splintering
in
two.
The
feel
of
his
mouth
on
her
touched
off
an
explosion
but
still
he
wouldn’t
let
up.
It
was
as
if
he
was
determined
to
have
it
all
and,
in
the
process,
give
her
everything.
Her
body
was
thrown
into
an
orgasm
of
gigantic
proportions
that
had
her
nearly
sobbing
in
pleasure
and
before
she
could
recover
from
that
first
orgasm,
his
mouth
and
tongue
was
busy
sending
her
whirling
into
a
second
as
he
once
again
pushed
her
over
the
edge.
Moments
later,
while
she
lay
there
trying
to
learn
how
to
breathe
all
over
again,
he
stood
back
away
from
the
bed
and
began
removing
his
shirt.
She
barely
had
enough
strength
to
prop
her
elbows
on
the
bed
to
watch
him,
studying
how
well
defined
his
chest
was
and
how
a
thin
line
of
dark
hair
led
a
path
downward,
past
the
waistband
of
his
jeans.
She
continued
to
watch,
fascinated,
and
knew
at
that
moment
she
had
never
seen
a
more
perfectly
made
male
body.
She
could
stare
all
day
and
not
tire
of
seeing
it.
She
held
her
breath
as
he
slowly
eased
down
his
zipper.
Then
he
pulled
off
his
jeans
and
briefs,
letting
her
see
all
of
him.
Her
gaze
immediately
went
to
his
shaft,
thick,
large
and
hard,
protruding
like
a
statue
from
the
bed
of
dark
curls
that
surrounded
it.
She
almost
swallowed
her
tongue.
“I
want
you,”
he
said
huskily,
coming
back
to
join
her
on
the
bed
after
putting
on
the
condom
he
had
taken
from
the
pocket
of
his
jeans.
“Come
here,
baby,
and
let
me
show
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