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That was all the permission she needed. As he buried his face between her thighs, Vanessa finally gained her prize, too, covering the thick, bulbous head of his sex with her lips. He hissed against her slick folds as she took more of him, sucking him into her mouth, taking as much as she could until he hit the back of her throat.

“Oh, Lord have mercy,” he grunted, pausing to enjoy what she was doing to him. She didn’t mind. She liked giving oral sex almost as much as she liked getting it. If they were both happening at the same time…so much the better.

Reaching between his legs, she toyed with those vulnerable sacs between, feeling him flinch in response. Relentless, she moved her head up and down, making love to him with her mouth, still tenderly holding him in her hand. Stan quickly returned to what he’d been doing. It was only a minute or so before everything—the spicy tastes, the rich smells, the sighs and moans and, oh, heavens, the feelings—all exploded into a cacophony of pleasure and she climaxed against his lips.

She shuddered from it, giving her body over to it, barely noticing as Stan pulled away only long enough to turn around. She was still shaking when he moved over her.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

She opened her eyes, doing it, seeing his self-satisfied smile and the glisten of her own body’s moisture on his lips.

“You taste amazing.”

“I feel even better, just wait and see” she boasted, arching up toward him. They’d played enough. Now she wanted him inside her, filling her up, pounding into her until her head blew off.

Stan reached for the pocket of the pants he’d tossed onto the end of his bed, retrieving a condom from it. Vanessa would have offered to help, but she was shaking and feared she’d drop the thing, prolonging the agony. Because waiting was agony. She was twisting, thrusting up toward him, begging him for it. She was almost ready to cry in frustration, needing him so badly.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen,” Stan said, sounding almost reverent. He lowered himself back between her thighs, his face close to hers so he could press a languorous kiss on her mouth. And as he kissed her, as his tongue played gently with hers, he slowly slid into her body.

Vanessa emitted a tiny gasp, in the very back of her throat, her breath hitching. He was moving so gently, taking such care, as if afraid to hurt her. Though she had been wanting it wild and hard and fast, the tenderness of the man hit her harder than any booty-rocking sex ever could.

“Beautiful,” he repeated, cupping her head in his hand.

She stared into his eyes, wondering why, though the frenzy was gone and she was getting what she wanted, tears still tried to spill from her eyes. Maybe it was the expression on his handsome face. The warmth in his gaze. The sweet smile on his lips. That smooth voice and tender tone.

She had never felt like this with another man. Never. She wanted to wrap herself around him and thank him for making her feel so cherished. And, as he drove home, stretching her to her limit, for making her feel so…damn…good.

* * *

Later, after Vanessa had finally tumbled into an exhausted sleep, Stan found himself lying on his side of the bed, propped up on one elbow, staring at her face. Her lips were parted as she breathed lightly, and they were still red and swollen from his kisses.

He didn’t think he’d ever tire of kissing this woman.

He’d sure done a lot of it tonight. They’d made love for over an hour until his body had finally had enough of him putting off his climax and had simply taken over. She’d fallen right to sleep afterward, their legs still entwined.

He hadn’t been able to follow her. He was too keyed up. The sex had merely taken the edge off his energetic mood, it hadn’t killed it. Though he’d like to wake her up for another round, he figured the woman could use an hour or two of sleep first.

Then he’d wake her up.

Glancing at the clock, he saw it was midnight. Late here, but not too late on the West Coast. He had a nightly call to make. So he slipped out of bed, padding naked