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her.
    With feral interest, David watched the way her lips wrapped
around the opening of the bottle. His hands went to the snap at the waistband
of his trousers, releasing it and lowering the zipper. Sarah drank more,
engrossed by the sight of David shucking his pants to reveal plain blue cotton
boxers.
    A smile formed. No ludicrous leopard-print briefs for David.
    “What’s funny?”
    “Not funny.” There was nothing laughable about the size of
that tent in his shorts. “Pleasing.”
    A touch of shyness colored his smile and Sarah’s heart
performed that little squeeze that was both good and terribly bad. Sarah
steeled herself against the way it beat faster, trying to maintain composure. This
is sex, Sarah. Stop letting your heart go pitter-patter.
    “Take those off too,” she commanded. “I want to see you
naked.”
    Watching her steadily, David took the bottle of champagne
back and downed a swallow before responding. “If you take down your hair.”
    “You first.”
    He took another swig of the alcohol before placing it on the
floor at his feet. “How about we do this…simultaneously.”
    There was nothing shy in the smile that accompanied that
suggestion. His eyes sparkled with the promise of mischief and bone-deep
satisfaction. Everything below Sarah’s waist buzzed with anticipation, robbing
her of the will to continue with their game of back-and-forth. The only
back-and-forth she wanted right now was the slide of David’s tongue in and out
of her aching pussy.
    Without another word, Sarah reached behind her head for the
pins holding her twist in place. She pulled them out, one by one. David watched
as keenly as if she were undressing her body instead of her hair. As the first
locks fell onto her shoulders, he groaned and reached for his boxers, sliding
them over the obstruction of his swollen member and letting them drop to the
floor.
    Sarah’s breath left her. He was so swollen, so flushed and
excited already. With her last fiancé Brent, she’d had to put in a lot of work
to get him to this stage, even in the beginning. Later, after she’d discovered
his penchant for screwing twenty-two-year-old bimbos over his office desk, he’d
blamed her for his lack of interest. How can any man be turned-on by such a
cold, castrating bitch?
    Shoving that unwelcome memory to the back of her mind, Sarah
reached out and touched David, sliding her fingertips along his engorged length
in fascination. She wasn’t cold with David and the response was apparently
mutual. “You really want me.”
    “Is it that obvious?” David quipped, grasping her wrist and
stilling her explorations. “You’d better stop. You don’t want that to go off in
your hand.”
    “Perhaps I do.”
    Shaking his head, David cast off her touch, closing his eyes
briefly, showing how it cost him to do it. Then he lowered to his knees. “As
you pointed out, I was in the middle of something.”
    He never took his gaze off hers as he once again raised the
champagne to his lips and took a healthy swallow. Then he bent his head to the
still-throbbing place between her parted thighs. This time his tongue was cool
as it bathed her fevered lips, and the contrast of temperatures made Sarah gasp
in surprised delight.
    He laved her with that talented tongue, avoiding the
sensitized nub buried amongst her folds. His kiss was exquisite, hypnotizing.
Sarah rocked her hips slowly, encouraging him. When he dipped his tongue inside
her channel, she gripped the bed sheets tight. He darted in and out, teasing
and tasting with the flick of his tongue.
    When the nudge of something cold and inflexible probed her
wet opening, Sarah’s eyelids flew upward. David watched her face as he slowly
inserted the long, narrow neck of the Cristal into her wet pussy. “What are you
doing?”
    “Just playing.” He moved the bottle in and out
experimentally. “You don’t like it? Say the word and I’ll stop.”
    “Umm…” Sarah moved her body conducting a little