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ever embarrassed when he is near?”
    “Some. But he says I am…”
    “You are what ?” He urged her, his hands still.
    “Well formed.” She trembled as his two hands suddenly washed over her inner thighs and spread her cunny lips so wide she felt her face flush.
    “I agree. Lucky man. Does he fondle you?” Justin pushed his finger in and out of her cunt. “Excite you?”
    “Fondle?” She caught her lower lip between her teeth. “No. Excite? I dream of—” You.
    “Dream no more, my darling.” Justin stroked her lips and pinched a small part of her cunny so that she shot upward. “Am I good?”
    “The best!” she gasped. “Do that again, please.”
    “This?” Justin complied and sent stars shooting inside her mind.
    “Yes, yes.”
    “This Turk. How often do you see him?”
    “Once a month.”
    Justin tickled the same spot that sent her reeling, and she bucked. “He sees a very pretty chat while we works. Your folds. Your plump core. He must smell your musk and tasted your cream.”
    “No, no. He has not dared to touch me. Only you.”
    “Only me,” he whispered and lifted two fingers to his mouth to suck them dry, then sink inside her to gather more of her juices and offer her the same treat. “Taste how sweet you are.”
    Stunned, she opened her mouth and with her gaze in his, she licked his fingers clean. In their nine years together Henry had used every ribald term for every part of her female form but had never helped her learn or share any passion. “Thank you. I did not know how good it is.”
    “I see it,” he told her and then smiled like an accomplished rake. “I shall do my best to educate you.”
    “Do.”
    Grinning sadly, Justin proceeded to name her parts for her.
    “Your mons.” Her mound. “Your lips.” Labia. “Your core.” Cunt. Cunny. “Your cream.” Love spunk. “Your sweet pussy.” Her insides, thick and soft and yielding, melted in his open-handed claim.
    She groaned, in agony of want of him.
    “You are my Puss.”
    Nearly blind with his caresses, she could barely breathe. She rose up on an elbow, caught him at his nape and pleaded against his marvelous mouth, “Then let’s take your clothes off, my darling, so you can show me how to make love to you.”

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
    He pushed to his feet to stand beside the bed. With one shrug of his massive shoulders, he let his dressing gown fall to the floor.
    “I had forgotten how strong you are,” she whispered. She rose up on her knees, eager to touch him. Everywhere. Her hands drew him close, and she brushed her aching nipples against his stiff white shirt. She caressed his throat. Strong, dark and smooth. “Let me feel.”
    He braced his feet as she began to stroke the opening of his shirt and undo his buttons. But she shook with excitement. “I’m clumsy.”
    “Not used to undressing a man? I find that refreshing.” He lifted his arms, the cords in his throat working. “Take it off.”
    She smiled and lifted the garment over his head, then let it drop to the floor. “Oh, Justin, I had forgotten this, too. Your chest,” she whispered as she splayed her fingers in his springy dark hair. “How can you be so much man and I had forgotten?”
    He wrapped her close, his mouth a seeking, demanding thing on hers. “Tonight is to remember.”
    “And forget,” she blurted, driven, hungry for him as she fingered one of his nipples.
    He gasped and stilled her hand. “Forget Henry.”
    “With you in my arms, oh yes .”
    Justin held her nape and kissed her once more, hard and fast. “He is not worth one moment.”
    “No. Only you.” Her hands sank to Justin’s trousers. His flies. The buttons. And with her palms against his warm supple loins, she sank inside and felt the raging evidence of how this man was so different from Henry. So vital. So erect. So deliciously hard and ready for her.
    She brushed his trousers down his hips and looked at his need for her. “Oh, my. Justin. I