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she moaned deep in her throat, seemingly understanding his intentions immediately. It surprised him how easily she slipped into her role, how easily she read his desires.
    She shot him a smoldering look and eased one of her fingers inside. In a low, sultry tone, she said, “Ah, yes, I see, Mitch. No worries though. I believe I know just what to do.”
    Exhaling quickly, Mitch went back on his heels, watching in mute fascination as Sara pushed her finger all the way up inside her passion-soaked cleft. Her lids drifted shut as her other hand went to her clit, for a deep, therapeutic massage.
    Mitch’s body broke out in a sweat, but he didn’t dare move, didn’t dare breathe as he watched her masturbate for his pleasure.
    She began moving her finger in and out, in and out, touching herself without inhibition, taking control of her own needs, the same way one would when alone in bed, the same way he had for the last week while visions of Sara danced in his head.
    As she took great pleasure in riding her finger, his muscles bunched, and without thinking, he slipped his hand inside his pants to grip his cock. He was ready to explode just from watching her. He groaned low in his throat as he stroked himself. The sound gained Sara’s attention. Her lids inched open, and the two of them exchanged a long, heated look. When their eyes connected and locked, something inside Mitch softened. Before he had time to examine it further, Sara’s gaze dropped to his crotch, where she could see the outline of his hands working overtime inside his pants. She gave him a slow smile to let him know that she was enjoying his sexy show.
    She spread her legs impossibly wider, affording him a better view of her sex as her finger dipped in and out of her liquid silk.
    She was so goddamned wet, her cream was dripping down her legs. Mitch swiped his hand over her soaked thigh, coating his finger with her juice. When he brought his finger to his mouth and licked it clean, she threw her head back and pinched her clit. Her bold behavior excited him more than he would have expected. He couldn’t believe how sexy, how wild she was with him.
    He knew she was performing this sexy little solo act—for him. Despite everything warning him to keep the night about sex and fantasies, her actions touched him on another level. A rush of tenderness overcame him and he fought valiantly to suppress his emotions.
    Sara might be a sweet, small-town girl, but he loved that she was comfortable enough with him, and her own sexuality, to masturbate for his pleasure.
    No woman had ever done that for him before. It was always about their pleasure, their fantasy, never his. He watched for several more minutes, until the need to touch and taste her propelled him into action.
    “Let me give you a hand, babe.” His index finger breached her opening and together they moved their fingers in and out of her slick entrance. Sara’s eyes glazed; her head wobbled to the side.
    Mitch nudged her chin with his. “We’re getting there, but I’m afraid it might take me all night long to breathe life back into your kitty and get it purring again.”
    “Yes, yes, all night,” she murmured, her voice raspy.
    He pushed his finger in deeper, her walls closing around him like a silken glove. “Are you up for that, Sara?”
    She drew her finger out, granting him deeper access, and gripped his shoulders for support. “Oh yes, I’m up for that.” She began rocking her hips, riding his thick finger feverishly. With his free hand, Mitch snaked his arm around her waist, following the sensuous sway of her body.
    Watching her gyrate on his finger pushed him to the edge of oblivion. What he really wanted was to watch her gyrate on his cock, but she wasn’t quite ready for that.
    Face flushed, her hands gripping his shoulders, she picked up the tempo. Her movements became quicker and faster as she chased an orgasm. He slipped another finger inside her for a deliciously snug fit.
    “That’s a