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. . . was used to keeping control of his arousal, controlling when he climaxed. Yet one touch of her hand and he felt ready to burst.

    What would happen if he just let go of control? No matter what, he didn’t want to make it obvious he used Tantric techniques. Not since he knew she’d read his book and was against the idea of Tantra. Another time, when they could discuss it. He didn’t want to ruin tonight with a possible argument.

    She smiled and stroked down his chest. Her delicate fingers brushed over his flesh, over his abs . . . toward his aching cock. He sucked in a shallow breath as she brushed over his cock again, then pushed aside the cotton of his briefs and freed his aching member.

    She wrapped both hands around his erection and simply gazed at it. It twitched within her grasp. She pressed one hand against his chest, keeping the other firmly wrapped around his shaft, then backed him up until he felt the couch behind him. He sat down and she crouched in front of him, sliding off his briefs. Then . . . oh, her lips wrapped around him and she swallowed his cockhead into her hot, moist mouth.

    “Sweetheart, that feels way too good.”

    She laughed, then began to suck, her tongue flicking over the tip of him. She glided halfway down his shaft, then back up. He swelled under her attention. Her hands wrapped around him and she stroked up and down as she sucked. Then she dove downward, taking his entire cock in her mouth.

    “Oh, honey.” His cock, so hard, throbbed with the need to release. “I might just—” He groaned in pleasure as her hands cupped his balls and she sucked deeply.

    She slipped from his cock and smiled. “Then why don’t you just . . .” She grinned and dove down on him again. She bobbed up and down, gently massaging his balls.

    He stroked his fingers through her hair as the tension built within him. He tensed and . . .

    “Sweetheart, I’m going to—”

    Before he could even finish warning her, he exploded in a mind-numbing orgasm.

    She squeezed him in her mouth and swallowed . . . squeezed and swallowed.

    Finally, she released him and he opened his arms to her. She pushed herself up and climbed onto his lap, one knee on each side of his thighs, and kissed him. The heat of her pussy, still encased in her skimpy panties—skimpy, damp panties—made his wilting cock swell again.

    “You are very good at that,” he said.

    She grinned. “Thank you.”

    He stroked a fingertip along the top of her black lace bra, itching to touch her swelling breasts. She released his shoulders and reached around behind her, thrusting her delicious breasts forward. The bra loosened and she dropped the straps off her shoulders, then teasingly ran her fingers over the cups, which still clung to her. Slowly, she drew the garment from her body, then tossed it aside, revealing her round, perfectly formed breasts, the pert, beaded nipples standing tall and hard. She cupped her breasts, then stroked her fingertips over the swollen nipples.

    His cock lurched to attention. He reached forward and cupped one soft breast in his hand. The hard nipple pressed into his palm. She pushed herself onto her knees, positioning her breasts within easy reach of his mouth. He licked one pert nipple, then covered it with his mouth. He swirled his tongue around and around, then drew it deep. She moaned and wrapped her hands around his head and drew him closer. At the feel of her aureole under his tongue and her soft whimper as he sucked on her, his cock rose to full attention.

    She reached for it and stroked, then he felt his cockhead drag across her crotch. The silk of her panties blocked direct contact, but he could feel the warm dampness of her pussy. Oh, God, he wanted to push into her right now. To impale her, then hammer into her until they both exploded in the most intense orgasm either of them had ever experienced.

    She fidgeted, then suddenly he felt her hot, moist flesh against him. She’d