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her forehead.
    She opened her eyes and raised her head, looking at him in puzzlement. “What are you doing?”
    “Blindfolding you.” He wanted his lover vulnerable and at his mercy so he could give her so much pleasure, she begged for more.
    When he placed the bandana over her eyes, she sprang up on her elbows and pushed the cloth and his hand away from her face. “Why? I’m the one that’s supposed to be in charge here.”
    Giving her a night she’d never forget mattered to Kent. He reached out and brushed a fingertip lightly over one of her smooth cheeks. “Because I want you to block out what you see so you can focus only on the sensations you’re about to experience. Now lie back and enjoy yourself, will you?”
    “Only if you promise to let me use that on you later.” Her green eyes twinkled mischievously.
    “Fine. You can blindfold me once I’m done with you. That’s if you have any energy left.”
    He slid his fingers along the outline of her collarbone and tried to ease her onto her back. Once she relaxed her muscles and dropped back down onto the pillows, he kissed her cheek before shielding her eyes with the bandana.
    She moistened her lips with her tongue. “I think you want to make me your sex slave.”
    Her mouth looked so delicious, he leaned in to nibble on her lower lip. “You got that right. So you must meet all my demands. My first one is for you to open yourself up to erotic pleasure and my second is for you to order me to do whatever will make you come again and again.”
    “Let the games begin.” Rebecca’s rosy lips parted and her head tipped back like she was on the verge of orgasm.
    “I hope you’re ready for everything I have in store for you.” He drew a nipple into his mouth and suckled it, then tongued his way down her body until he reached the apex between her thighs. He flicked her clitoris with his tongue and drove it inside her until she thrashed and moaned. “That’s it, baby. Enjoy yourself. You taste damn delicious. I love how you’re swelling up for me, how wet you are.” He intensified his tongue thrusts, darting his tongue in circles around her clitoris before plunging inside.
    Her hair scattered out on the pillow as she moaned. “Oh, Kent . . . your tongue feels so amazing inside of me.” And then her groans intensified and she screamed, tossed her head, and bucked. Her breasts bounced, her cheeks flushed and her taste rushed into his mouth.
    Kent watched her shoulder and thigh muscles release after the orgasm. “I’m at your whim. What do you want me to do to you next?”
    “I want you inside me now.” She spread her knees further apart, drawing his eyes toward her wet opening.
    Kent’s breathing grew ragged, his desire to sink his cock inside her was almost too intense to bear. Reaching around the back of her shoulders, he pulled her up into a seated position and untied the blindfold. Her face was still flushed from the orgasm. “I had to see how badly you want me. And I want to see the expression on your face when I bury myself deep inside of you. I’ve got a new position in store for you—one where we’ll be sitting and facing each other.”
    “What? We haven’t exhausted all the options already?” Rebecca joked.
    “No—and this one’s not called the crying out position for nothing. Now bend your knees and open your legs, placing them over my upper arms. And sit up on your hands. But come in a little closer, first.”
    “Yes, sir.” She shifted and moved closer so her hips rested on his inner thighs.
    Sitting upright, he straddled her hips with his thighs, scooting close enough that his penis pressed against her pussy lips. He raised her buttocks up against his groin and wrapped his arms around her torso just below her breasts. Her eyes widened and then blazed with lust as he pressed inside her dripping wet opening.
    He pumped his hips, supported by hers, up against her weight to deepen the penetration while her calves gripped his arms.