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That’s not going to happen, though Not tonight, when she tastes like peaches and vanilla and sweet, delicious crea sweetly

And definitely not tonight, when she’s holding on toher head back even ue over the back of her teeth before licking along the roof of her ainst and over and under her own She tastes so good, feels so good, that I could do this for hours even if itthe worst case of blue balls in history

But Ophelia has other ideas Her hands slide downatoverit across the roo up exactly where we left off Only this ti into the verdant depths of thereen, like the needles of the pine trees that make up so much of the landscape around here They’re dark and ht staring into thee as I kiss and lick and touch her

Because Ophelia has that kind of eyes I’ve spent the last few hours noticing how they reflect whatever she’s feeling, a different shade of green for every ery, her eyes are a brilliant emerald When she’s happy, they’re a softer reen

I’--to knohat color they’ll be when she comes

With that thought in mind, I reluctantly relinquish my hold on her hair and ood She’s still wearing her thick jacket, so I unzip it and tug it down her ar it onto the counter behind her Then I pull her sweater off and do the saot one s her full brsts and shows off her wicked crazy figure to its best advantage

I take a step back so I can get a better look, and I swear oddah it’s not the fanciest coirl, it’s definitely the most sincere

Except the smile fades from Ophelia’s face as easily as it came "You don’t have to say that"

"I don’t have to do anything," I answer, hookingit down so that I can kiss her graceful neck "But there’s a orgeous"

I brush a line of kisses down her neck to her collarbone, but the da in the way, so it’sit away She’s still wearing a bra, a lacy black thing that ainst her pale skin The light is really dim in here, but if I look closely, I can see the hard press of her niles against the delicate swirls of lace

I want to touch, need to touch, so I lean forward and trace a line with ht where the bra ends and she begins Ophelia shudders, her hands clutching at ainst ainstto coet started I haven’t done that since I was thirteen and losing inity in the back of Becky Martin’s parents’ car, and I have no intention of letting it happen now, no ot me hot So hot I can’t breathe without pain, just as I can’t i away froon the counter, her beautiful brsts only inches from my mouth I know I should take the time to strip her bra off, but I can’t wait Not nohen her hard little niles are te down, I press a hot, open it--lace bra and all--intoto suck

"Z" She callsher breast ainst my mouth

And that’s when I lose it co to take it off as I pull her nipple back into et enough of her

I bite softly, relishing the way her hands tighten inwildly as she sits on the counter, and I know a touch froive it to her, to press the heel of my hand where she needs it most, but for the first time in my life I’m not in a rush for the prize

Yes, I want to slip inside her Yes, I want to feel her come around me Yes, I want to lose myself in the sweet oblivion that comes only with sex But at the same time, there’s so much I want to do to her, with her, that I’m not ready to ju her to orgasm, I pull back Take a second to breathe, to calm down As I do, I reach around behind her to unfasten her bra, then slide it slowly down her arainstto soothe her frantic movements It’s hard because there’s a part ofmore than to fall on her sweetness and take and take and take

"Z?" She raises her head, looks at s around my hips" I press a soft kiss to her mouth when she complies, then slide my hands under her hps and carry her to the bed

"I want to see you," I say, reaching for the lamp next to the bed after I deposit her on the bed The sht she switched on e entered doesn’t provide nearly enough light to satisfy the need I have to explore every inch of her

"No," she says, her voice suddenly devoid of the huskiness I’d heard in it just moments before She puts a hand overon the laency in her voice, then turn back to face her "What do you " She unfastens her jeans, then pulls thes are popping up all over the place, but at the saers have delved beneath the waistband of ot my ck in her soft little hand I know I need to think, know I’ i me off

"Ophelia Wait" It takes Herculean effort, but I put et her to stop, just for a