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mouth came down to worship the side of her neck, feeling hot and insistent on her
prickly, sensitized skin.  But we should talk about this& oh God& or& at least, wait
until later, when we have some& ah, that feels so good& but& privacy& yes,
privacy& and& 
He raised his head.  No.
 N& no?
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 No. I ve waited for longer than you ll ever even be able to imagine, honey. I m
tired of second-guessing myself on this. We ll wait to have intercourse later, if that s
what you want, but I am going to touch you, Sophia, my flesh to yours, right here, right
now, he said in a harsh, desire-bitten voice.  Shh, he forestalled her when he sensed
that she was about to protest and why.  I told you earlier tonight that I d always protect
you when I m making love to you. The others won t hear or sense or see anything. Now
hush. Hold still while I suck on your pretty nipples.
Sophia s gasp of shock that he d just admitted that he knew about her erotic,
seemingly hallucinatory experience from earlier segued to one of stunned pleasure. He
had deliberately moved her thick, warm flannel shirt off her right nipple, exposing the
sensitive flesh to the cool night air before he bent over and encapsulated the tip in his
hot mouth. The abrupt contrast in temperatures, the sensation of him tugging on her
nipple erotically, alternating with the sensation of his wet, rough tongue lashing at her
flesh created a churning meltdown in Sophia s core. She practically choked at the
enormity of pleasure that rocked her body.
The sounds of Sophia s surprised, honest arousal gratified him like nothing ever
had. He leaned back slightly after a moment, as if to inspect her breast in the pitch
darkness. She sighed unevenly as he used his encircling hand to move her wet, stiff
nipple across his closed lips in an erotic glide. Che was intoxicated by the sensation,
letting just the tip of his hungry tongue join in on the experience. He kept himself
immobile and gently manipulated her nipple against him. He felt her shiver and
instinctively knew that the cool night air mixing with his own heat was amplifying the
sensation for her.
 Do you like this, Sophia? he asked distractedly as he brought her turgid flesh
against his slightly opened teeth and rubbed her ever so gently across the rough upper
and lower ridge. She trembled like a leaf in a brisk wind.
 Yes, she panted.  Oh, yes.
 Let s see how much. He carefully pulled her insulated shirt over her taut, damp
nipple, protecting her from the bite of the cool air.
Sophia felt an electric thrill run through her when he straightened and reached for
her pants. She wanted him to kiss her again, to stroke and suck her nipples until she
was mindless and thrashing with need.
But he didn t.
He didn t speak or caress her as he deliberately unfastened her jeans and peeled
back the opening, granting him access to her. And his single-minded intensity made her
even more hot and anticipatory than if he d been encouraging her submission with his
mouth and hands. The crisp, cool hair seemed to tingle on the moist, exposed lips of her
outer sex. She felt his tension, too, like a tangible pressure, a power coiling incredibly
tight but a force equally as strong, urging it to spring free. He slowly pushed her jeans
down a few inches over her hips, letting his hands linger to caress the upper globes of
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her partially bared ass. He raised one hand and held her at the waist while the other
worked its way under her shirt and spread across her belly.
For a moment, he didn t move.
Their awareness of each other in the darkness was so exquisite that Sophia
imagined their life forces throbbing and pulsing in tandem. The heat from his palms
vibrated into her. She had the strange sensation of being sandwiched between his big
hands, held immobilized, helpless& indescribably cherished.
 You shaved, he said quietly, his volume pitched just above the sound of the
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