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asked, using the fingertips of both hands to spread her pussy so that it was wide open, wet pink flesh exposed.

“Oh yeah, baby,” he murmured, bending to drag a long, firm lick from her parted inner lips up to her clit. “Cher jolie pussy.”

“Oooh.”

He did it again, and again, licking up her sweet juice, absorbing her taste and scent until it was all he knew. Then he pulled back, noted how open her little hole was, and pushed two fingers inside. “Oh, oh…mmm, God,” she whimpered above him as he moved his fingers in and out, softly fucking her. “Oh, more,” she murmured, so he added a third finger and fucked her with them harder as he resumed tonguing her sweet, swollen clit. She moved against his mouth, soft, then more urgently. He laved her as roughly as he could, aware she was growing hotter and hotter beneath his ministrations. “God…oh God…yes, baby…lick my pussy, lick my pussy…oh yes, lick it, lick it.”

Jack didn’t mind following her commands this time—he happily lapped up all her sweet fluid, wanting to make her come so good that she’d never forget it. He drove his fingers into the sopping wetness of her opening over and over in rhythm with the movements of his tongue on her clit. Harder, harder, harder, and above him she kept whimpering and sighing her hot demands. “Lick me…oh God, yes, lick me more.”

He licked her again and again, felt her passion growing, tightening, felt her literally fucking his mouth with the thrusts of her pelvis, and basked in the feeling until finally she said, “Oh yes, now, baby, now—I’m coming for you,” and her moans got higher in pitch, her movements more jerky, her pussy convulsing against his tongue in sweet pulsing waves. Her expression stayed wrenched with ecstasy as she rode the orgasm out, whimpering, groaning…until finally she went softer, quieter, and he released her from his mouth and rose up into her arms.

“How was it?” he whispered a moment later.

“Mmm,” she moaned. “Incredible.”

“Better than with Felicia at the club?”

She laughed. “Jealous?”

“Hardly. I just like to think I can do more to keep you happy than some girl you don’t know.”

She smiled into his eyes and he realized they’d actually known each other only a few days. And why the hell did he care whether he or Felicia had given her a better orgasm? Ego, he answered himself quickly. Just ego.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “Because what you did to me just now…”

“Oui?”

Her next words came on a pretty sigh. “I’ve never felt anything so good in my life.”

He let an arrogant smile unfurl on his face—he couldn’t help it. “Well, chere, get ready for the next best thing.” Then he lifted her legs over the sides of the chair, spreading her wider still, and rose up to join her, planting his knees at either side of her raised thighs. Sliding his shaft over her wet pink flesh just once, he then thrust it deep inside her.

“Oh, God,” she whimpered again.

He leaned in close to her face. “You like that, darlin’?”

“Unh,” was all she seemed capable of saying.

“Want more?”

“Mmm. Please, baby.”

Surprised by the tender begging, he granted her request with pleasure, sliding his hard cock in and out of her tight opening. The position they were in allowed them both to look down to where their bodies joined and watch his length glide in to the hilt, then halfway back out.

 “Look how wet you get me,” he said.

So wet that each time he moved in her, they could hear it.

“Can you fuck me harder?” she purred.

She sounded so tender now, gentle as a kitten. “I like it when you ask sweet like that, darlin’,” he said, “so get ready to take as much as you can handle.”

He made good on the promise, increasing the power of his strokes, pounding his cock into her juicy cunt until she was crying out with each hot thrust, screaming so intensely that, if he hadn’t seen the ecstasy on her face, he’d have wondered if she were in pleasure or pain. He drove into her relentlessly, never stopping to give either of them a rest, half-amazed that he could keep going this way as close to erupting as he’d been so many times tonight. He fucked and fucked and fucked her, his cock seeming to grow ever more rigid, his balls slapping against her until his pleasure was so deep, so replete, that he finally gave it up. “Damn, baby, here I go,” he breathed, and then he felt himself shooting inside her, emptying long and hard as a ferocious moan left him. As his entire pelvis spasmed in climax, he lost himself in the total bliss that overtook his body, and then finally he came back down to earth, feeling so weak he sank into her arms like a baby, both of them lying half in and half out of the chair now.

“Merde, you’re so damn good,” he breathed, letting his head rest on her breast.

Sleep was swallowing him already when he heard her say, through a fog, “Let’s get in bed.”

Oui, good idea, his sleep-hazed mind thought, although it was a struggle to physically make it happen. When he collapsed on the mattress, he had just enough strength to pull her lush body to his. “I wanna hold you,” he heard himself whisper, and then sleep took him away.

* * * * *

Liz woke up the next morning, fully aware that she lay in Jack’s bed naked. Waking these last few mornings had been sweeter than ever before, since she’d never felt so alive, never understood until now the depth of pleasure sex could bring.

He lay next to her sleeping peacefully, his hair tousled against a sage-green pillowcase, his jaw covered with dark stubble. She enjoyed just watching him like that, so at rest. She also enjoyed knowing he was just as bare as her beneath the sheets. Seeing his body for the first time last night had nearly taken