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three sopping digits.
    Callie smiled over at him. “Maybe if
you’re a good boy, I will.”
    He laughed, bending lower to lick her
pussy, slow and deliberate. Her hips arched up, following the touch
of his tongue. “I’m always a good boy.”
    “Show me.” One scarlet brow rose in
challenge.
    “With pleasure.” He dropped his head
between her legs, thrusting his tongue between her soft bare
lips.
    She screamed out, her body flailing
along the tabletop as he found her clit and sucked it between his
lips. She tasted of vanilla and sugar from the frosting, and the
exotic sweetness that was pure Callie. Even if he ate her out every
night – which he pretty much did – he’d never get enough of
her.
    He nudged a finger into her, curling
it to find the right spot deep inside her. She screamed, her pussy
convulsing on his finger. Her thighs tightened around his head,
holding him close. In their time together, he’d learned all the
secret places of her body that made her squirm and shake, and he
enjoyed using that knowledge to his advantage.
    She lifted her arms off the table,
trying to reach for him, but the red licorice rope still held her.
She gave a groan of frustration as he continued to stroke inside
her, his mouth fixed on her clit, sucking through each ripple of
her sex.
    As she raced toward climax, she gave
up her struggles, dropping her hands back to the table. She moaned,
her hips arching up to ride against his mouth. He sucked harder,
pushing her over the peak.
    Finally she sank back, exhausted and
replete. He eased from her thighs, licking the last trace of her
sweetness from his sticky lips. A dazed expression covered her
face, a small satisfied smile turned up the corners of her lips.
Her chest rose and sank with her deep breaths, her breasts bobbing
with the movement. His cock throbbed. Watching Callie come was the
sexiest thing he’d ever seen. It didn’t matter how many times he
witnessed her beauty, it never lost its effect.
    “Gorgeous,” he whispered and she
smiled.
    His cock throbbed and his balls ached
– needing to be inside her – now. Making her come once wasn’t
anywhere near enough. He needed to watch her scale that peak again
– this time around his dick. “Now it’s my turn.”
    Standing, he stripped out of his
clothes, throwing his tee-shirt to the floor without caring where
it fell. He unhooked his belt and unfastened his pants as he toed
out of his shoes, needing to be naked as quickly as possible. One
more second separated from Callie’s naked body was far too
long.
    He tossed his pants, boxers and socks
behind him. Returning to the table, he pulled Callie to the edge,
gripping her thighs and spreading her wide. Her sweet pink pussy
gleamed with moisture. Her eyes looked up at him glassy with
unabashed lust. Her entire body still flushed a deep red from her
previous orgasm. Like all redheads she could go from soft white to
deep red with only a little coaxing. There was nothing he loved
more than turning her redder than a strawberry.
    He smoothed his fingers
down her leg, loving the little mewling sounds that escaped her
lips at his touch. Her muscles still twitched beneath his
attention. God, he loved her. This was his woman. The woman he’d waited
three achingly long years for.
    But it had all been worth it. She was
his now, and he didn’t plan to ever let her go.
    Spreading her thighs wide, he wrapped
her legs around his hips. With one smooth lunge, he thrust into her
hard and deep. She screamed out, her dripping pussy accommodating
his length and girth. He groaned in turn as she rippled around him,
clenching his cock so hard he couldn’t see. He took three deep
breaths to stave off the desperate burn to come at the first touch
of her. It would be so easy to pour himself inside her. But it
would be so much sweeter if they came together. The two of them,
limbs entwined, moaning and shivering around each other.
    “I need to touch you,” she cried,
moisture blurring the