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sigh sent a lightning bolt straight to his dick.  His own breath was coming hard and fast while his fingers teased her pussy lips through her drenched underwear.  He dipped the middle one to the center of her pleasure and flicked her clit.
    “Oh, that feels so good, Zane.  Much better than when I touch myself,” she moaned, arching and straining her hips against his hand.  She writhed frantically as his fingers fluttered over her feminine folds. She clutched at his hard biceps.
    “Just relax, baby, and let it happen,” he whispered in her ear.
     
    HE HAD BARELY SPOKEN the words when she cried out, her whole body tensing then trembling as shockwaves of pleasure crashed over her.
    Cherry was overwhelmed and exhilarated by the orgasm Zane gave her.  She had never experienced anything more intense than the ministration of his fingers on her most sensitive flesh.  He certainly knew his way around a clitoris.  She would give him that.  She suspected it was just one of the advantages of being an older, experienced man.
    Gazing into his eyes, she saw longing and desire.  But she also saw something else—love.  A sudden surge of emotion filled her chest.  If she wasn’t careful this man could easily tear down the walls she had spent years constructing.  She couldn’t let that happen but, still, she needed to have him inside her.  Just the thought made her shiver with anticipation.  It would be fine.  She was sure she could have intercourse with him without developing any deeper connection. 
    Steeling her resolve, she smiled and said, “Make a woman out of me, copper.”
     
    GROWLING HE CARRIED HER over to the bed and gently lay her across the mattress.  He helped her pull the pretty pink T-shirt over her head.  Like a man dying of thirst, he drank in her beauty; the smooth creaminess of her skin, her full breasts, curves that made his mouth water.  “Need some help taking off that skirt?”
    She giggled.  “No, I got it.”
    He didn’t think his cock could get any harder. But the sight of Cherry squirming around on the mattress, shimmying her way out of that little denim mini-skirt sent every drop of blood in his veins straight to his crotch.
    “Son of a bitch! You’re sexy as hell, woman,” he said, shedding his uniform.  When he was completely naked, he stood still in front of her.  He wasn’t sure if she had ever seen a man in the buff. He wanted to give her a moment to get used to the sight of his fully-erect manhood before he pounced on her. He didn’t have to wait long before she gave him the greenlight.
    “I’m ready, Zane,” she said, shyly.
    There wasn’t much room on the twin bed, so missionary was pretty much his only positioning option.  He used a knee to push her legs apart so he could center himself over her.  She had left her panties and bra on.  Her modesty was obvious, and he was okay with working around them.  This was her moment, and she was the one calling the shots.
    He supported himself on one elbow, so his other hand could freely roam her body.  He caressed her breast while teasing her lips apart with his.  When she moaned into his mouth, he slid his tongue inside.  He slowly, sensually, caressed the deep recesses of her mouth until she ground her hips against his.
    Gently but firmly, he plucked at the budded nipple through the lacy fabric of her bra. 
    “Please, Zane,” she whimpered.
    He smiled teasingly.  “Please what, baby?”
    “Take me now.”
    He had desperately wanted to go slow.  He wanted to worship her body and bring her to orgasm again.  But he reminded himself of what she had said in the interrogation room at the station: You don’t have to woo me to screw me. It’s practically a done deal.
    Apparently, she wanted it to already be a done deal. 
    Reaching between them, he pushed the delicate lace of her panties to the side.  Ever so gently, he nudged her entrance with the head of his dick.  The anticipation of taking this woman’s