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touch. It excited Jack to cup his hands around their exquisite perfection and to hear the little gasps and moans that escaped her lips as he gently stroked them.  Unable to resist the urge to taste, he lowered his head and took a rose colored tip in his mouth. It beaded instantly, growing more taut as his tongue swirled around and around. He performed the same ritual on her other breast, sucking hard and then capturing the hardened pearl between his teeth.  He lavished his full attention on them for quite some time before leaving a trial of kisses down her stomach and across her flat belly.  She was everything he’d thought she would be and so much more, and Jack couldn’t seem to get enough of her.
     
    She cried out his name when he slipped her panties off, her slender thighs quivering when he gently pried them apart to look at her.  Her sensitivity to his every touch aroused him and he relished each moment.  Cupping her bottom in his hands, Jack lifted her hips and lowered his head, tasting the sweetness of her with his tongue.  Miranda trembled uncontrollably and tried to wiggle free, but he held her firmly in place, torturing her, reveling in the writhing of her body and the power he had to elicit this kind of reaction from her.  He took her to edge and held her there until she was practically hysterical then plunged his finger deep inside and found the one magical spot he knew would send her tumbling over the side.
     
    Miranda would have been horribly embarrassed by the wild gasps and moans that rolled continuously from her throat if she had a mind left with which to form a thought.  What he was doing to her was incredible, beyond any pleasure she had ever experienced and when he finally allowed her the release she so desperately needed, she wasn’t altogether certain she would survive an entire night with Jack Devlin. 
     
    She was still wallowing in a mindless stupor when he lifted himself from her and began stripping off his own clothes.  Miranda’s breath caught at the sight of his magnificent body, his muscles rippling in the soft light when he returned to her and freed her from the robe.
     
    Desire tamped down her innate shyness as she reached out and flattened her palms against his impressive chest, boldly allowing them glide down to his belly and the rigid flesh of his manhood.  She smiled up at him then pushed him onto his back.  Tonight was about exploring her own sexuality and learning everything she could about a man’s body.  She wanted to know what made him feel good, what touch would give him the most pleasure, and what would make him react as she had. 
     
    Miranda maneuvered herself over him and straddled his thighs, intensely pleased by the look of sheer agony on Jack’s face when her moist flesh pressed against the rigid length of erection.  Leaning forward, she kissed the small nipples, nipping and sucking as he had done, then smiling to herself when he groaned.  She touched him everywhere, her fingers light and feathery as they passed over his skin.  By the time she finally worked her way down between his thighs, Jack’s breathing had become decidedly ragged. 
     
    She stroked and squeezed, thrilled by the way he grew harder and thicker each time she did.  But when she leaned down and timidly took him in her mouth, he nearly came unglued.  With a harsh growl he bucked her off of him, rolling so that she was pinned beneath him.  His mouth crashed down on hers, all control lost as he kneed her thighs apart.  Miranda held her breath, anticipating the pain that was to follow.  She supposed she should have told him she was still a virgin, but it was too late now. 
     

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    A strangled sob tore from her throat when he thrust into her and buried himself to the hilt.  For a moment Jack didn’t move.  He tried to pull away, but she wouldn’t have it.  Wrapping her legs around his thighs, Miranda kept their bodies locked together and whispered that she wanted