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in a very long time, then I believe extreme measures might need to be taken. And I, of course, want to use the right tool for the right job.”
    He could tell his words excited her by her quick intake of air and disjointed response. “Oh, yes, yes, extreme measures, right tool.”
    This time Mitch blew a cool breath over her clit, and using slow, sinuous circles that seemed to drive her wild, he stroked her delicate flesh with the rough pad of his thumb.
    “Oh God,” Sara cried out. He felt her legs buckle. With a slight nudge, he urged her backward, and propped her against the wall for support.
    Turning his attention back to the juncture of her legs, to her beautiful, perfect pussy, he made a tsk ing sound and shook his head.
    “What is it?” Sara whimpered, her hands tangling in his hair, guiding his mouth to her sex, conveying without words what she needed.
    “It’s not looking good.” His nose nudged her clit and she gasped, her hips jutting forward, her pink lips colliding with his mouth, seeking more. Her boldness thrilled him. His groin screamed, demanding attention, demanding he strip off his gear and fuck her, like she wanted. Like he wanted. But he was so goddamned revved up, he knew he wouldn’t last five fucking minutes, and he wanted to last. He wanted to take his time. He wanted to play with her and give her the wild fantasy she craved. All night long.
    “Please, Mitch,” she begged, her voice as shaky as her body. Her fingers left his hair and moved to her pussy. She spread her wet lips wide, offering her sex up to him so nicely.
    His body hummed with passion, need, and sexual frustration. “Jesus Christ,” he cursed under his breath as she stood there, her plump pussy lips spread wide-open, his for the taking.
    Lust rushed through his bloodstream and made him mad with the need to devour her. His flame-resistant coat did little to keep the fire at bay. He stood, inched back, and tore it off, never once taking his eyes off her glistening cunt and the way she’d offered it up like a dessert tray at a buffet.
    He sank to his knees once again. The urgent need to delve into her sweetness and savor all her offerings took hold of him. Unable to control himself any longer, he leaned in for a deep, thorough taste. “Mmmmm…” he moaned, inhaling her aroused aroma. His tongue made a slow pass over her clit and then dipped inside to lap at her sweet feminine syrup. He stroked from front to back, slowly at first, and then harder with each pass. A low hiss came from Sara’s lips. She moved restlessly beneath him.
    “God, you taste exquisite,” he whispered from between her thighs.
    His passion reached new heights as he dusted kisses over her creamy pussy. Fuck, he’d never tasted anything finer.
    He spent a long time between her legs, devouring her delectable softness. He nibbled, licked, and sucked greedily on her lush clit, until her moans of pleasure merged with his. He loved how her entire body quivered beneath his ministrations. His hands climbed higher to touch full breasts through her lace bra. She closed her fingers over his, kneading her hard nipples right along with him, fueling his lust and sparking his imagination. There was nothing like a woman who took her pleasure into her own hands.
    After his mouth had had its fill, he inched back. The sound of her sexually frustrated groan reached his ears and pleased the hell out of him. He loved how she responded to him, he loved how crazy his tongue made her, and he especially loved this sexy, little resuscitation game they were playing.
    In a low, hushed tone, he said, “Sara, after a closer examination, I realize extreme measures must be taken. Your kitty is in dire need. It’s much worse than I’d originally thought.”
    Her lids sprang open. “It is?” she asked, feigning surprise.
    “Yes, it is. I think you should see for yourself.” He took one of her fingers and guided it to her gorgeous, kiss-swollen opening.
    Her lashes fluttered and