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in deep, she did.

The orgasm rocked her body with spasms unlike any she’d ever known. Her head fell back as she cried out desperately with each electrifying wave of heat that shook her. It was like an earthquake inside her body, and like her earlier climax with him, it didn’t stop when she expected it to—it stretched out, the waves of pleasure coming and coming and coming, until her throat began to hurt from screaming with each one.

When finally it waned, she looked at him, peering into those blue, blue eyes, feeling like she could be content this way forever.

“Tell me how full your pussy is,” he whispered.

She moaned at the very thought. “My pussy is so stretched beyond capacity, baby, that I feel like your cock is the biggest part of me right now.”

“Oh, that’s it,” he breathed, and he pumped up into her hard, only one jarring stroke before his hot groans filled the air and she felt him emptying deep inside her—warm spurts spattering the walls of her cunt.

When he went still, she leaned in until their foreheads touched, and they stayed silent as they both recovered.

“Kiss me,” he whispered finally, and their lips met in a blinding crush, as if trying to take in still more of each other somehow. The long, rough kiss shook her senses.

Afterward, a small smile graced his face. “Let’s go lay down. You wore me out.”

* * * * *

Chris had had every intention of going to sleep, but he couldn’t. He was so consumed with her, he couldn’t stop wanting more. More exploration, more touching and kissing, more of her sweet, sweet pussy—that tight, beautiful pussy that had indeed taken his cock and fucked him so well. It had felt like the supreme victory, the ultimate connection with a woman.

Because you had to work so hard for it, he told himself. Because the time spent leading up to it was so intense.

That had to be the explanation, because even as he’d known this wouldn’t be just another fuck, he remained amazed by the white hot passion that had burned between them, by the smoldering embers that still wouldn’t let him sleep.

“How’s your pussy, angel?” He lay on his side next to her, grazing his palm over her stomach and onto the lower curve of her breast. “Is it sore?”

She tilted her head on her pillow. “Maybe. It’s definitely tired,” she said with a sated smile.

His gaze drifted down to her newly shaven mound. He’d nearly combusted from the excitement of shaving her, and even now, the memory made him tremble. “So pretty, baby,” he said, brushing his fingertips over the silky slit. “Turn on your side for a minute, so you can look in the mirror.”

When she did, he let his hand glide down the hourglass shape of her waist, hip, thigh, from behind. “Look how pretty your cunt is.”

Gazing in the mirror, he saw her bite her lip as she studied the bare flesh between her thighs.

Reaching down, he lifted her leg in his palm, stroking her inner thigh and making her slit gape slightly so she could see what it looked like that way. He heard her draw in her breath as she spied the pink center surrounded by smooth skin.

Lowering her thigh, he rolled her onto her back again, leaning over to bestow a kiss on one distended pink nipple. But he knew he wanted more than that—after another peek at those pink folds and her beautifully protruding clit, he wanted the taste of her on his tongue.

“Mmm,” she sighed.

He shot her a playful, sexy look. “I’m sorry I worked your pussy so hard tonight. I should kiss it and make it better.”

Her smile was the shy one he’d come to know.

Easing down her body, he parted her legs and positioned himself in between.

Wet furrows beckoned him, but he simply studied them for a moment, still entranced by her new nudity there. Finally, he pressed his tongue against her dark opening and licked upward through her inner lips and onto her clit.

“Ohhhh…” she moaned.

Tasting her salty hot juice on his tongue, he closed his mouth and swallowed the thin bit of liquid, wanting to feel her essence stretching all through him. “You taste so good, angel.”

After another long, laving pass with his tongue, he began concentrating solely on her clit, delivering firm licks over the turgid nub that poked from the top of her slit. Above him, she emitted a series of quick, hot moans, making his cock harder when she spread her legs farther, as wide as she could.

Within moments, she was lifting herself against his mouth and he latched onto her clit with his lips, sucking as if it were a large nipple, drawing on it deeply, trying to make it grow bigger, longer, make it become more engorged. At the same time, he flicked his tongue over the firm nub within his mouth.

He watched her as he worked, her eyes shut, her pale lips parted in passion, her fingers curling tight into the bedcovers.

Your breasts, angel—touch your breasts.

Chris had seen so many breasts since his arrival in Key West that it was astonishing to him that any woman’s had the same intense power over him as they had when he was a teenager and the wonder of a woman’s body was new. Yet Carrie’s large, round breasts, with their perfect pink crests, nearly made him crazy. Not touching them on the Party Barge had been pure torture, and now they provided the most pleasing landscape—or would that be bodyscape?—to his hungry eyes as he pleasured her pussy with his mouth. He loved watching their gentle jiggle as she pumped her cunt against him, the way their weight rested slightly to either side as she lay on her back, a natural sway.

Then, as if she were reading his mind—or maybe just, again, letting go of her inhibitions—her palms slid up over the two mounds of flesh.

Oh yes, angel. Squeeze them for me.

Her

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