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better.” He flinched when she bent pressed her lips against the inside of his thigh, teasing.  She swept her tongue along his sensitive skin, coming close to where he wanted her most, before moving away again.  The little wench was doing a magnificent job teasing him and he enjoyed every moment. 
    When she made a second pass he arched, trying to guide himself toward her hand, but she moved her fingers down his legs.
    “ If you don’t touch me soon you’re going to pay, sweetheart,” he warned.
    She giggled the sound akin to the most wonderful music he’d ever heard in his life.  God he loved to hear her laugh.  Too bad she didn’t do it more often.  “What do you want me to do?” she asked with such innocence he wondered if maybe there was an actress hidden somewhere inside her. 
    “Oh you know exactly what I want you to do.”
    A devilish twinkle sparked in her eye s.  “You’re right, I do.” 
    A groan tore from his lips as her fingers wrapped around him and gave a long full stroke.  Then s he dipped her head, her silky hair fell over his thighs, shielding her face from him.  At the first touch of her warm mouth on him, he flinched and moaned again .  Then she took him and his body lurched.  “Oh fuck, baby.” His hand speared through her hair, his fingers tightened against her scalp as he arched into her. She let him take control and he thrust, taking from her what only she could give him.  The little murmurs and sweet sucking sounds she made drove him crazy.  Hot and erotic, the sound combined with the velvet glide of h er tongue and the oh-so familiar ache began deep in his groin.
    Slowly she pulled away and he damn near cried at the loss.  “Please tell me you’re not finished, he begged.
    A slow grin claimed her features as she moved with the stealth of a cat.  “Oh, I’m not even close to being finished.”
    “ Thank God,” he sighed.  His gaze tracked her as she crawled up his body, straddled him and sank down on him in one fluid motion.   He sucked in a strangled breath and his eyes flared with desire as he watched her take what she wanted.  He loved being in control, both in the ring and in their bed, but on occasion he took great pleasure in giving her control.  This was one of those moments.  He was fully seated within her when she let out a long pleasurable sigh.  Very little in the world gave him as much joy as hearing her contented sighs and moans of pleasure while they made love.
    Still, as satisfied as she might be, he itched for more.  “Baby, if you don’t start moving I’m going to do it for you.”  That wry smile returned and her hips began to roll and undulate creating a sensual rhythm that strangled the very breath in his throat. She sat astride him, head thrown back in abandon as she rode him, her hair draped down her back in a curtain of silk that swayed with her rhythm.  She looked like a goddess.  Desperate to touch her, he reached out and cupped her breasts. His thumbs brushed across her nipples, and she moaned in response.  He leaned up, wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her down to him. He caressed her bare skin, his fingers kneading along her back, lower and lower until cupped her ass. He squeezed and massaged, lifting her before letting her fall back onto his shaft .
    Her ragged breathing filled the air.  “I’m close,” she murmured, “Come with me.”
    He could feel his own storm building and reached between them, to rub over her sensitive nub. She raised, up, braced her hands on his chest and ground down on his hand. “Oh God.  Oh God.  Holt!” Her body writhed above him and the contractions damn near pulled him right over the edge.
    As she came down from her release a frown slowly appeared on her face.
    “What’s wrong?”
    “You didn’t come.”
    “That’s okay.  We can fix that.”  Before she could reply he rolled them over, taking her underneath him. Then he repositioned himself between her legs and thrust.