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each other. Rivers told me I was beautiful, sexy. I told him I thought he was the same.
    I traced his tattoo with my fingertips. “I lost a bet,” he told me when I asked why he got it. “Not the coolest answer.” I smiled and traced the pattern again, this time with my tongue. “Although if you’ll do that to every tattoo I get I’ll cover myself in them.” His voice was husky and a little shaky.
    “No need. I’ll do it on uninked skin, too.”
    “Good to know.” Rivers guided me to the bed and lay me across it.
    He crawled up next to me and leaned over me, supporting his weight on his forearms, and kissed me. It was different than our other kisses, but, oh, so good. It wasn’t hurried. He took his time and kissed me slow and thorough.
    His hands moved over my body, but he avoided any sexual areas. I was burning for him to touch me. But his hands would graze my stomach without venturing down to the knot of nerves that screamed for his attention.
    I ran my fingernails softly over his skin. It made me even wetter when I felt his muscles flex and contract under my touch and goose bumps follow the path my fingers took. But when my hands reached for his cock, he brushed them away.
    “Not yet, baby. I want this to be right. I want to make love to you.”
    I swung my leg over him and shoved his shoulder. Rivers lost his balance and fell to his back with me straddling him.
    “Hmm. I could get used to this view.” He reached up and cupped my breast in his hand. He squeezed the nipple between his thumb and finger. It hardened and he rolled and tugged on it.
    I bent forward and kissed him. He fondled my breasts and I ran my fingernails lightly over his chest. I kissed down his body. I started at his mouth, and then moved to suck and kiss down the side of his neck to his collarbone and down his chest.
    I found each nipple and flicked it with my tongue, nipping at it and then sucking it. I did this several times, earning a deep moan from Rivers. He tangled his fingers in my hair and curled and uncurled them as I worked my tongue over his erect nipples.
    I kissed and teased with my nails farther down until I was just below his navel. His cock was hard and ready…waiting. I turned my head toward it. Rivers felt my breath and tensed.
    “Shit, Julia. You don’t have to do that.”
    “I know.” I flicked my tongue over the head of his cock and he sucked in a breath through clenched teeth.
    “Fuck. Really, you don’t have to.” He tried to pull me away.
    I leaned back and looked at him. “You don’t like it? I thought guys—”
    “What? No. I mean, yes. Shit. I love it. I’ve just never been with a girl who liked it. I don’t want you doing anything you don’t like.”
    “Oh. Then don’t worry.” I slipped out of his grasp. “I like it. Just tell me what you want.”
    “I think you’re the perfect woman.”
    I slipped the head of his cock in my mouth and sucked on it. I got it good and wet and then slowly started to slip the shaft into my mouth.
    “Fuck. Oh, Fuck , Julia.”
    I shifted on the bed and used one hand to massage Rivers’ balls and the area between his asshole and ball sack. Each time I ran my finger over that area, he’d shudder. My other hand grasped his cock and held it steady while I moved my mouth over it. Finally I’d gotten it wet enough that I let the entire length of him sink into my mouth and down my throat.
    “Holy Fuck!” Rivers lifted his hips off the bed and his hand fisted in my hair.
    “I want you to grab my hair and move my head how it feels good to you. Go as deep as you want and as fast or slow as you want.” I started to lean forward when he stopped me.
    “I don’t want to hurt you. You might gag or—”
    “You’ll know when I need you to stop. You’ll feel me pull away. You’re not going to hurt me. I promise.” I smiled and twisted my hair and put it in his hand. “You were the one who said I liked it a little rough sometimes, remember?”
    He gave half a