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her ass. Breathing
    heavily, he reached for the button holding the halter top closed. When the fabric fell
    away, he stared at the rich lushness of her breasts now open to his gaze. He cupped
    them in his palms, taking their weight and thumbing her nipples gently. Damn! They
    were huge, firm and inviting. He could suck on them all night.
    Pressing his mouth to her, he gently licked her full, sensuous lips while he made
    quick work of the back zipper on the skirt of her dress, letting it fall to the floor and pool at her feet. He squeezed and kneaded her breasts while his tongue thrust inside
    her mouth and learned every silken inch of it.
    Forcing himself to step back, he let his eyes take in every inch of her trembling
    body, from her wet, taut nipples to the tiny triangle covering her mound. Lane didn’t
    know where to touch first. Where to taste. She was a Florentine princess in flesh and
    blood, so compellingly arousing that he nearly came just from looking at her.
    “There’s no sign that says ‘Don’t touch’,” she teased, with a slight catch in her voice.
    “I wish I had a dozen pairs of hands.” He could barely get the words out.
    He reached to caress her shoulders, her arms, the rich swell of her breasts, pausing
    to flick both the dark nipples. He molded his fingers to the indentation of her waist and the flare of her hips. His hands met on the soft skin of her tummy and moved as one
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    through the trimmed glossy pubic curls to find the wet slit and within it the furled knot of her clitoris. Isabella sucked in a breath as he tugged the nub with two fingers.
    The rich scent of her arousal teased at his nose and he fell to his knees, burying his
    face in her pussy. As carefully as if he were opening the petals of a flower he spread her cunt lips and drew his tongue along the length of her slit. She shuddered and grasped
    his shoulders, digging her fingers into his muscles.
    Her taste was better than any fine wine he’d ever had and twice as intoxicating. He
    lapped at her like a man dying of thirst, sliding his hands around to cup her very fine ass and hold her in place. By turns he licked her slick flesh and swirled his tongue
    around her swollen clit. The more he tasted the wetter she became, her body trembling
    in his grasp, delicious little sounds escaping her lips.
    When she was shaking in his grasp, he nudged her until she fell backward onto the
    bed, her legs dangling over the edge of the mattress and splayed wide open. Locking
    his mouth onto her clit, he slid two fingers inside her, curling them to find her sweet spot. Setting up an insistent rhythm with his mouth and fingers, he probed and stroked
    and sucked, feeling the tension grow in her body.
    “Oh, please,” she cried out, thighs quivering, hands clenched into fists as they
    grasped at the fine cotton sheets.
    Please? Oh, yes, he’d please her all right. He increased the pace of mouth and
    fingers, touching all her intimate points, lapping at her rich cream. As he felt her
    nearing her climax he slipped his fingers from the clasp of her pussy and moved them
    along the very sensitive tissue to the area around the puckered ring of her anus then
    back up again. Once, twice, then he drove three fingers into her channel and bit down
    gently on her clit.
    She came in a voluptuous explosion, drenching his hand and bucking her hips, little
    cries of “oh, oh, oh” punctuating her spasms. Lane couldn’t take his eyes from her. The orgasm gripped her fiercely, shaking her entire body. Her hands closed tightly around
    the sheets, her hips thrust and rose. Her eyes were closed, her face flushed and her
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    breasts heaving at him as she struggled for breath. He continued to stroke and suck
    until the last aftershock faded and Isabella lay limp on the bed. Moving her unresisting body, he adjusted her until she lay lengthwise, her head on the pillows. Then he bent
    down to her kiss her, his tongue still