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Thunder rolled.
    She pinched and rolled her tightened nipples, purring her delight in counterpoint to his plunging fingers and swirling thumb.
    The sound him easing in and out of her filled the room, the wet slide of flesh against flesh, spinning Abby's mind. She could do nothing but pant and whimper and urge him on and on--until he pulled free.
    She cried out, her body protesting with a twist of her hips and a desperate attempt to recapture the bliss. Seth's hand pressed down on her abdomen, pushing her back to the floor, then he moved one of her hands from a breast to the lush folds between her legs. She didn't protest and did what came naturally, setting her fingers to work against the pleasure point on her inner labia.
    Desire sizzled along her nerves. The familiar scent of arousal filled her mind, as did the landscape of her vulva, mapped those many nights spent masturbating on dreams of a dominant male in her bed. The impending orgasm tightened her muscles and wrapped her spine in warm waves of tension.
    A hand cupped her jaw, easing her head to one side. The head of a very aroused penis bobbed beside her. Mouthwateringly flushed and rampant, it had a satisfying size that she noted before the cocktip brushed her mouth. No confusion there!
    She opened her mouth. Seth slid in, his silk-covered cock hot and throbbing in her mouth. The musky, wild scent of sex was an entrancing spice to the weight and feel of him against her lips and tongue.
    "Good girl," Seth murmured, hunger rippling through his voice.
    He pushed forward, one easy and continuous thrust, until finding the back of her throat. She choked at the contact, her throat closing around his cock, eliciting a grunt from him. He started a slow rhythm, shuttling in and out of her mouth.
    She sucked when he pulled back and stroked him with her tongue when he returned. Time slowed; consciousness drifted. For her, there was nothing but the taste and texture of Seth as he moved with the timeless dance of conquest and retreat. Thick as her wrist, well veined and longer than her two fists stacked, he lay on her tongue and pulsed with a delicious taste and tempo.
    He leaned close and began to play with and pinch her nipples, teasing them with equal parts pleasure and pain.
    She traced every ridge and vein with her tongue, licking along the impressive girth. He swelled in her mouth, pushing deep. She reached and found his testicles, taking a moment to caress the sacs. He gave a low growl of pleasure. Salty drops of pre-cum filled her mouth with each caress of her throat muscles along his shaft. She swallowed without hesitation, shivering at the sound of raw male hunger, his balls drawing up against his shaft.
    She prepared for his climax. Instead, he pulled free and stood.
    Dazed, she could do nothing but gaze at him, watching him watch her. His spit-moistened cock reared from his groin to brush his navel, his heavy sacs hanging beneath. Legs and groin and broad chest were dusted with dark hair--dark like the hair on his head. A tattoo of the Wicca pentacle marked his left deltoid; his right was decorated with the U.S. Marine Corps's bulldog.
    His icy-blue gaze traced her skin. Shadows seemed to fill his expression, even as the living room lights gleamed with a warm glow. Outside, shadows danced back and forth across the curtains as the wind tossed the trees. His head tilted to one side, as if thinking something through.
    He contemplated her for long moments, his gaze raking across her body once, twice, the third time bringing hunger to his features. He knelt between her knees and took himself in hand. He pulled a foil packet from his jeans and put it to his mouth, using his teeth to tear it open.
    He bent his head to the business of donning the protection. The crackle of packaging joined the sound of rain.
    No playing on the first date. Abby gasped as the distant echo of Liz's voice shivered in her memory.
    "Almost done, li'l one," he murmured, probably misunderstanding her