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man had incredible control.  Imagining him losing that control didn’t scare her as much as she would have thought.  Rather, it aroused her even more, but she knew it was because it was a fantasy. 
    His thighs trembled.  “Here I come,” he yelled just before his cock jerked and a jet of cum hit her tongue.  She moaned and sucked harder, demanding more, relishing everything he gave her.   It kept coming and she swallowed it all, not wanting a single drop to go to waste.  When his hips finally relaxed, she lightened the pressure, but she didn’t stop sucking him.  Licking him.  He let her do what she wanted long after she thought he would.  Finally, she pulled back and licked her lips. 
    He looked dazed, with a smile on his blissed-out face.  Pride thrummed through her.  She’d never put that particular expression on a man’s face before.  Scooting upward, she cupped his face with her hand and his eyes flickered open.  He took her hand and brought it to his mouth.  Kissed her palm and then the back of her hand it an old-world, courtly gesture that reminded her of knights in shining armor who rescued princesses, slaying dragons if they had to. 
    “You’re incredible,” he murmured.
    No.  He was the incredible one.  How could a man so strong and dominant in real life be so giving in bed?  Lightly, she caressed his bulging biceps.  Leaned down and kissed one.  Tugged on the wrists that even now kept his palms locked behind his head.  Her skin felt tight and there was no mistaking the feel of the cream that coated her panties.  “I think—I think I want you to touch me now,” she whispered.
     

CHAPTER FIVE
     
    Thank God, Noah thought, staring into Jenna’s turbulent blue eyes.  They mirrored everything she was feeling.  She’d loved making him come.  Her face was flushed with pleasure and her nipples were hard points underneath her sweater.  His mouth watered to suck on them, but he knew he couldn’t give himself that kind of freedom yet.
    He’d have kept his hands behind his head for however long she needed him to, but he’d thought he was going to die from not being able to touch her.  Somewhere.  Anywhere.  It had almost killed him not to bury his hands in her hair while she was going down on him, but he’d focused instead on the tight clasp of her mouth and the caress of her whisper-soft hair against his belly and thighs.  Slowly, he removed his hands from behind his head.
    “Show me where you want me to touch you,” he said.  “Take my wrists.”
    She did, wrapping the same fingers around his wrists that had just been wrapped around his dick.  She moved until she once again straddled him, the heat of her burning his skin even through the fabric of her jeans.  She pressed his palms against her breasts and they both groaned together.  “Oh baby,” he whispered as he gently squeezed the curves that overflowed his hands.  “Your tits are incredible.”
    His moved his hands in circles, teasing her breasts before he pinched her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.  “I’ve jacked off thinking about these beauties.  Lean down.  I want to suck on them.”
    She complied and he reared up, shoving up her sweater before capturing one hard nipple and sucking it hard through her bra.  She gasped. 
    “Do you like this?”
    She bit her lip and pushed herself deeper into his mouth, but he shook his head. “You have to talk to me, querida .  Do you like this?”
    “Yes.  Please.  Suck me…suck me harder.”
    He moved to her other breast, this time yanking down the cup of her bra before pulling the nipple into the heated cavern of his mouth.  With his other hand, he plumped her other breast, then began moving his mouth from one to the other, flicking and sucking each nipple until they were berry red and as hard as pearls.
    It was rare, but some women could come just from having their breasts played with.  It might take some work getting there, but he was