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her right nipple and he lapped at it with his tongue, her thighs shifted together and she almost unmanned him.
    "You are a surprisingly dangerous woman, Westa. I think we had better divest you of your weaponry.” He carefully pulled her t-shirt over her head and folded it as he put it aside, then reached under her arched back to loosen her bra. That was slipped off her arms with no loss of life. Her jeans didn't fight him, but her sneakers did. Her shoes knotted themselves until he was forced to slip them off her heels. “I'll untie them in the morning."
    As the socks flew to freedom, she was left wearing only a sensible set of cotton panties that moved off her at his touch as if coated with Teflon. Nude and a little self-conscious she moved back until seated against the padded headboard and watched his own unveiling.
    Her nails had made their way into his skin as the red welts showed. His shirt was a ruin of silk and it came apart in his hands. His jeans slid off and his shoes had disappeared before she had gotten up the nerve to start watching him.
    "You are lovely, Lucky. All ivory and satin skin."
    She tried to reply, but her mouth simply opened, then snapped shut. Witty repartee in this kind of situation was not a skill she possessed. He seemed to understand and moved onto the bed, moving with a slow catlike crawl that had his impressive erection nudging between her thighs and his back arching so that he could give her a kiss.
    Another sudden wave of shyness made her duck her head and place tender, affectionate kisses upon the scratches that she had left on his shoulders. She flicked her tongue out to touch the abraded skin and was rewarded with his groan of reaction. His fingers were caressing her from shoulder to hip, collarbone to thigh and back again. She relaxed under his touch and her thighs moved apart an inch. His hips took advantage of her shift and soon, the head of his cock was lodged at her entrance.
    It was the slowest penetration she had ever heard of. He kissed, licked and touched every part of her while inching ever so slowly into her. She locked her ankles behind his butt and tried to pull him in faster, but it wasn't working. She twisted her hips against him and attempted to corkscrew herself. That one was pointless as well. He was proceeding at his pace and nothing she could say or do would speed him up. She simply had to enjoy the slowest fuck of all time.
    After what seemed like hours, he was firmly buried inside her. He lowered his face to hers and they enjoyed a sweet kiss that moved into a ravenous ravaging as she grabbed his hair to hold him in place and used her tongue to tease and torment his mouth. As she snarled at him, his hips bucked against her and she came, a shuddering release of tension that had built since she met him.
    Her nails dug into his back and she held him to her as her body continued to shudder around him. Gasping with relief, tears in her eyes, she only had one thing to say as she met his smug gaze. “Again.” That one word made lust flare and lit the blue of his eyes with an unholy purpose.
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Chapter Six
    Writhing in the sheets until the wee hours of the morning, they tried over a dozen positions and Westa learned a thing or two. The first was that she really liked the reverse cowgirl position, the second was that she was hanging around with a guy who only came twice in an eight hour period, and yet he never seemed to be in a hurry.
    When she opened her eyes there were a few things that she had to reflect on. She would have called his stamina almost supernatural, except he was. Sadly, she wasn't and she was sore. Really sore. She was also sticky, really sticky. She had come more times than she could count with him under, over and in her, and her body was telling her she was really out of practice. She remembered when, true to his word, he had moved to get up to sleep on the couch, how she grabbed his hand and kept him in the bed.
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