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said I stood in the way of scientific progress.” Even if he couldn’t understand the so-called experiment.
            “Oh. It’s over there on the tripod. But, Theo, about that. We should talk.”
            “No.” No talking. Stalking over, he grabbed the camera and placed it closer to the bed before turning it on.
            “No? Theo, I think we really should discuss this.” Was he crazy or did she sound breathless, perhaps more than a little turned on?
            He hoped like hell she was turned on, because he was burning the hell up.
            “I said no, Misha. No talking.” To punctuate the statement he divested himself of his slacks and boxer briefs at the same time, throwing them over his shoulder. His cock stood out painfully full and thick, leaking at the mushroomed tip as if it were crying for her. Hell, it was. They’d both wanted Misha forever, him and his dick.
            “But...”
            Moving back to the bed, Theo gripped the teddy with both hands and ripped it right down the middle, then did the same to the tiny lace thong that accompanied the garment. Whatever Misha had been about to say turned into a cute little moan instead of actual words. Half lifting her body, he threw the ruined clothing away. Where, he didn’t really care.
            Finally. Misha in her full glory. Perfect.
            Holy shit she was wet. Very very wet. Her mons was waxed smooth and glistening for him. The most beautiful pussy he had ever been blessed enough to behold stared back at him with naked longing. It mesmerized him, called to him. No way he was ever letting her go. But first, he really had to taste her.

Chapter Four
     
     
            Holy crap! Professor Sullivan was packing some very serious equipment in his pants. Of course, Misha had always suspected as much. She'd witnessed an occasional tent in his slacks when he wasn't being vigilant about hiding his basic human reactions. The reality of his bare penis was far, far more impressive than the few involuntary hard-ons she’d witnessed. The confession that had been on the very edge of her tongue evaporated as she forgot to do anything more than gape.
            Then he had ripped the lingerie right off her. Just grasped it and rent it in two like some sort of primitive. That had certainly not happened the first three times she’d attempted intercourse. If it had, she might have attempted the act many more times. In theory she supposed such an act could be seen as violent and thereby threatening... Who the hell was she kidding? It thrilled her right down to her toes.
            But the way he was looking at her now… Her channel began flooding with nature's mysterious lubrication that only seemed to work for her when Theo was around. However, her core had never been quite as wet as it was now. There was no way to hide it either. Theo had taken her thighs in hand, holding her open as he stared at her core. The wonder and hunger in his eyes were enough to stop a woman’s heart.
            Or so she thought.
            Cunnilingus was something Misha had read about extensively, but never really saw herself as a recipient. The name seemed so clinical. The act read as something far-fetched. Only as Theo lowered his head to her mons, she realized she had been so wrong. Egregiously wrong. The carnal kiss was nothing like she’d imagined. Unlike when he had taken her mouth, the kiss to her pussy was soft. His tongue swiped, teased, soothed before probing deep inside her channel. Her hips moved up involuntarily, rolling against his mouth. Funny, she’d always thought oral sex would feel cold and wet. Not so, she was discovering. Gradually the mouth against her sex became far more demanding. The gentle caresses gave way to aggressive suckling, nibbles with the slightest sting, and oh God, his fingers joined in the play.
            Misha was absolutely sure she'd experienced