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pussy, my back arched. He put an arm over
    my hips, holding them steady while his tongue"s gentle explorations made me
    squirm. He hadn"t even touched my clit yet, and I was already losing it. With every
    passing second, I fell apart a little more, wondering if he"d ever stop teasing me and
    just—
    “Oh, my God …” The arm across my hips was all that kept me from flying up
    off the bed when his tongue fluttered across my clit. If his kiss had made my knees
    shake, the gentle, sweeping circles he made with his tongue shook me right to the

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    core. Two fingers slipped inside me, and a soft half moan vibrated against my clit,
    and my entire body trembled in response to his voice and his touch.
    A helpless sound escaped my lips, and I clawed the sheets. I didn"t think it was
    possible to be this aroused, and in no time at all, he effortlessly brought me to a
    shuddering climax. I couldn"t have held back if I tried, nor could I have stopped the
    throaty, passionate cry that was probably heard for miles around.
    Even when I came back down, while my eyes tried to focus through the blur of
    tears and my fingers released their grasp on the bed, Sabian didn"t stop. His tongue
    made gentle circles, backing off just enough to keep me from getting too sensitive,
    and his fingers continued teasing my G-spot.
    “Sabian, I—” I stopped, biting my lip. What? Keep doing that? Stop and fuck
    me? Don’t stop? It’s too much? It’s not enough ? The only thing I knew was that my
    need to have him inside me became more urgent with every touch of his tongue. I
    needed him like I needed the air I couldn"t quite remember how to breathe.
    Finally, I managed to choke out two words: “Fuck me.”
    He didn"t stop immediately, but the slower, gentler strokes told me he"d
    understood and was obeying. His fingers withdrew, and his tongue eased off my clit
    one circle at a time, letting me return to earth without an abrupt, jarring halt.
    He pushed himself up on his arms and came back up to me. He might have
    intended to kiss me, or maybe speak, or, hell, I didn"t know what. I didn"t give him a
    chance.
    Grabbing the back of his neck, I dragged him down into a deep kiss. He didn"t
    even flinch. His tongue slipped past my lips, and the sweetness of my pussy drove
    me wild, reminding me of the still-tingling remnants of my orgasm.
    We were both breathless when he broke the kiss and looked down at me. “How
    do you like it?” He trailed a finger down the side of my neck. “Rough? Gentle?”
    I licked my lips. “Rough.”
    He grinned. “Rough I can do.” He reached for the bedside table.
    It occurred to me while he went through the foil-tearing condom-rolling
    motions that this man who was about to fuck me was a total stranger. We didn"t
    know each other"s e-mail addresses or wine preferences. We didn"t know all the
    boring things we might have feigned interest in over dinner and drinks on a normal
    date. We didn"t even know each other"s real names. The only things I knew about
    him were what he did for a living, how gorgeous he was naked, and the fact that he
    was about to fuck me.
    And I couldn"t have been happier.
    With the condom in place, he got on top again, but he didn"t fuck me yet. His
    lips closed around my nipple. He held it with his teeth and teased with his tongue,
    finding that perfect balance between pain and pleasure, and though I wanted his
    cock right now , I loved what he was doing too much to ask him to stop.
    He must have spent a good minute or two there before he moved to my other
    nipple, and all the while, my pussy tingled with anticipation, knowing he could be

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    inside me at any second. The condom was on. I was wet and turned on. Any.
    Fucking. Second.
    But he hadn"t been in a hurry all evening, and he didn"t start now. Even when
    his lips left my nipple and started up toward my neck, he took his time, letting each
    soft kiss raise its own goose bumps before inching higher,