breathing
quickened
and
strained
and
she
almost
cried
out.
“You’re
so
wet,”
his
voice
rumbled
against
her
lips.
“All
I
could
think
about
over
the
last
couple
of
days
is
devouring
you,
wanting
the
taste
of
you
on
my
tongue.
Heat
built
within
her
body
as
he
pushed
her
even
more
over
the
edge,
making
her
whimper
in
pleasure.
And
when
pleasure
erupted
inside
her
with
the
force
of
a
tidal
wave,
he
was
there
to
intensify
it.
He
kissed
the
scream
of
his
name
from
her
lips,
again
taking
control
of
her
mouth.
The
kiss
was
sensual,
the
taste
erotic
and
it
fueled
her
fire
even
more.
She
had
ten
years
to
make
up
for,
and
somehow,
she
knew,
he
was
well
aware
of
that.
When
her
body
ceased
its
trembling,
he
pulled
back,
ending
their
kiss,
and
stood
to
remove
his
clothes.
She
looked
up
at
him
as
he
tossed
his
T-shirt
aside.
He
appeared
cool
and
in
control
as
he
undressed
in
front
of
her,
but
she
knew
he
was
not.
His
gaze
was
on
her,
and
she
again
she
connected
with
it.
It
felt
like
a
hot
caress.
She
watched
as
he
eased
down
his
jeans,
and
she
gasped.
Her
mouth
became
moist,
her
body
got
hungrier.
He
wasn’t
wearing
any
underwear
and
his
erection
sprang
forth—full
of
life,
eager
to
please
and
ready
to
go.
The
tip
seemed
to
point
straight
at
her,
and
the
only
thing
she
could
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