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His eyebrowsdrew together and the smile faded from his lips. “No. You don’t.”

“Good.” It onlytook her a minute to recover her bright mood and excitement. She grinned downat him again and stroked his chest with her palms. She straddled his hips andspent a few minutes exploring his body and trying to figure out what kind ofcaresses pleased a man the most.

Despite thenumber of times she and Ander had had sex, she’d generally done more receivingthan giving.

After a fewminutes of stroking and fondling—and a few experimental kisses on his chest andabdomen—she could feel Ander tightened beneath her. The muscles of his bellyand thighs had visibly tensed. She felt a strange thrill of power at theability to cause such a response in a man as cool and composed as Ander.

He was lettingher do this. And he wasn’t close to out of control. But still...

She could seehis erection growing under the slick fabric of his boxers. She was definitelyturning him on.

Unless he wasjust doing his mental thing and trying to affirm her self-confidence.

She frowned atthat thought. But as her hands lingered at his waistband with a silent questionand he nodded mutely, she had trouble believing it was all an act. He wasperspiring again and his body was palpably tense. When she gently pulled downhis underwear, his cock was close to fully erect.

“May I?” sheasked, clearing her throat when her voice broke. She’d never caressed himintimately before. She always wondered if that was off-limits unless she paidfor a blow job.

He noddedagain, something quiet and intense in his gaze. His eyes had been focused onher face, but they lowered to where her hands wrapped around his erection.

He sucked in asharp breath as she felt and squeezed his firm, warm shaft. He hardened evenmore beneath her touch.

His subtleresponses were turning her on with remarkable speed. She shifted a little,uncomfortably aroused despite the sex she’d had not long before.

She fondled andexplored his shaft and balls for several minutes, until she was almostsquirming with arousal and Ander was having trouble lying still. He keptadjusting slightly, moving his hips or his arms. His body had clenched up likea fist, but he hadn’t spoken. And he hadn’t pulled away.

“Ready?” heasked when she moved her hands away, letting his cock rest on his lower belly.His voice was thick.

“Yeah.”

He sat up andeased her down onto her back. “Foreplay?” he asked, smoothly pushing slippery Chinesesilk up past her thighs and hips.

She shook herhead against the pillow. “That was enough for me. You can fuck me now.”

He stared downat her for a minute, and she couldn’t understand the intensity of hisexpression. Then he reached for another condom and the lube, and she didn’t letthe question distract her from what was more urgent.

“You want totry a new position?” he asked, his voice more natural than it had been earlieras he took care of preliminaries.

“Sure. What didyou have in mind?” He’d never guided her into an uncomfortable or demeaningposition. Occasionally, she started out a little embarrassed, but she’d alwaysgrown to like each new position eventually.

He adjustedonto his knees between her legs, parted her thighs even more, and lifted herhips slightly. Then he slowly slid inside her.

She felt himdeeply in this position, and her legs felt a little loose and ungainly, hangingdown on either side of his body. She was glad she was still wearing her gownbecause it felt like the excess flesh of her belly wouldn’t be displayedattractively. The penetration felt really good, though, and she liked howclearly she could see Ander’s body and expression.

She breatheddeeply and relaxed the way Ander had taught her, and she felt spiralingpleasure on his first thrust.

He startedslow, taking his time. She tried to move with him, although he had more controlover her pelvis than she did. After several pleasing minutes, she finally felta climax coalescing at her center. Her motion grew a little jerkier and shestretched her arms out spread-eagle, fisting her fingers.

“How is it?” Anderasked, his voice thick again.

“Good,” shemumbled, tossing her head a little. “Gonna come.”

His rhythm spedup some, his hips working ceaselessly between her thighs. His expression wastight, almost rigid, and his eyes never left her face.

The pleasuregrew and Lori’s motion became more clumsy and frantic, her hands fumblingdesperately for purchase on the bed and her head and hips moving restlessly.After a few more minutes, she came, with a smothered whimper and a dramaticarch of her back.

Ander sucked inan audible breath as her muscles clamped down on his cock, but his rhythmdidn’t falter. He kept thrusting through the contractions and continued afterher body had softened. Then he moved a hand down toward where they were joinedso he could rub her clit.

As the minutespassed and he fucked her with a steady, pleasurable rhythm, Lori’s body keptresponding with shameless eagerness. She came again. And then again. And thenagain. She didn’t feel like screaming this time, but kind of swallowed overeach cry of release.

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