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“I slept very well, thank you”

Her words were pri wasn’t Neither were the little moans she couldn’t control as he touched her

“No drea down the duvet

His eyes swept over her breasts It was al theaze

“Because I dreamed,” he said “I had some wonderful dreams”

She gasped as he bent to her and closed his ue was electric Her body arched against his; her hand rose and cupped the back of his head

His hand slid over her belly Lower Lower His fingers danced over her labia She gave a sharp little cry of surrender and her thighs fell open

“I love the way your body melts under my hand”

He shifted position She was beneath hi, muscled body on hers

His finger stroked into her

She groaned

He shifted position again Just a little Just enough for his erect penis to take the place of his finger and lightly kiss her flesh

She cried out Her hips lifted; she ainst him He raised his head—he wanted to see her face as he made love to her—and she whispered “No” and used her hand to urge his mouth back to her breast

He loved that about her Her honesty

He had been with enough wo the correct sound than about pleasure, when a touch was more about the performance than the emotion