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as he squeezed the cheeks of her
ass. “Yes, sweetheart, back there.”
    She
shook her head. Her ex had asked her once to try it, but she thought it just
sounded like it would be painful. So why, when Foster mentioned it, did it
sound so damned erotic?
    “Well,
that’s not something we’re going to worry about tonight. But soon, Linz. Very
soon.” He leaned down to kiss her again, and began sliding her bra down her
arms. She’d been so caught up in him, that she hadn’t even noticed he’d
unhooked it.
    After
her bra fell to the floor, his hands slid up to cup her breasts, and she felt
her breath catch as his rough thumbs stroked over her nipples. He stood back to
look at her, holding both breasts in his hands, watching as her nipples
hardened beneath his touch.
    She
had to bite her lip to hold back the moan that bubbled up as her nipples
hardened to the point of pain. She looked at Foster’s darkened eyes and saw
herself the way he saw her. Beautiful.
    “Fuck,
you’re incredible. I need my mouth on you.” When he leaned in to capture a
nipple in his mouth, Linzee thought she’d died and gone to heaven. Her hips mindlessly
bucked against his as she held his head to her breast, clenching a fistful of
that raven-black hair. With every strong suck, every scrape of his stubble
along her sensitive skin, a jolt of lightning went from her nipple straight to
her pussy, making her writhe on the counter.
    “I
need you,” she whined. “Please, I can’t wait anymore, Foster.”
    “Me
either.” In one quick move, he picked her up and stood her on her feet. She
reached to unfasten her jeans, and realized they were already undone. Damn, he
was good. Foster’s hands were at her waist, sliding her jeans and panties down
past her hips until they were at her ankles. She kicked off her shoes and then
stepped out of her jeans to stand naked in front of him. She fought the
instinct to cover herself. She wanted him to see her, wanted to please him with
her body. And she was pretty damn sure she didn’t want to be punished, whatever
that meant.
    “Look
at me, Linzee.”
    When
she met his eager gaze, she was filled with confidence.
    His
eyes were hungry as they swept appreciatively over her body. Foster whipped his
sweatshirt off and quickly unbuttoned his jeans. When he slid them off, Linzee
gasped at the sight of him. His cock pointed straight upward and nearly reached
his navel. And the thickness … good lord. She’d had a child and yet wondered
how that thing was going to fit inside of her.
    He
stood as her eyes traveled over him, not moving except to reach up and slowly
stroke his cock from the base to the plum-shaped head. A drop of fluid already
adorned the slit, and her mouth watered at the sight. When she licked her lips,
Foster groaned, finally taking a step toward her.
    “The
sight of that mouth is going to fucking kill me, Linzee.” He reached down and
lifted her, setting her back up on the counter. This time when he moved in
between her legs, nothing separated them.

 
    Chapter Eight
     
    Foster
was trying so hard to go slow, but Linzee made it impossible. Everything about
her was perfect. He took her mouth, and when he thrust his tongue forward, she
moved her hips against him, and his cock slid along the wet seam of her pussy.
    “Now,
Foster,” she begged. “Please. Now.”
    That
was all the encouragement he needed. He reached down to line himself up with
her opening, and her heat nearly overwhelmed him. Linzee cried out, her grip on
his shoulders tightening as he thrust forward and completely buried himself in
her warmth.
    He
had to stop for a moment and take a few deep breaths to make sure he didn’t go
off. He was already so close, but he paused to let her adjust to his size. He
wanted this to be good for her. Hell, he wanted to feel her come around his
cock. And holy hell, she was tight. He hadn’t expected her to be this fucking
tight.
    She
was on the edge of the counter, so her movements were limited,