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trickled, sensuous as warm water, a path from her breasts to her belly, to her sex.
    He kissed her breasts. He licked round the shape of them, the soft underside, then caught her nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. Jura moaned, arching her back. Lawrence sucked, licked, sucked. The other nipple. Sucking, licking, sucking. When he released her, she whimpered a protest.
    He kissed her mouth again. He could smell the vanilla-sweet saltiness of her sex. He wanted to slide into her, but he wanted even more for her to cry out her need, to know that he was giving her the only magic he knew, the magic of pleasure.
    He kissed her again, slowly, his tongue stroking rather than thrusting. He kneaded the soft, creamy flesh of her thighs. Up his fingers crept. The curls which hid her sex were dark auburn, just as he had imagined. He stroked them. Parted them. His finger skimmed the outline of her folds. Dark pink like her nipples. She shuddered. His erection throbbed. He traced the shape of her sex again, this time a little further in, feeling the slippery dampness of her arousal. He cupped her breast. He slid his finger inside her. She said his name, her voice raw. Her fingers dug into his shoulders.
    Their eyes clashed again. She had the most amazing eyes. Hazel and gold, liquid amber. Inside, she was liquid heat. He eased his finger in further. He had never seen anything so erotic as the way her eyes reflected what he did to her, the way she bit the corner of her bottom lip. The way her hands gripped his shoulders. Further. Her muscles tightened around his finger. He eased in and then out, sliding over the slippery nub of her, before thrusting again. Her breasts rose and fell. His erection strained in his breeches. She bit her lip harder, her breath exhaled in a sharp gasp.
    Still their gazes locked, a communing as powerful as the ones their bodies were sharing. He thrust and stroked with more purpose, his breath coming harsh and fast as her arousal made her slicker, hotter. Little moans escaped her as she clenched him until he felt her swell, the tone of her cries deepened, and he withdrew.
    â€˜Don’t stop!’
    He smiled and shook his head. He pulled his shirt over his head. Her nipples grazed his chest. He moved slowly, side to side, relishing the friction. Jura squirmed on the table.
    â€˜Lawrence!’
    There was an urgent note in her voice now, of one only just clinging to the edge. He did not want her to fall without him. He wanted to be the one to make her fall. He dropped to his knees before her, gently pushing her back on the table. Her skin was cool, her sex hot. He licked his way in. The taste of her almost overset him. She was chanting his name now, like a spell. He licked, tasted, licked, and she shuddered, cried out, and came, pulsing, sobbing, shuddering. He held his mouth against her, waiting until the first wave was over, and licked again. She bucked under him, cried out again, the muscles in her belly knotting with the force of her climax, her fingers tugging at his hair, his shoulders, as she tried to pull him to her, saying please, please, please, over and over.
    He needed no urging, he had never felt so ready. Quickly unbuttoning his breeches, he angled her on the edge of the table and thrust into the slick heat of her. Another wave and eddy of her orgasm nearly sent him straight over the edge. Lawrence breathed deeply, his hands under her bottom, but she would not let him wait. She tilted up, and he had to thrust, and then thrust again, slowly, hard, making each thrust count, watching her again, her eyes fiery amber, seeing each of his thrusts reflected there, each of his thrusts met with her sigh, higher this time, and then faster, harder, her fingers digging into the hardened muscles of his buttocks, her legs wrapped around his waist, harder, harder, harder, until his climax ripped through him, and he withdrew just in time, crying out her name as if she would save him, though from what he had no