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flutter just at her entrance, the sudden pressure of his lips on one
of her folds, and flickering or suction on her clit. As he progressed, he
dropped the techniques she didn’t like as much and focused on the ones she did.
    As the physical
pleasure intensified, she bent up her legs involuntarily so she could press her
feet down into the mattress, and she clutched the headboard so desperately her
fingers were sore.  He was spending more and more time at her clit. And, as he
gave it a series of hard sucks, Lori’s spine arched up off the mattress.
    She panted
desperately, her unsteady inhalations loud and fast in the otherwise quiet
room. She knew something was about to happen. The coiled tension below her
belly couldn’t tighten much more without breaking.
    Then Ander
moved his mouth away, causing her to make a disappointed mew.
    “I’m sorry,” he
said, clearing his throat when his voice came out a little hoarse. “May I make
a suggestion?”
    “Of course. I
told you earlier I wanted some directions. I thought I was about to come.”
    “I think you
were. But you’re clenched so tight that some of the pleasure is going to get
swallowed by the tension. It will be better for you if you can relax a little
more.”
    She groaned and
rubbed at her face with one hand. “How am I supposed to relax when everything
starts feeling so good and you just know that something ...?” She trailed off
lamely, not quite sure how to describe it. In one of her books, she’d used the
phrase “hot, breathless expectation” but even that didn’t quite capture it.
    “Your instinct
will always be to tense up. But if you fight the instinct, you can enjoy the
climax more. I’m going to use my fingers again, and then I’ll use my mouth at
the same time. Why don’t you try the breathing again?”
    Lori reached up
to grab the headboard once more. But her bone-deep irony prompted her to
grumble, “You’re big on that damned breathing, aren’t you?”
    She heard a
brief, choked sound but she couldn’t see his face in order to interpret it. And
when she felt his fingers, slick with lubricant and her own fluids, penetrate
her again, she forgot to wonder about the sound.
    Despite her
words, she did as Ander suggested and started taking slow, deep breaths. The
erotic pressure built back up with startling speed as he massaged her, and then
he lowered his mouth once more to suckle at her clit through the dam. “Keep
breathing,” he murmured from over her flesh.
    As soon as the
sensations had swelled up, she’d started her frantic panting again. But now she
made herself inhale as slowly as she could, pushing down against the mattress
with her feet. Then she exhaled, feeling a sudden, intense surge of pleasure as
some of her muscles relaxed.
    Suddenly
understanding the purpose of the breathing, she focused on it even more,
allowing the growing sensations from Ander’s ministrations to take care of
themselves. She breathed deeply several more times, and on each exhale the
pleasure leapt forward.
    “Good,” Ander
murmured, rubbing at her clit with something other than his lips. His fingers
sustained a steady, stroking rhythm in her wet passage. “That’s perfect.
Breathe one more time.”
    Lori breathed
in and felt all the carnal tension at its breaking point.
    She breathed
out and the tension finally broke.
    It wasn’t a
screaming, earth-shattering orgasm from a romance novel. She didn’t cry out in
ecstasy or experience wave after wave of endless bliss. Her eyes blurred over
and her back arched up. And she made no noise except a few thick, ragged gasps.
    But it felt
really good—much better than any orgasm she’d had before—pleasure pulsing out
at the sudden release of pressure. Ander kept thrusting his fingers against the
contractions of her channel, and she vaguely heard him murmuring, “Good. Ride
it out. Just like that. That’s good.”
    When she
collapsed back onto the mattress, letting her arms drop down to her sides,