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I’m not sure what I expected from Audrey, but this amount of confidence, sensuality and sexiness was not it.

“Audrey,” I groan. “Please.”

“Please what?” Her fingers skirt dangerously close to my clit. I raise my hips, hoping to feel her touch, but she pulls her fingers away.

“Um…”

“Please finish you?”

“Yes.”

“Or please tease you mercilessly until all I have to do is ask you to come and you will, without touching you at all.” She bites my shoulder and pinches my nipple.

My entire body jerks, a heady mix of pain and pleasure coursing through every inch of me.

“You are very close, aren’t you?”

“God, yes.”

“Hmm,” she hums into my ear. “I can’t wait to watch you come, but first, I want to feel your skin against mine. Undress me.” She nips my earlobe, and my knees nearly buckle beneath me.

It isn’t easy, I’m not going to lie. I’m trembling with desire, and my fingers have forgotten how to grasp the hem of her tank and pull it over her head. Audrey unhooks her bra and tosses it aside, and my mouth waters at the sight of her full breasts and hardened nipples. My body thrums with the need to touch Audrey, to kiss between her breasts, to take them into my mouth, to feel Audrey’s hand on my head, arching her back and pushing her breasts deeply into my mouth.

“I’ll eventually let you do everything you’re thinking right now after I get my fill of you,” Audrey says, and licks her lips.

“Jesus Christ,” I say, and nearly come on the spot.

Audrey blesses me with another wicked grin before her lips meet mine. It’s tender and gentle, and she runs her tongue lightly against my lips, asking for more, not demanding. My heart hammers in my chest as Audrey takes possession of my mind and body with the sexiest kiss I’ve ever received. The throbbing between my legs is insistent, demanding to be sated.

I pull away, panting, flushed, desperate. “You are sexy and gorgeous and as much as I love everything you’re doing and saying if you don’t fuck me soon, I’m going to explode.”

She pulls me close, our bodies fitting together perfectly, and crashes her lips against mine. I open completely, and let Audrey take whatever she wants. Audrey tastes so good, I cannot wait to taste the rest of her. Her fingernails scratch down my back. I shudder with pleasure and pain.

She gently pushes against my chest, and I fall back on the bed.

CHAPTER FIVE

AUDREY

A smile of anticipation lights up Toni’s gorgeous face. She’s into me being in charge.

So am I.

Her hair is an explosion of curls, dark against the white pillow. She’s lean but muscular, with multiple tan lines of varying shades on her biceps, shoulders, collarbones, and thighs. I remember the fantasies of this identical scenario I’ve had over the last few years and am trying to decide if I should kiss my way up her long, toned legs, or if I should go right to her perfect tits, when Toni slides her feet up the bed, tenting her legs, her calves shielding my view of her. She places her hands on her knees, and I lick my lips in anticipation. When she doesn’t move, our eyes meet.

“You’re in charge, remember?” she says.

Sexual power surges through me, something I haven’t felt in a very long time. My heart races with the realization Toni wants me bad enough to offer herself to me, to do exactly what I want, without a clue of what that entails. Is that trust, or lust?

Let’s see, shall we?

“Spread your legs for me,” I say. I mean it to come out authoritative, but it comes out raw and rough, and my voice breaks on the word me. My comfort zone is a tiny speck in the rearview mirror. Even before Shae, who wanted me to be a pillow princess, I wasn’t a domineering or demanding lover. But there’s something about Toni that puts me at ease. Somehow, I know that with Toni I’m safe showing this side of me, one I didn’t even realize lurked beneath my admittedly strait-laced exterior.

When Toni spreads her legs, I stop breathing.

The dark curls between her legs are soaked, her lips are wet and swollen open in invitation. I might have gasped because Toni props herself on her arms.

“What’s wrong? Do you not like, um, natural?”

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