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her knees to let him get a good look. It was so sexy, to see
her laid out for his pleasure. Blake took his time crossing the two steps it
took to be standing over her, straddling her hips. He looked down his torso,
beyond his cock, which was twitching back to life again, and reveled in the
fact that she was writhing a little.
    He sank to his knees, reached for her wrists and grasped
them over her head. Leaning in, he brushed her lips with his, once, twice, and
then ran his tongue across her jaw. Liza groaned and pushed her hips up, trying
to grind her mound against him. He growled and tightened his grip, letting her
know he would control the pace from now on. “Hold the blanket,” he ordered.
    She glanced over her head then back at him. He read the
concern on her face easy enough. “It’s okay, baby,” he whispered against her
neck before nipping her earlobe. “You can let go anytime you want.” She looked
back at her hands once more and then in his eyes, before she took hold of the
tattered edge of the fabric, getting a handful of hay as well. The hint of fear
there gave Blake pause.
    “You can stop this anytime you want, Liza.”
    Liza nodded at him but said nothing. Instead, she gripped
the blanket tighter and turned her head, giving him access to her throat and
letting her actions speak for her. Blake heard himself growl as he went back to
work on her ear, nipping at the lobe, teasing with his tongue. He inched his
way down her neck, letting go of her hands, fingers trailing the soft flesh of
her inner arms as he maneuvered lower. Liza wiggled as he took her right breast
in his mouth, pushing it to him, begging, whimpering. He had no intention of
hurrying. She had given him a very fine orgasm, and he intended to return the
favor in spades. “Easy, baby.” He breathed over her wet nipple before moving to
the other, giving it the same attention. “Open for me.”
    Her head was tilted back, eyes closed. “What?”
    “Open your legs.”
    She complied, moving slowly, watching his face intently as
he readjusted to a kneeling position between her thighs. Blake had to hold
back. He wanted to push forward and drive his cock into her wet pussy, hard.
That would come, but first he wanted to taste her, taste the evidence of her
arousal that was shining in the lamplight. “So beautiful.” His hands were at
her breasts, stroking lightly as he lowered his head and nuzzled her curls with
his chin. Liza held on to the blanket even tighter as he lowered his lips to
her pussy. Blake thought he heard the cotton give way and rip under the
pressure of her grip.
    His tongue did a quick, light pass over her swollen lips,
her scent, the soft feel of her sending him damn near over the edge. He dove
in, teasing her with pressure on her heated clit, drawing it in with his lips
and squeezing. Liza dug her heels into his thighs and pushed her hips to his
face. He released one breast and, without warning, used that hand to push two
fingers inside her. She lifted off the floor, the blanket ripped farther and
she shouted his name as he felt her convulse around his fingers. Moving his
fingers in and out, he urged her orgasm on, tormenting her clit with a pointed
tongue until she started to ease back.
    “Blake! Please…” Still arched, her skin was flushed and her
hair spread out in a tangled mess of torn blanket and hay. Blake had never seen
a woman so taken by passion in his life. He scrambled to get a condom from the
pocket of his discarded pants and roll it over his near-bursting cock. When he
started to slide between her legs again, she closed them.
    “What’s the matter?”
    “I wanna ride,” she purred as she got to her knees. “Lie
down, Mr. Dean.”
    Despite the levity of her comments, her eyes held an intense
wanting that made Blake even harder. He rolled onto his back, overwhelmed by
the sexy creature straddling him. She reached for his shaft and rubbed it over
her swollen flesh only once before sliding herself all the way