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cock twitch and stiffen into a heavy ache.
    He continued to caress her breast and finesse the nipple as he ran his other hand over her smooth shoulder and arm. He spread his hand along her back and made a study of the graceful slope of her spine and petal-soft skin. Much to his satisfaction, he felt her skin roughen beneath his touch. She leaned forward, her mouth craning up toward him.
    “Stay still,” he said. She blinked, and he realized intense arousal had made him sound harsh. He’d been chaining himself like never before as he sat on the couch with her, waiting on a knife’s edge for the addictive vision of her smile. Removing the costume and having her exquisite body revealed to him bit by bit had been a fierce trial. He’d needed the moment of carefully packing the costume to bring himself under control. Turning around and seeing her standing there, so lovely and vulnerable, had smashed that control to bits. She’d called it like a pro earlier. He
was
about to explode in unregulated lust.
    She reached for him, but he gently placed her arms back at her side. He resumed stroking her soft skin and taut curves.
    “Let me touch you for a moment. I’m enjoying this,” he explained quietly when he saw her bemusement. “Are you?”
    “God, yes,” she whispered.
    He leaned down until their faces were only inches apart. “You’re so beautiful,” he said gruffly, as if telling her an intimate secret. He felt her tremble beneath his hands. “Your mouth is killing me. I can’t wait to taste you.” He held both her breasts in his hands and lifted them slightly, peering down to examine the fat, pink, erect nipples between his dark fingers. His cock lurched against the confines of his clothing. “Everywhere,” he assured her, as hunger clawed at him deeper.
    She gave a muffled moan and reached up to touch his hair. Her fingers delved into the strands greedily. His scalp prickled in awareness. A cascade of sensation flowed down his body, tickling the root of his cock. Blood pulsed into his flesh. He growled and encircled her in his arms. She cried out softly in surprise when he lifted her off her feet. He set her atop a nearby low ottoman. She steadied herself by grasping his shoulders.
    They were at the same height now. He ran both his hands along her back and the sides of her ribs while he stared directly into her face.
    “Look at you,” he whispered thickly.
    She blinked and glanced to the side into one of several mirrors. He stared at her face while she watched the reflection of him massaging and caressing her back and waist and breasts. Her skin was incredibly smooth, pale with peachy-pink undertones. His hands couldn’t seem to get enough of touching her taut planes and lush curves. The blush on her cheeks deepened as she watched in the mirror while he molded her to his hands.
    “You’re so big,” she whispered, trailing his hands with her gaze, as though caught in a spell. He captured one of her breasts and shaped it to his palm.
    “You’re so little. But you fit me perfectly.” He feathered her nipple with his forefinger, and she gasped.
    “Your fingers are calloused.”
    He paused, worried he was making her uncomfortable, his rough fingers against her silky skin—
    “It feels so good,” she said in a rush, and he resumed stroking her, stepping closer. He pressed his cock between the juncture of her thighs. She was a sweet, soft harbor, and he was hard. So hard. He gritted his teeth as the hurt in him mounted. Her grip tightened on his shoulders.
    He pressed his mouth to her neck and smooth shoulder, intent on ravishing her. Over her shoulder, he saw a reflection of her from behind, his hands on the back of her waist, his mouth moving hungrily on her elegant neck, strands of his dark hair spilling on her shoulder. Relishing the anticipation, he slowly peeled the shorts over her bottom and partially down her thighs. The vision of her pale, taut ass in the reflection sent a sharp spike of sexual