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He waited

Her gaze swept lower

Color flooded her face

Dio! He could feel hi possible Any harder, any bigger and surely he would die

“Emily”

His voice was rough Her head caht it to hi sound as her palain, a kitten’s tongue, and slicked across her bottom lip

He shut his eyes Concentrated on—on anything but this Counted silently to five To ten…

And almost went to his knees when her hand reached inside his fly and wrapped around his fevered flesh

He groaned

She sighed his name

Her fingers ainst him in delicate exploration His head fell back

“Does this please you?” she whispered

He gave a broken laugh She started to pull back; his closed his fingers over hers and taught her to let her hand ride him as he would soon ride her

He was going to come from this, only from this, from her touch but he didn’t want her to stop, didn’t want this to end…

A shudder went through him