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The gimlets couldn't take credit for the firestorm of sensation It was all Sam His deliberate pace becaainst her overheated skin

His fingers dipped under her V-neck, resting on the uppermost swell of her tits, but didn't move; their stillness more erotic than if he'd reached farther down to caress her straining nipples

Sa her up in his ar Hardly anyone challenged her dominant, bitch-please attitude, but he ht and tossed her onto the bed The change was freeing She sank back into the soft, thick comforter, ready and ravenous for him All of him

He stood by the side of the king-size bed, watching her with a hungry look that e lines terab a pencil andbetween her legs overruled her artistic instinct Later, she'd paint him half-dressed and hard Everywhere

He made quick work of the buttons on his conservative pale-blue shirt, revealing a sprinkling of brown hair tinged with dawn's orange Her gaze traveled down to his cock pushing against its denim prison Time for a jailbreak

She rose to her knees and reached for his jeans, her tongue tasting the indent above his hipbone If her history professors had looked like hiers, clumsy with lust, fumbled with the stiff button while herthe past few hours in the Paris Casino's s she couldn't place at first

It hit her at the sah the hole—a new book, cracked open for the first time

Holding her breath, she lowered his zipper at a turtle's pace, wanting to draw out the anticipation as he'd done for her, to take him to the same nearly delirious plane The end result did not disappoint Thick, hard and heavy, his dick was a woirth and lowered her head to lick the salty pre-cum from its tip

Sah her hair “If you do any more of that, I won't be able to control myself”

She stroked hihly overrated”

He groaned and slid her up his hard body, until they were face-to-face There was nothing sweet or soft about his kiss Hard and deh her body Her clit ached to be touched She couldn't wait any longer

Josie broke the kiss long enough to pull her T-shirt over her head and drop it to the floor, then sought his lips again The air crackled around the she hadn't experienced before

They tu the overabundance of pillows to the floor There were no words HandsTension in her stohter Clothes disappeared, replaced by a condom that for all Josie knew had appeared out of thin air

Her nipples hardened under his tongue She writhed on the bed His fingers traced lines down her sides, stopping at her hips and leaving a trail of fire on her da her ankles at the s him forward

“Fuck me, Sam, I can't wait”