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his belly tightened with satisfaction. He was beyond
aroused now and it was getting way too painful to ignore. His fingers itched to
feel the sharp burn of their skin-on-skin contact again, but he was unsure how
far to take it. She had to let him know.
    “Enough?”
    She shook her head and murmured, “More.”
    He sucked in a breath and decided once more and then he’d
flip her over and fuck her. He placed the paddle on the bed, and this time he
used his hand, putting a little more force behind it, and gave a good ringing
slap. Fire burst in his fingers and palm and raced like an inferno to his
groin. She jumped on his knees and her low, drawn-out moan gave him a moment of
guilt, but when she began to squirm on him he knew there was nothing to feel
guilty about. His breath became shallow and he pulled her off his lap to lay
her on the bed.
    “That was perfect.” She smiled at him, stretched her arms
over her head. The movement enhanced her breasts and he was about to reach for
them when she rolled aside. “Now it’s time.”
    He stood and Clare rose to meet him. Steve slipped his arms
around her waist and grabbed her flaming-hot ass. She was so light he lifted
her effortlessly and she wrapped her legs around his hips. Her nails dug into
the muscles on his back and she clung to him, finding his mouth with hers.
Their tongues met and fought. Steve groaned into her mouth and pumped his hips
so his cock slid next to his goal—her hot slick folds.
    “Take me to my bag.” Her words were muffled against his
mouth.
    Steve walked them over and she looked down into her bag of
tricks. He glanced as well and was blown away by the contents. If only they had
more than one night. He watched her fingers sift through the items and take
hold of a condom package. She let her legs drop and slid down his body.
    Clare made putting on the condom almost as erotic as giving
him a hand job. He tried not to close his eyes when her palms stroked it down,
sheathing him, and watched her fingers dance on his latex-covered dick.
Pressure welled inside and he bit it back.
    “See how the condom slides over your lovely hard cock?” She
smiled and licked her lips. “Now lie down so I can finish.”
    He did as she asked. But he was done taking orders.
    “Either get under or on me,” he commanded.
    “Oh are you the boss now?” She pressed her palm low on his
belly, creating unbelievably exquisite torture, and caught his gaze. “I’m happy
with that.”
    Without a word she raised her foot and placed it on the
mattress. Keeping her gaze glued to his, she slipped off the stilettos and
unsnapped each garter. Steve’s attention was drawn to her fingers as she rolled
the fishnets down and repeated the seductive movements on the other leg. She
dropped the stockings on his chest and his gaze followed every move her hands
made. His eyebrows rose when her thumbs hooked into the waistband of her garter
and shimmied it down, bringing the thong with it. Finally exposing her pussy to
his view. He drank her in. Her lips were swollen, firm, and her clit peeked out
between the folds. He licked his lips, dying for a taste.
    She stood on the bed again, a foot on each side of his hips
like before. This time when he looked up she was fully naked, visible and
glistening with her readiness. Slowly she lowered herself until she straddled
his hips, her knees wide, offering him a prime view of her pussy. He watched
her descend on him until the heat of her scorched his balls and his penis stood
at attention against her belly. She pressed him to her skin with the palm of
her hand and pumped her hips back and forth before rising and positioning over
him.
    His cock didn’t need any guidance. As if it were a homing
pigeon, his cock found her center and Steve raised his hips. She pulled away
and a surge of disappointment mixed with anger roared through him.
    He grunted and was just about to say something when she
lowered quickly and impaled herself on his dick. The surprise