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faucet. Kate’s legs still wrapped around his waist, Eric lifted her from the counter. His mouth on hers, he stumbled through the kitchen with her in his arms. He made it as far as the living room where he sat her on the couch and knelt in front of her. With a groan, he unzipped his jeans and freed himself. He ached to be inside the woman. He couldn’t remember ever being this fucking hard. But he wanted to taste her. He had to feel her silky skin against his lips. He wanted to watch Kate come before he allowed himself the ultimate pleasure of thrusting his cock inside her. She was so beautiful, with her long legs and her smooth, slender body and those big brown eyes that questioned his motives but accepted his actions nonetheless.
    Eric could sense Kate was exactly what she seemed, a woman who had lived a little. Who had learned how to laugh, how to lose graciously, how to say thank you when a man complimented her, instead of asking if some dress made her look fat.
    Christ, she turned him on. He felt her hands on his shoulders, waiting for him to make the next move, silently begging him to make the next move. He reached for the snap on her jeans. He stripped them from her, eyes locked on her face. Eric watched her bite her lower lip in anticipation. He smiled when he saw her black boy shorts. No silk thong for Kate. Eric very slowly slid his palms along the inside of her satiny thighs, savoring the feel of every inch. Her legs began to shake as her spread them wider, giving him access and a view of what he was about to do. His thumbs reached the edge of her shorts and he slid them beneath, one on each side, touching the delicate, silk inside.
    Yes , he heard Kate say, her voice husky with desire. God she was hot. She was wet and slippery and ready for him. Ready for whatever he had in mind.
     
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    Kate felt one of Eric’s thumbs slip inside her panties. He slid slowly through her folds until he found her clit. Oh. My. God. He knew enough about a woman’s body to know that direct pressure was sometimes too much, especially when a woman was as turned on as she was. He deliberately circled the swollen nub with his wet thumb, a thumb that was wet with her now, instead of water from the kitchen faucet. The second thumb trailed after the first, entering her carefully, thrusting inside her in a slow, steady rhythm. Kate tried to keep her eyes open, she tried to watch Eric’s face as he watched her, but she found it impossible. She thought she might scream with pleasure. Instead, Kate threw her head back against the couch and gripped the cushions hard with both hands.
    Kate called, “Eric…”
    He bit the inside of her thigh in response.
    “ Oh…God…Eric…” She arched her back, rising towards him as she came, pressing hard against his fingers. Her orgasm went on forever.
    “ That’s it, lover,” she heard Eric murmur. “I want you to come again, just like that, but this time, against my mouth.”
    Kate heard herself reply, but her reply was unintelligible, as he removed her boy shorts, spread her thighs and lowered his mouth to her. Eric replaced his thumb with his tongue and he ran it over her swollen, sensitive clit and down to her tender opening.
    He lifted his head for a moment. “You taste heavenly, Kate,” he said, and then he placed his mouth against her, alternately sucking and licking, nipping at her clit. He slid a finger into her, then two, while his other hand reached up her body to toy with a hard nipple.
    Never, in her entire life, had Kate experienced anything so sensual, so arousing, so intense. She threaded her hands through Eric’s thick hair and followed his movements. There was no need to direct him. He knew exactly what she needed.
    Kate moaned wildly as she teetered on the brink of orgasm. Suddenly Eric nipped her and she screamed. She shattered, his tongue thrusting inside her to lap at the tiny contractions. Eric was masterful, Kate realized from a far, distant place. He was quite