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all?”
    “Mmm-hmm. I hoped you wouldn’t mind.”
    He caught her chin. His eyes were lambent orbs of need. “Mind? Jess, honey, this pussy—,” he sank his fingers into her curls again and tugged, “is gonna be so full of my cock that it won’t have time or need to be all covered up.”
    “But if we go out, if you get bored with me in bed—“
    He sent two hard fingers up into her soaked core this time and she bucked up off the mattress. “Neither one of us is going to be bored, I promise. Because I’m going to do such things to you, do so many things for you and me, that you won’t remember your name.”
    She stilled. Her name she didn’t want to remember! Not her married name. Not her married life! She rose up on her elbows and kissed him quickly. “Oh, Trey, how can this feel so right?”
    He searched her eyes then, deeply, briefly. “Because it is, darlin’. See, feel how right this is.” He rose over her then, his cock resting on her mound, his balls dangling between her hungry folds, and spread her out. Hands above her head, he trailed his fingers down her wrist and arms. Palming up her breasts, he formed them into cones and licked and sipped at her aching, sensitive nipples. Tracing her waist, he ran his hands under her hips, nuzzled her navel and caught her ass cheeks to force her pussy higher for his examination. There, he paused, looking at her curls. “Damn, I always loved the colour of your hair, and I always wondered if you looked like a strawberry sundae down here, too.” He sank to his elbows and leant down to plunge the tip of his tongue into her hot and needy little slit. “Sure enough,” he groaned as she did, too, “you even taste like one.”
    She was laughing, choking on the delight of his tongue teasing her. “Strawberry sundae?” She gulped as his fingers spread her wet lips open with a succulent sound, his forearms pushing her thighs wide towards the edge of the bed.
    “Yeah, yummy, baby.” He sent one finger inside her channel and she arched up at the thick invasion. “You are so wet for me. Let’s see if you want more.” He put another finger inside her and slid out again. Then he plumped her lips up so that she felt the brush of his breath touch her where no man’s ever had. “I want to see your clit. Oh, yeah. Big and swollen for me, isn’t it?” He kissed it and she bucked. “I want—“ he tickled her clit with the tip of his tongue, “—to make it bigger.” He licked her. “Harder. Think I can?”
    “Ohhh, yes!” She dug up handfuls of the coverlet. “Can you do it now? Please?”
    He was so good about obeying her. Sinking down, he put his whole mouth over her open pussy, madly and loudly sucking on her until his tongue came out to drag over her clit in a determined homage that made her keen and yell at him to, “Come inside me. Oh, now.”
    Lifting his face, he grinned at her. “No.” He rubbed her clit with two deft fingers, making her moan as he bent to her again. “You’ll scream for me first.” This time, he spread her labia wide and kissed his way all the way around one and the other. Then he sat on his haunches and toyed with her clit, rolling it, rubbing it, licking it, sucking it over and over to make her thrash like a mad woman.
    She was floating, flowing, soaked with cream, swelling inside with a mindless ardour like she’d never felt, never imagined. “Trey, Trey, you are killing me here, honey!”
    He rested his cheek against her thigh. “Am I, darlin’?” He bit her lightly on one of her folds and the sharp thrill of his teeth set her to grinding her own. “Let me see what I can do to make it all better.”
    He put his mouth to her with a delicate determination, his tongue laving her clit, two fingers seated deep inside her sensitive, tender channel. With a rhythm that astounded her, he stroked her inside and out so that she seemed to rise above them both to pound and quake in an orgasm that had her screaming and him pushing her