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sprawl takes up most of the bed. I slip from beneath the unneeded covers and blanket him instead.
    Strong arms band easily around my waist. The thick length of his cock creates the perfect hump to rub my pussy on while I taste him one more time. Only now, I don’t stop with a nibble on his parted mouth or a swirl of my tongue over his. Instead, I skim along his jaw to his chin then lower down his neck.
    His moan vibrates my lips. I pause to torture him. When he shivers beneath me, I smile against the curve of his shoulder.
    “Screw slow and gentle.” He tugs at his shirt. I refuse to budge and allow him room to disrobe.
    “No, you had it right the first time.” I toy with the skin just above his collar for a moment before flicking open the top button of his shirt. “Let me unwrap my present.”
    “ Verdomme. ” He chokes a little when I lap at the sexy dip in the base of his throat.
    “Feels more like heaven to me.” I thread the next button through its hole with trembling fingers. I can hardly believe I’m lucky enough to have this man all to myself. For now. A flash of him in the swingers’ club we discussed earlier zips through my mind. Would it fill me with pride to watch him thrill someone else? Or would jealousy overcome my appreciation for his dissolute talents?
    “Yes.” He buries his fingers in my hair, massaging my scalp. All thoughts but here and now fade from my mind with the sure press of his hands.
    I graze my teeth across the freshly exposed landscape of his firm pecs while I torture him with the unfastening of another few inches of his shirt. I worship the series of small hills that stand witness to the eons he spends training at the gym. I study him as though he’s a statue come to life. Only the finest artist could have devised a form so spectacular. It’s hard to pinpoint when my ideal for all things masculine became embodied by him. Any flaws I used to notice have long since faded into comfortable familiarity.
    “Don’t stop.” He caresses my check. “Unless you’ll let me return the favor.”
    “I’m not finished playing yet.” I nip his belly, savoring his grunt and the involuntary thrust of his hips. The motion presses his abdomen to my face. “You can take a turn in a while.”
    “I hope my heart doesn’t blow a gasket before then.” He flings his arm over his eyes as though he can’t bear to watch without wresting the lead from me.
    “You’d never leave me hanging like that.” I draw a heart around his belly button with the tip of my manicured index finger.
    “You’re making it hard.” He groans.
    “That’s sort of the point.” I cup him through his jeans, squeezing the length of his denim-clad cock while I lick a line just above his waistband.
    “Sarah.” His moan doesn’t sound like a plea. He won’t tell me what to do. The freedom to explore and touch as I see fit is a luxury I’m not often able to indulge. Satisfying other people’s urges, fulfilling their wishes, is what I love to do. But here, with him, sex isn’t a job. It’s what I need.
    I peel the flaps of his shirt to each side, revealing the full expanse of his chest. The sight has me grinding on his thigh in a slow circle destined to expand the wet spot forming on my lacy panties.
    His nipples draw tight, tempting me beyond reason. I flick the flat of my tongue across one before consuming the other with a strong draw of my lips.
    Rick’s palm slaps on the mattress. His jaw clenches and his neck cords.
    I straddle his narrow waist to shove the shirt from his shoulders. He lifts to facilitate the process, allowing me to slide the fabric down his ripped arms and off his wrists before flinging it to the far recesses of our shelter. The incline of his torso grants me better access. I suck on him, shifting from side to side, leaving my fingers to pinch and play when my lips migrate to his other nipple.
    It’s a pleasure most men deny themselves though I’m not sure why. All I know is that Rick has