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the taking as he slid his mouth lower still. She sucked in a sharp breath as he closed his lips over a nipple and stroked its tip gently with his tongue, sending dizzying waves through her right down to her toes.
    The knowledge that this was a one-off unleashed inhibitions so ingrained she’d thought them unshakeable, had assumed they were simply part of her. Her hang ups about her appearance were shoved to one side. Who cared that she’d never gotten around to losing that extra couple of pounds from her thighs? Why would it matter if she made some move that might shock, if she took the lead? Sex with Joe had been shrouded by a duvet, had been horizontal, even way back when they’d first met. Unimaginative beyond what he assumed did it for them, she never indicated otherwise, not wanting to hurt his feelings, satisfied enough with her assumption that this was how it was between two people. She had enjoyed it, the intimacy of it, the sensation of it, but it had never blown her away. No, it had never done that.
    She had no one here to please save herself. No need to worry about hurting Oliver’s feelings because she didn’t know him, didn’t care about him, no need to worry about shocking him because she’d never see him again after this. When had she ever felt this free? So eager to take all the pleasure she could get?
    Smoothing her hands over his taut abdomen, she let them go lower, eager now to explore every inch of him. She tugged at his belt until it came free and waited for him to step out of his clothes. Her own maxi skirt fell softly into a puddle at her feet. She stroked her hands softly over the length of his erection, testing the texture, the size, the feel of him with tentative fingertips. His sharp intake of breath in response to her touch thrilled her.
    I did that.
    She eased her stroking into a slow, deliberate rhythm, feeling him react in the hiss of his breath against her neck and the tension of his body, loving the way she could evoke a response. Feeling desirable for once, knowing he wanted her and that she was toying with that want, she felt deliciously empowered.
    Gently seizing control back, he curled his hands beneath her and lifted her gently, her hard nipples grazing his chest, her legs hooked behind his waist. His mouth slid back against hers with more passion now as he crossed the room and lowered her gently back onto the softness of the huge bed.
    The sheet was cool and smooth against her back and his mouth was back against hers, his hands removing her bra, tugging her top off and casting it aside, exploring her body. Her mind followed the progress of his fingers downwards, anticipation rising as he caressed her softly through the damp lace of her panties. Teasing, circular motions that made her ache for him to go further. Her breath hitched against his lips as he eased her panties down and away and then he was stroking his way up her inner thighs until his fingertips teased featherlight strokes over her most sensitive place. Hot desire flooded her, pushing everything else out of her consciousness as she squirmed to cover his hand with her own, wanting his fingers inside her, wanting more than that. He refused to be rushed, simply took her hand away and held it lightly in his free hand as he continued to circle the nub of her with his thumb, making her wait until she was dizzy with need, all other thoughts gone from her mind. Then he slid two fingers inside her all the way. She cried out as he moved them in a slow rhythm, his thumb still stroking, the delicious friction driving her to heights of pleasure she hadn’t known existed.
    As she regained control bit by bit, he tugged gently at her hip until he’d turned her over. The sheet felt momentarily cool against her stomach and breasts and then he slid his hands to the front of her thighs and pulled her back against him until she was on her knees. A pause as he ripped open a condom and then she felt his erection,