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kept sex in the bedroom, so this was new for the poor old couch too. She reclined against the cushions, feigning relaxation as she stared at Ryan’s engorged cock. Thick and flushed dark from the blood rushing through the raised veins, it trembled slightly like a divining rod searching for water.
    Ryan gave a small hungry sound, and her stomach fluttered. He leaned to kiss her stomach, her hip bone, her thigh and all around her pussy in a tightening noose of licks and nibbles. As he moved closer to his target, Camilla’s flesh quivered at the warm puff of breath against her sex. When he finally touched her clit, she jerked at the brush of his lips.
    She closed her eyes and gasped. Ryan chuckled, and the vibration was a subtle torture. Her body was sensitive to his slightest touch, primed by all the kissing and stroking and by the outrageous fact of having sex with a stranger. Tense vibration hummed through her like a strong jolt of caffeine.
    Ryan pushed her legs farther apart. With little space on the couch, one of her feet rested on the floor, and the other knee pressed against the back of the couch. The position splayed her wide open for him. His intense examination shot an erotic charge through her.
    Ryan made a low sound of satisfaction in his throat as he bent to tend her once more. He lapped between the plump folds, delving inside her, tasting her. She moaned and raised her hips, needing deeper penetration. She gripped the couch cushion in one fist, her other hand stretched above her head, reaching for something to hold onto.
    Ryan returned his attention to her clit, torturing the erect bud with whip-like flicks of his tongue. Camilla twisted and writhed, but his anchoring hands held her steady.
    “Oh, God. More. Please.” The unbidden words burst from her. She wanted to be fucked hard and deep now, and wanted to say that in the roughest language, to beg for his cock on her knees. The feeling shocked her. She hadn’t known such desires were buried within her.
    Strong, steady strokes replaced the little whip flicks but just as she trembled on the cusp of orgasm, Ryan abruptly pulled away. He kissed her thigh and murmured, “Not yet. Don’t come yet.” He nuzzled her belly before moving up to her breasts.
    She moaned and thrust her hips, seeking relief. A few more strokes would put her over the edge.
    His eyes glittered and his breathing was hard as he looked into her eyes. “I’ll make you come, but it’ll be even better if you have to wait for it. Relax and I’ll start all over again.”
    He did just that, tracing her breasts with soft strokes of his fingers then rolling her nipples. He plucked at one, while his tongue bathed the other. With nips and sucks, he aroused her until Camilla thought she would climax simply from that stimulation.
    But at last he stopped—only long enough to roll on a condom then braced his body above hers, supporting his weight with bulging biceps. He rocked, his cock sliding over her pussy. She gasped and tilted her hips to gain better contact with her clit. Her pussy ached to be filled as wetness pooled between her legs. She wrapped her arms around his back and dug her fingers into his ass, trying to guide him to where she needed him to be.
    Ryan’s breathing was uneven and his jaw clenched as he continued to rub his cock against her, prolonging the moment. Was he waiting for her to beg?
    “Please, do it. Fuck me,” she whispered. The raw words she’d rarely uttered felt good and she said them louder. “Fuck me!”
    He groaned and exhaled, clearly aroused by her command. Suspended over her, his heavy male body pressed her into the cushions as he guided himself to her entrance and slowly pushed. His face was beautiful at that moment, eyebrows knitted in a frown, jaw clenched, the intense concentration of a man fighting for control over passion. Camilla remembered loving those times reserved, rational Sam got lost in his primitive nature. But she guessed it was less of an