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she offered.
    Eagerly, he whipped the silky top she wore over her head. Flawless milk chocolate skin greeted him. Her breasts were barely contained in the lacy bra. Ridding her of that one little thing seemed the most important thing in the world. Thank God she had a front clasp. There was no way he'd have been able to fumble with a back clasp and would have had to leave the scrap of material. He didn't want that. He wanted Megan naked when he fucked her.
    The tempting peaks of her nipples were too much of a beacon. Calling to him like a siren, Megan urged him to her breasts, threading her fingers in his hair and pulling him to her. Obadiah sank to his knees, cupping the rounded mounds in each hand, sucking and licking at the hard peaks while she writhed and cried out.
    God! He'd never been with a woman so responsive! This was a woman who wanted the pleasures he offered. She saw something in him she desperately wanted and Obadiah was more than willing to indulge her.
    Soft, smooth skin greeted him at every turn. He kissed and licked his way down her stomach to her naval, dwelling for a few moments at the indenture where she had the little dangling jewel. He swirled his tongue around the little charm, pulling and tugging gently until he felt her tremble.
    He unfastened her jeans then, sliding them down her legs and caressing all that silky smooth skin as he went. She toed off her pumps so she could step out of the pants. The lacy thong that passed for underwear was next. When she stepped out of it, Obadiah put the garment in his pocket as he looked up and smirked at her.
    When he continued his exploration of her body, down her belly to above her mons , he finally understood why they called that particular area of flesh the "happy trail." Obadiah was certainly happy when he reached the end of it and plunged his tongue between the silky lips of her cunt.
    Megan screamed, widening her stance. Obadiah wedged his thighs between her legs, needing all that hot cream she spilled. Ever the impatient one, Megan hooked one leg over his shoulder, bracing herself against the wall. So, Obadiah urged the other leg over his shoulder. It was a perfect fit. Megan ground her cunt into his face, taking what she needed, while Obadiah licked and sucked and nibbled to his heart's content.
    Her thigh muscles bunched and her belly tightened with every passing moment. She had a stranglehold around his neck, but Obadiah couldn't find any self-preservation in him where she was concerned. Whatever she needed, he was more than willing to give her.
    Plunging two fingers inside her, Obadiah did his level best to push her as high as he could without letting her fall. He wanted her on the verge of climax without any real relief before he fucked her. When she came, he wanted her surrounding him, milking his own release from him.
    He carefully watched her, felt her, looking for any signs of impending release. When her breathing became quick and shallow and her muscles seemed to seize, waiting for the orgasm, Obadiah backed off. Stilling his fingers and backing off her clit, he waited for her to settle down before beginning again. Sweat glistened on her skin and her breathing came in little gasps. Her eyes were slightly glazed in her passion. Little keening cries escaped her as he plunged his fingers into her again. Her clit pulsed under his lips, the little pearly bud so sensitive. Just like the woman.
    Once again, Obadiah let her fall back without allowing her release. When she tried to pull him closer with her legs, to put much-needed friction back on her clit, Obadiah pried her legs open and pulled away from her.
    "Fuck!" Her scream was loud in the small room as she conveyed her frustration. Obadiah chuckled. Frustration. He knew the word intimately.
    "What's the matter, Meg?"
    "You're killing me! Let me come!"
    He raised an eyebrow, looking up at her from between her parted thighs. "Really? And what do you think you do to me every single day I watch you