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shirt, then, wanting to feel him skin-on-skin, without any barriers. She sat up and peeled off his shirt, pausing to kiss each strong shoulder. On an impulse, she leaned down to flick each of his small nipples in turn, delighted to hear the sharp intake of breath the action caused. Her hand wandered across his stomach, marveling at the ripple of muscles there and the way they jumped under her hand. She paused at his belt and looked up at him. He nodded, encouraging her , and , with a deep breath, she undid the buckle .
    He stood after that and quickly kicked off his pants and the boxers underneath. Mary drank in the sight of him, eyes settling on the hard length between his legs. She licked her lips, nervous at what would come next.
    Sensing her distress, he said, “It will be wonderful, Mary. I promise.”
    She nodded. “I know.”
    “You trust me , right?”
    She no dded again. “With my life and soul.”
    He kneeled, hands palming her breasts, thumbs caressing their tips. “I love you , Mary Holmes.”
    “I love you , Andrew Smith.”
    They kissed again, deeply and it seemed like more than their skin touched, as if their very essence melded together, fusing into one. He pushed her onto her back and once again kissed his way down her body, this time moving past her bre asts and stomach to the nexus at her legs. Gently coaxing her thighs apart, he kissed her mound and parted her nether lips, peeling her open for his tongue.
    Mary cried out as pleasure assailed her. It sparked where his tongue touched her and then spread in a hot wave up through her stomach to her breasts. Each wave became bigger than the last and she found h erself sobbing as a spasming release crashed over her.
    Before she could catch her breath, his hardness pressed at her wet entrance. “Try to relax for me, my love,” he said, his voice soft with tenderness. Little by little he won his way into her slick heat. When he was in as far as he could go, he stopped and kissed her until the uncomfortable stretching sensation of his penetration felt normal. Lips still locked with hers, he pumped in and out with small movements, giving her as much time as he could to accustom herself to his size.
    Moving from her lips, he pressed his mouth to her neck and collarbone, laying a trail of love bites down to her breasts. Once again, he suckled at her nipples and her stomach clenched at the onslaught of pleasure. Her breasts were swollen, nipples taut with ne ed and her core was wet and hot .
    He quickened his pace and she writhed under him, softly gasping his name. Andrew lifted her legs up to his shoulders and pumped harder. Mary moaned, hands reaching for him, but only able to graze his thighs given their position. Her breasts bounced with each stroke, a reaction that tugged on her nipples, amplifying the sensory memory of his tongue lapping them into stiff points . Inside, pleasure swelled so large , she felt as if she would explode. Mary closed her eyes, retreating to an inner world of sensation . Drew pistoned between her thighs , striking h er over and over until she succu mbed to a second wave of bliss.
    She arched up with a hoarse shriek, hands flailing on the picnic blanket, looking for something to hold onto. Andrew gripped her hips and slammed her down his length, taking advantag e of her release to find his own . He groaned and bit his lip as he came, shuddering with the force of their lovemaking.
    I found myself yanked out of Mary’s body and standing next to Andrew the ghost again.
    I gave myself a little shake, trying to ground myself. T he echoes of Mary’s orgasms still pulsed through me. “I fee l dirty ,” I said. “Was the supernatural ménage -a-trois really necessary?”
    He shrugged , unmoved by my reaction . “That was the happiest memory of my life.”
    “Congratulations. Try to keep me out of it.”
    He shook his head, emphatic. “No. You have to understand how much I loved her.”
    “Why?”
    “Because you will judge