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head?” he asked. 
    Libby didn’t answer.  She didn’t have to. Dipping her head, she circled her tongue over the glistening head of his cock, licking him with slow, thorough strokes that elicited a harsh groan from him. Growing even bolder, she closed her lips over the plum shaped head and sucked gently while stroking him with her tongue. 
    “Enough— I’ve been waiting for this for over a year and I’ll be damned if it’s going to end before I’m ready,” he seethed while pushing her back onto the bed and coming down on top of her. 
    The heat of his body on hers with his rasp of hair and roughened skin rubbing against hers was almost too much. Along with the delicious feeling of firm, sculpted muscle pressing against her, had her arching against him, eager and wanting. “We can take our time later—I need you to hurry,” she urged. 
    Gavin drew her arms up, clasping both her hands in one of his and holding them above her head, pinned to the mattress.
    The pose thrust her breasts upward, her pebbled nipples begging for his touch. “You made me wait, Libby...” he whispered while circling those taut peaks with his fingertips. “Running off the way you did. It’s only fair that you experience some delayed gratification, too.”
    His teasing touch was far gentler than she wanted it to be and panting softly, Libby couldn’t help but recall that night. She’d stood in the darkened corridor of the yacht, a party raging on just the other side of the door as Gavin had pressed her back against the wall, his mouth hot and eager on hers.
    His hands had been eager too, sliding over her shoulders, down to her breasts and then further, until he had tugged her hips against him, pressing his erection against her.
    The lust had been so intense, so undeniable, that it’d spooked her. She’d felt out of control, unsteady and worried that she was in over her head. Those things still worried her, but after a year of regretting that decision and running from passion, Libby didn’t care anymore. She didn’t just want to be in over her head, she wanted to dive in head first and revel in it. 
    Arching her back, she pressed her breasts more firmly against his palm, just as she hitched one leg up and curved it around his le an hips. The position opened her fully to him, no secrets, no barriers. Sliding her hips in a sensuous circle, she moved against him, letting him feel how hot she was for him, how achingly wet. 
    “Minx,” he muttered, lowering his head to her breasts . “You’re not the only one who can tease.” He hungrily took her taut nipple into his mouth.
    His teeth grazed sharply over the hardened bud, making her gasp. “I need you,” she said, softly.  “I ache for you to fill me, to take me. Please?”
     
    *~*~*
     
    Gavin dropped his forehead to her chest. As pleas went, it was an impossible one to resist, but it left him hollow with need, wanting her just as desperately as she appeared to want him.
    Sliding his hand from her breasts, over the softness of her belly, he touche d the slick folds of her sex. He savored the wet heat just for a moment.
    Rising up, he grasped his cock and guided it to her entrance, stroking the engorged head against h er opening, teasing them both.
    He was taken off guard w hen he felt her hands move down his back, coasting gently until they reached his buttocks she grasped him firmly and pressed, just as she arched her hips up, taking him in.
    With the head of his cock piercing her slick entrance, Gavin knew that he was lost. Sinking into the heat of her, feeling the damp, silky sheath clenching around him, he accepted that finesse was no longer an option. There would be time for that later, he hoped. 
    F or the moment, he could do nothing more than drive himself deeper into her, feeling the hot clutch of her body contracting around him, tugging him ever deeper, ratcheting the pleasure to an even greater intensity.
    Tangling his fingers into her dark auburn hair, he