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each brush between blinks like a physical caress. His neck. His shoulders. His nipples. His belly. The tops of his legs, she took him all in. Focusing on his cock, she licked her lips. The sight of that pink tongue was almost his undoing, almost. Cole dug his fingers into the mattress, resisting the urge to grab hold of her hair and force her face down to him, not because they’d only just met, but because he suspected she’d like it a little too much. Instead he waited, interspersing sexy thoughts of how good her mouth was going to feel with random libido busting musings—baseball scores and budget figures and the entire cast of The Golden Girls naked—anything to keep himself from coming.
    She settled herself inside his legs. Naked and kneeling, it didn’t get any better than that. Her slender hand fitted around his cock. Her eyes found his once more as she slid slowly up and down, stopping just below the tip. Impatient, he pushed against her palm. She punished him by stopping immediately. So she wasn’t only a tease but a torturer, the very best kind.
    He stilled—everything but his heart, which bolted like one of his family’s thoroughbred racers.
    “Better,” she murmured, rewarding him by resuming.
    With her thumb, she massaged his base, and Cole almost jumped off the bed.
    Steady Canning!
    Bracing himself on his palms, he leaned back, forcing himself to stare up at the ceiling. There was a crack in the plasterwork over the bed and what looked like a water stain bubbling around it. Good thing it wasn’t raining tonight, he thought, then started as her thumb stroked over the cleft bisecting his head. Cole glanced down. Jesus, he was leaking!
    If Sarah was offended, she hid it well. “Hmm,” she said. Still holding him, she glided her glistening thumb into her mouth.
    Oh, God!
    Moonstruck hair tickled his inner thighs as she lowered herself to his groin, guiding him to her. Moist lips slid over him. A wicked tongue tested his slit, finishing what her digit had begun. Clever hands cupped his balls, gently squeezing. Nails raked the fuzz covering the firmed sacks. The tongue returned, wiggling against the underside of his shaft. Cole caught his breath as her light licking segued to sucking, liquid and rhythmic. Like the tide, it seemed to tow him toward some unseen destination, a place where any kind of self-control was a memory and from which there would be no coming back.
    I will not come, I will not come, I will not come . . .
    His heart was drumming, his cock poised to detonate. Whatever else he did, he was not leaving that bed until he’d climaxed inside her, her pussy not her mouth.
    He reached out, his fingers sinking into the thick gold of her hair. Sarah moaned, the vibration buzzing around him. She sucked him deeper and deeper still. Suddenly it wasn’t only her tongue and mouth and hands working him. It was her throat!
    Cole crushed his eyes closed. He allowed himself another few seconds of extreme pleasure before he eased himself free and stood. Sarah still knelt. She looked up at him as if in an altered state, her eyes heavy lidded, her incredible mouth slightly swollen and glistening. Her nipples stood out like miniature cherries, luscious and firm. He couldn’t see her pussy beyond the honey brown landing strip, but he’d bet his discharge papers she was dripping. He’d find out soon enough.
    “Get up.”
    When she didn’t immediately obey, he reached down and hauled her to her feet. Turning around, he pushed her down onto the edge of the bed. “My turn.”
    He wheeled away. Retrieving his pants from the floor, he took out a condom, tore open the foil square, and quickly sheathed himself. He turned back to find Sarah watching him. She hadn’t moved. Lying on her back, her legs spread, her feet touching the floor, she waited. He pulled her legs apart and stepped between her thighs. She might like “all the flavors,” but when it came to the actual fucking, he was betting she liked it