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too.”
    “Good girl. You’ll have fun. Josh was my first anal, way back in college. He knows what he’s doing, so relax and enjoy yourself. And I’m probably singing to the choir, but please exhaust the man. He’s stressed, and needs a breather.”
    Amanda nodded. She would take great pleasure in this. All of it.
    Steph excused herself and Amanda began to undress, thinking how she could put Josh at his ease. It might not be simple. He wasn’t shy, exactly, but he was far more reserved than she was, and she had no idea whether the spark she felt for him was returned. Still, she felt an all-new rev of excitement. She’d been craving penetration and the feel of a cock deep inside her pussy. Maybe if she made him feel at ease, they would both leave here thoroughly satisfied in every way.
    She was stepping out of her panties when the door opened once more, and Josh came in.
    She quickly learned how wrong she’d been about him. They stood absolutely still a moment, and when she met his eyes she saw a depth of hunger, a ferocious need, awaiting her.
    She never knew which one of them moved first. She was in his arms the next instant, his mouth over hers, his arms closing around her. Frenzied, she pulled his shirt over his head, then tugged his jeans button open. She deliberately prolonged the lowering of his zipper. More stroking and caressing went on than unzipping. His hands cupped her breasts, his mouth still hungrily seeking, both of them awash in relieved delight to find their desire was shared.
    Her own need rocketed ahead of his, and she stopped playing around. She roughly stripped him of his boots, jeans and boxer briefs. Josh denied her a chance to look at him. He hoisted her up and backed her against the wall, slipping inside her.
    She cried out at the rapid, forceful joining. This was not the Josh she expected, but she adored how out-of-control things had flown, how demanding he’d turned out to be. The man certainly knew how to perform in this position. He used the wall and his strong hands to support her while powerful legs set up a slow grind so hot it made her eyes roll up into her skull.
    Almost immediately she felt the sweet ache of orgasm begin to gather strength. She couldn’t gain a foothold against it, couldn’t contain the sensation as he poured on the fuel.
    Mouth against her neck, he shook his head. “And I planned to be so calm and suave about this.”
    The wry humor destroyed her utterly. She started to laugh and came completely undone, the ache between her legs billowing into sweet agony.
    Her release had a nearly violent effect on him. He lost his balance for a second and she was pressed against the wall as his body locked itself into orgasm, raising him up onto his toes, holding him rigid. He wasn’t even breathing. Five, ten seconds he remained prisoner to a powerful orgasm. He was so still she could feel every tiny flutter and stronger grasp of her internal muscles as they milked him, sucked him, extending his pleasure even further.
    When finally he exhaled, she drew a deep, contented breath. She clasped her ankles behind his back and tightened her arms around his neck, pressing her mouth to the velvety flesh there.
    He groaned, letting the tension flow out of his frame. “Sorry about the hair trigger.”
    “You? I don’t think I’ve ever come that fast in my life.”
    “Mmm. It’s good though. Now we can both relax. Have some fun with this.”
    He wasted no time placing her onto the bed, face down. The wedge conformed to her, providing a comfortable, solid support. She was glad of it as Josh grabbed a bottle of oil and began to massage it into her skin, starting with her feet.
    “We’ll do this real slow,” he said. “Get you completely relaxed, start with something really small and get you used to it. We won’t go any further until I feel you ease up again.”
    She nodded, murmuring at the gentle heat of his hands and the soft jasmine scent of the oil. He moved up her legs and