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Okay, he didn’t want to do that. Oh, he liked playing, but it had been too long, and frustration at the game—even though he had started it—made his tone rougher than usual.

“And how do you suggest I go about that?”

She frowned but didn’t open her eyes. “There’s no need to get so upset. I’m not really sure what to do. I mean, how do I tell you how to do things?”

The worry in her voice brought him back to his senses. He needed to remember that for Cynthia, this was new. Chris imagined she would have never chosen this path before him. “Why don’t I just start, and you tell me what you like, what you don’t like, and we work from there?”

She caught her lip between her teeth and nodded.

Cautiously, he leaned forward and rasped his tongue over her nipple. He exhaled deeply and took the nipple into his mouth, sucking on it while he moved his hand up her body to her other breast. He rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he continued to work the first with his mouth. He teased both until they stood at attention.

He lifted his head and smiled. “So, what would you like for me to do now?”

Without opening her eyes, she took him by the back of the neck and pulled him down for a wet, almost-make-him-come kiss. Even as her tongue stole past his lips, she grabbed his hand and dragged it down to her pussy. Moist heat warmed his skin, and when he moved it against her, her juices dampened his hand.

She broke away from the kiss to emit a deep-throated moan that ran down his spine. “Use your fingers.”

Wanting to push her further into her role, he teased, “But I am.”

She opened her eyes slightly and frowned at him. “Slip them inside.”

He did, without breaking eye contact, and was thrilled to see her eyes go blank with passion, then slide shut as her muscles clamped down on his fingers. He continued his torment, and every so often he brushed against her clit. Soon, her hips were moving in rhythm with his fingers. He could tell from her movements that she was getting frustrated. A moment later, she opened her eyes and said, “I want your mouth on me.”

“Hmmm.” He pulled his fingers out, brushing against her clit one last time. He settled between her legs, his head above her belly. Kissing her navel, he smiled when the muscles quivered beneath his lips.

“Not there.”

He glanced up and cocked an eyebrow, then leaned forward to kiss just below her bellybutton. “How about here?”

Her fingers grabbed the quilt. “No.”

Moving an inch lower, he kissed her again, this time swiping his tongue against her skin. “Here?”

She growled, the sound of it music to his ears. The aggressiveness was new to her, and a step forward for both of them.

“No.” Lifting herself to her elbows, she looked down at him. “I want your mouth on my…pussy.”

There was no doubt in his mind—that had been an order. He ducked his head to hide the smile curving his lips. She might take it the wrong way. Pride marched hand in hand with desire. He lowered his mouth to just inches away from her. Taking a deep breath, he drank in the musky scent of her arousal. Anticipation skated along his nerve endings as he lowered his mouth and pressed it to her sex.

Sweet, hot, with a touch of spice, she tasted better than he remembered. His tongue dove between her drenched folds and then skimmed up to tease her clit. He continued this pattern, stealing inside, teasing that hard clit, until she moved her legs to rest on his shoulders. As he felt his own body responding more, his balls drawing up, his cock ready to explode, he slid his hands beneath her ass, lifting her closer. He couldn’t get enough of her. Nothing had ever tasted as good as Cynthia.

He concentrated on her clit and slipped a finger inside of her.Holy Jesus.Her muscles contracted around him, and all he could think of was what it would feel like to thrust his cock back into that tight cunt.

Her moans increased, and her hands came to rest on his head, keeping him in place as he feasted. He increased the suction on her clit, and she came apart a moment later, his name on her lips as she convulsed.

“Oh, fuck yes, Chris!”

He lifted his head but had little time to enjoy the view as she was already tugging him up her body. Without another thought, he obeyed, dragging himself up and over and entering her in one hard thrust.

Never before had it felt so right. Wet, pulsing, she surrounded him. He pushed himself up to his hands, her legs still draped over his shoulders, and began to move. Cynthia twisted her head from side to side as her pussy clamped down hard on his cock. He changed the angle of his thrusts and pushed her over the edge. As her muscles gripped his shaft, they pulled him into his own orgasm, his mind going blank to everything but pleasure.

Chapter Ten

The next morning Cynthia sat at Chris’s kitchen table reading over the latest texts from Anna, a cup of Kona coffee at her elbow. Chris was at the stove cooking pancakes he insisted on making her.

Anna:I take everything back. You shouldn’t be independent. Come back to Georgia.

Cynthia: What happened?

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