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remember?”
    Mine.  All mine, she thought dreamily.
    She pressed her mouth lightly against his and had to choke back her moan of pleasure.  His mouth was hot and he felt so good.  Her breath hitched and so did his.  He tasted tangy, like the first sip of a margarita rimmed with salt, and before she knew it her tongue slipped between his lips and rubbed against his. 
    She whimpered at the moist contact, shuddering when his tongue gently nudged hers back.  His mouth widened, inviting her in, but she drew back, confused not only by the desire that was coursing through her veins, but by the feelings that accompanied them.  Gratitude.  Admiration.  Curiosity.  They were making her see him not as a body to be used, but as a man to savor, not just for a night but perhaps for a lifetime.
    What was happening here?  Why did she suddenly feel like Noah, even though he was the naked one, could see everything that she was and more? 
    He still hadn’t touched her.  She looked at his cock and it seemed to have just gotten bigger.  From her kiss alone? 
    “Are you done kissing me or do you want more?”
    She glanced up.  His mouth was slick from her own.  “I want—I want more,” she said. 
    “Then take it.  As much as you want.”
    “You won’t—you won’t touch me?”
    “Not until you ask me to.”  He seemed to be saying that over and over, as if repetition would really make her believe it.  It was working.
    It was far easier this time to lean down and kiss him.  Soon, their breaths were soughing and she rocked her mouth against his almost desperately.  He tasted so good.  Felt so good.  Without conscious thought, her hands smoothed themselves across his chest and shoulders.  Somehow, she found herself straddling his waist, trying to get closer to him, digging her tongue deeper and deeper into his mouth.
    Suddenly, he gasped and arched upward, almost knocking her off him.  Instinctively, she pulled away, shocked to discover she’d scooted down to his thighs and had her fingers wrapped around his shaft.  Although her fingers couldn’t quite encircle him completely, she stroked him with slow, languorous pulls. 
    She looked up at him.  His eyes were bright and he was gritting his teeth as he watched her touch him.  “Is this—is this okay?”  Even as she asked, she felt a drop of moisture on her thumb and smoothed it against the tip of him.  He groaned. 
    “Better than okay,” he choked out.  “It feels so damn good.”
    Testing, she gripped him harder.  Worked her hand faster.  And still he kept his hands behind his head.  “You’re going to make me come if you keep that up,” he warned. 
    She moved until she was once again perched next to him, clearly able to see what she was doing.  Silently, her other hand joined the first until they were simultaneously pumping him.  From the corner of her eye, she watched, waiting, sure that the longer she worked him, he’d have to crack and reach for her.  But he didn’t.  Soon all her concentration focused on his dick and the way his hips were unconsciously shifting and arching into her touch.  “Fuck,” he hissed.  “Your hands feel so good.  I’m going to shoot my load, Jenna.  If you don’t want that, stop.”
    “Do you want me to stop?”
    “Hell no,” he groaned.
    She smiled.  She couldn’t believe it.  He was actually going to come without having touched her once.  It made her feel safe.  It made her feel powerful.  So much so that, after only a brief hesitation, she bent down and covered the tip of his dick with her mouth while her hands kept on working him.
    He shouted in surprise as she suckled him.  He was even saltier here, and her mouth strained to open wide enough to take him.  His flesh was hard, the bulbous head rubbing against her tongue only as far as she allowed.  He was holding back, she knew it.  Could tell that he wanted to plunge himself deep in the back of her throat, but he didn’t.  The