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struggled to be gentle. She tasted so good, he wanted to devour her whole.
    Her gasp whispered past his ear as he tested her textures. Beneath his tongue, her areola puckered and the tip elongated. It suddenly wasn’t enough that he get what he wanted. Not if it meant leaving her behind. He wanted her with him. All the way. He needed to slow down, but she made it damned hard.
    “That’s right, Angel,” he murmured as she arched up beneath him. “Show me what you like.”
    He laved the hardening nubbin again. It stretched against his tongue. He nibbled it, wrapped his lips around it, suckled it. She moaned beneath him. Her back arched. Her wrists tugged at his grip. He opened his mouth, accepting all of the breast she offered. Her gasps were sweet torture, unraveling his plan to go slow.
    He pulled back slightly, dragging his lips over her flesh as he retreated. Her nipple glistened in the low light.
    “Damn! You’re beautiful.”
    And she was. Whereas he had always preferred big breasted women in the past, he couldn’t imagine anything more beautiful than his angel’s breasts. Small, perfect mounds topped with the longest nipples he’d ever seen. He rested his pinkie against her wet nipple, measuring its length. Aroused, it was as long as the tip of his little finger.
    He glanced at her other breast. It shivered with her erratic breathing, but the nipple slept, undisturbed by his desire. He touched it lightly with the tip of his finger. Little by little, he applied pressure until her nipple formed a well in the center of her breast. When he pulled his finger away, her breast regained its shape, and her nipple saluted his efforts. He tweaked it for its impudence, smiling when the woman turned toward his hand.
    He opened his fingers and accepted the slight weight. His hand was very dark against the pink and cream of her skin.
    She was his complete opposite. Small where he was large. Soft where he was hard. Smooth where he was callused. Light where he was dark. He found every difference intriguing, deserving of exploration. Especially one place in particular.
    He splayed his hand over her belly, spreading his fingers wide, absorbing the quiver of her skin beneath his hand. Letting his fingers drag against her stomach, he pulled his hand closed, gathering up her gown as he did so. Over and over he repeated the procedure. It wasn’t until her gown was bunched at her waist, leaving her lower body exposed, that he looked down.
    He couldn’t look away. His hand clenched above her hips and his breath caught in his throat. A surge of lust hit him in the gut, so strong it almost doubled him over.
    He hadn’t been mistaken. Her pussy was bare of hair. Naked. Her woman’s flesh was the same creamy white, flushed with rose as the rest of her body. Between the thick outer lips, he could just make out the hint of pink of her inner folds. Delicate and sweet, they called to him. He released the gown from his death grip, and slid his hand down, more than happy to accept their invite.
    The only sound in the room as he inched toward that intimate playground was the hiss of the oil lamp, his Angel’s soft gasps of surprise, and the harsh rasp of his own labored breathing.
    It seemed an eternity until his fingers reached their destination. When they did, he couldn’t suppress a groan. The skin was soft, incredibly smooth. Like the finest of silk. Against her thigh, his cock jerked and strained, wanting release. Wanting its home.
    He wasn’t going to last much longer. Not this time. Not with her.
    He slid his fingers along the crease of her lips, dipping between, finding her heat. Her hips jerked, spearing his fingers deeper into her folds. She was slick. Unnaturally so. She’d used some sort of oil to ease his way. He tested her readiness. When he probed the entrance to her vagina, she tossed her head and moaned. He kissed her cheek and whispered a sincere “thank you” as her muscles gave way to his probing. When his finger