-dream, half-awake state. This man had the power to arouse her
sensuality to full-blown passion as if this were his sole mission in life.
    As his lips fastened to her other nipple, Charlotte let her
head fall back against the pillow. He nipped, licked and finally suckled while
his hand roamed to her pussy with unwavering intent.
    The shock of pleasure jerked her body when his fingers
circled her clit and dove between her parted labia.
    “Damn,” he said when he discovered the slick yielding
passage eager for his exploration. “Damn, babe,” he whispered as he lifted to
loom over her face, caressing the curve of her cheek with his thumb while his
fingers pressed at her opening.
    Her pelvis arched up, twisting toward the fire-giving
temptation of his hand. His fingers penetrated and the sweet flame forced a
sharp breath from her lips only seconds before he covered her mouth with his.
    The kiss was violent, possessive, desperate. It demanded an
equal response and Charlotte gave it. Her nails raked his shoulder when she
stabbed her tongue at his and began to spar. On a quick retreat, she drew on
his lower lip and threatened with her teeth. The provocation caused a
counterattack of escalating ardor as their lips declared what their bodies
already knew and their words could never express. This lust had become bigger
than them and they were utterly at its mercy.
    As if sensing the loss of control, he tore himself away and
loomed above her, breathing like a riled animal. She was worse. While he stayed
perfectly still, her body writhed, craving the motion of his fingers inside her
pussy, his lips on her, his other hand beneath her neck and his cock, sweet
Lord, the heavy mast pressing into her hip.
    Reverently he withdrew his hand from between her legs and
caressed over her belly. Her hips jerked in protest. He laid a small kiss on
her lips while his hand pressed her back down and continued a gentle stroking
down one thigh and up the other.
    “Easy…” he said and kissed her cheek, her forehead and
finally her eye. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”
    She grasped his hand and guided it to her cunt, pressing his
fingers into her slit. He yielded but nothing more. His warm breath swept over
her ear as he leaned to whisper in it.
    “Let go, darling.”
    “I want you!” she gasped. God, how she wanted him. The
desire tightened inside her, pulling back like the tide. A deep shudder began
to gather strength and Charlotte didn’t know if she could face it. To want this
much, this hard. To be so utterly at the mercy of desire, dependent on someone
else to satisfy her, knowing that only he would do. She couldn’t admit to this.
She had never before counted on anyone for anything. She would not let