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his way down her body and told her, “I think yours just might be the
finest ass I’ve ever seen, Rachel.”
    She snorted out a short laugh and tried to look at him over
her shoulder. There was a whole lot of it at any rate, but she was in no
position to argue with him. She was too overwhelmed by the sound of admiration
in his voice, the feel of his long-fingered hands spanning it as though it were
the ass of a much-smaller woman, and the vibrant trembling of her
overwhelmingly aroused body.
    “You don’t believe me?” He hooked his fingers into the waist
of her panties.
    “I don’t have any reason not to believe you,” she answered,
raising her hips a little as he stepped off the bed, slipped the lacy fabric
down her legs.
    “Up on your knees,” he said quietly, kneeling behind her
again. “No, just your knees,” he clarified when she started to go up on all
fours.
    She drew her legs under her until just her ass was raised in
the air, her knees far apart because he was between them, exposing her to him.
Her nipples, unnervingly sensitive, brushed the comforter, sending little
shocks straight to her clit. When she looked between her open legs she could
see the strong lines of his thighs and his long, thick cock reaching for her
from its thicket of black hair.
    Her memory had not been playing “the fish was this big ” tricks on her. He was fucking huge. And she wanted every glorious inch
of him inside her.
    Ben muttered appreciatively and sat back on his heels. Her
eyes closed the first time he touched his mouth to one cheek and set about
lavishing her with attention, alternately kissing and biting, caressing and
digging his fingers into her flesh almost to the point of pain.
    She was white-knuckling the edge of the mattress, her back
arched as though she was a cat in heat, her pussy soaking wet and clit swollen
nearly to the point of bursting when he spread the folds of her pussy open and
shifted his body slightly.
    She let out a little “eep” of surprise and rolled onto her
back away from him.
    He blinked and held up his hands when she landed on her
back. She lay there staring up at him for a moment, her chest heaving, before
she recovered.
    “I can’t wait any longer.” She scrambled to her knees and
drew him away from the edge of the bed toward her. It wasn’t a complete lie,
but she wasn’t going to tell him she didn’t want him to do what he’d been about
to do either.
    She buried her hands in his hair, pressed her body against
his and tried to pull him in for a kiss. He held her jaw in one hand and
resisted, his gaze cool and calculating.
    “A hundred and ninety-nine, Ben,” she emphasized, sliding a
hand between them, stroking his cock from head to root and curling her fingers
over his balls.
    His eyes lit with amusement and his nostrils flared as she
watched him hold back a smile. When she tried to kiss him again, he let her.
And then some.
    Her head reeled with the raw hunger of it as he drew her in
and plunged deep.
    She swayed toward him when he abruptly let her go and
shifted away.
    “Come on then,” he said, sitting in the middle of the bed,
holding her hand as though he was helping her out of a car as he drew her
toward him.
    Rachel straddled his hips, her body absolutely humming with
anticipation as she hovered over him, unable to look away and more than a
little shocked by how erotic she found watching him roll a condom over that
beautiful cock of his.
    Still holding himself with one hand, he stroked her hip as
she angled herself over him. His gaze never left hers as she took as much of
him as she could all at once. She stopped breathing, overwhelmed by the rush
that poured through her as their bodies connected and his eyes went slightly
unfocused.
    God, he was too much and not enough all at the same time.
She buried her fingers in his hair and kissed him as though her life depended
on it. He kissed her back with ten times the intensity, stealing her breath and
making her