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hair in a silent command for him to carry on. If anyone had asked how she saw her night going several hours ago, she’d have complained about watching her friends get hammered. This was a deviation from the norm and one she could get used to.
    Instantly she put that thought from her mind. This wasn’t for keeps. It was just sex. He was scratching an itch. After all what did she, years older and divorced, have to offer him?
    Well, duh…sex maybe, the little voice in her head reminded her and Jasmine had to agree. Sex, tonight, was all she had to offer. For the moment, it would have to be enough.
    His tongue swirled around her clit again and she shuddered, feeling every tiny move he made. His hands smoothed up the insides of her thighs, parting them further to give him better access. When he parted her lips with gentle fingers and blew over her clit, Jasmine stopped breathing. She was going to come here and now, she was sure of it.
    He slid a finger deep inside her and she lost the ability to think. He brushed the inside of her pussy with a soft, slow sweep of his finger. In and out, in and out, in a sensual, practiced move designed to drive her up the wall. Then he brought his tongue into play, lapping over her clit at the same time. Her hips jerked as a moan was torn from her lips. Grabbing a pillow, she buried her head under it. When he shifted her legs so they rested over his broad, muscular shoulders she didn’t argue even though the move left her wide open for his hot gaze and hotter touch. A flush burned her cheeks under the pillow but she didn’t care. She had to get more of this, more of him. Her toes curled as he continued to play at her pussy with his finger, teasing her with a preview of what was to come.
    How was he having this effect on her? She’d had sex before but never as raw or visceral as this. It was like the first time again. Every sensation was so strong and powerful it was like new. Sure, she’d enjoyed sex before, but nothing had prepared her for this kind of intensity.
    What made this any different than before? The randomness of the encounter? She peered over the edge of the fluffy pillow. His head moved between her parted legs, rocking slowly up and down and side-to-side as his tongue played at her clit like a circus performer. She bit into the pillow and groaned again as her pussy quivered to his touch.
    “Now,” she demanded, the restlessness in her core radiating out. No more needed to be said. She just couldn’t wait anymore and he had to realize by now that she was ready.
    He stood and grabbed her hips to pull her to the edge of the bed. Biting her lip, she watched in anticipation as he brushed her wet folds with the tip of his cock. He pushed and they both sighed as her body gave. He sank deep inside her in one long, slow movement. Her legs wrapped around his lean hips as he pulled back. Just a little bit, and then slowly started to move.
    Her fingers reached for the disheveled sheets, her arms outstretched to grab handfuls of the sheet to brace herself. He wasn’t giving everything to her. The tension in his body warned he was holding himself back, being gentle with her. The unexpected care melted her heart even as it sent her blood pressure through the roof. She wanted more, now that she was here. She wanted all that power she could feel wound up tight in his hard body.
    She looked up at him and shivered. Those marble abs and pecs just made her drool and want to rub herself over him cat-like. He had a tattoo on his arm just above the tan of a sleeve line. A unit tattoo by the looks of it. She didn’t think too much on it. He was in the military. She knew that and she didn’t need to know any more about what he did.
    He rolled his hips, teasing her with a soft grin on his face.
    “More,” she demanded again in her best bedroom voice then fought back a yelp when he pushed deeper inside her. She rocked back and forth in time with his thrusts and moaned as pleasure spiraled through