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bra before lifting first one wrist then the other to unsnap the cuffs. The satin of her bra tempted him so he bent his head and pulled one nipple into his mouth, fabric and all. Unable to help himself, he bit down on the hard bud, enough to make her gasp. When he glanced up at her face, he saw pleasure bloom in her eyes, so he sucked harder. Placing his hands on her hips, he pulled her body tight against his.
    When he’d worked one nipple to his satisfaction, he moved to the other one, giving it the same treatment. Finally, he released the clasp on the bra and slid the straps down her arms. He couldn’t stop staring at the creamy mounds of her breasts, tipped with nipples swollen to a dark dusky rose. He nearly licked his lips at the sight.
    “Gorgeous,” he breathed.
    He scanned her face again, needing to see her expression. The hunger in her eyes and the faint flush on her cheeks sent a blast of heat through him.
    The jeans came next, the popping of the snap and the rasp of the zipper sounding unnaturally loud in the room. He eased them down past her hips, biting his lip at the sight of the tiny red thong that matched the bra he’d discarded. He was so fascinated by each part of her body as he revealed it that he hadn’t thought about the fact she still had on her boots.
    Lifting her slightly, he sat her on the edge of the bed and knelt to tug the boots off, along with the thin socks she wore. Trish rested her hands on the bed, leaning back slightly, letting her legs fall slightly apart. Jake stared at her pussy barely covered by the tiny red triangle. The skin on either side, along with her inner thighs, was smooth as glass, not a stray curl peeking out. Oh, god, she waxed. Jake preferred all his subs to wax. It showed their delicious pussies off to better advantage.
    He ran the backs of his fingers up her inner thighs until he got to the little piece of satin. Slowly, he eased it away and down until her mound was completely exposed. His cock, already painfully swollen, jerked hard against the fabric restraining it. Light brown curls, only a shade darker than the hair on her head, defined the lips of her cunt in two well-trimmed lines.
    He inhaled, the scent of her musk mingling with the trace of whatever bath gel she used and teasing his nostrils. He had to have a taste of her. He swiped his tongue over the curls, barely touching them before pushing the tip into her slit. Holy fuck! The heady taste of her went straight to his cock and his balls and every other part of his body.
    Impatiently, he grabbed the thong, yanked it down her legs, and dropped it to the floor. Then, pushing her thighs wider apart, he dove in for a better taste of her. He parted her labia with his thumbs and ran his tongue the length of her slit, licking his lips before doing it again. And again. He savored every inch of her, licking and lapping, pausing only to swirl the tip of his tongue around her clitoris. The dark pink flesh told him as much as her wet cunt how aroused she was.
    He worked her with his tongue, and her body trembled until she finally lay back on the bed and gave herself over to him. When he had slipped his tongue over every inch of her slit and labia, he nudged her thighs wider and, watching her, slipped two fingers into her hot channel. He saw her hands fist at her sides and heard the sharp intake of her breath. He drove his fingers in and out, adding a third as her walls became slippery and clamped down on him.
    Jesus!
    He badly wished he had handcuffs with him or his special rope to tie her hands and bind her to the bed. He hadn’t had vanilla sex in a long time, and it was testing his control. But this wasn’t about him. It was about Trish, about making her feel good and want more. Of him. Then, maybe—
    He watched her as he drove his fingers in and out of her body, heard the tiny, sexy little moans she made, felt the thrust of her hips against his touch as he drove her up that sexual cliff. When spasms began to rock