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  him while her mouth counter-stroked, lips and fingers meeting in the middle. Her head bobbing, her mouth watering, her teeth-scraping, all rhythmic sucking, heat and wetness. Worshiping that marvelous male flesh.

  Billy’s hips pumped. His thumbs spread across her hollowed cheeks as she took him deeper yet. The wet, sucking sounds of her mouth on his sex and his answering moans of ecstasy made her thighs sticky and her blood race.

  “Eden. Stop or I’m gonna shoot.”

  “Shoot in my mouth, Billy.”

  A low growl rumbled from his chest. “Then you’ll swallow every goddamn drop.” His hands returned to her head and he gripped hanks of hair in his fists, adding an erotic pinch of pain as he fucked her mouth.

  His body tensed. “Here it comes.” His cock lifted slightly, the length tightened and twitched as pulse after pulse of hot come flowed over her tongue and dripped down the back of her throat.

  She kept swallowing, stroking, wringing every ounce of pleasure from him until he begged, “Stop. Jesus. I can’t take any more, baby,” and his spent cock slipped from her mouth.

  Billy hadn’t opened his eyes. His hands were clenched into fists by his naked flanks. A beautiful red flush colored his cheeks and his breathing was decidedly ragged.

  Good.

  Quietly, Eden stood and padded to the kitchen. Her hand shook so badly that she spilled water down her neck. The cold glass felt heavenly against her hot lips. Liquid cooled her mouth but washed away the taste of him.

  She heard his footfalls stop on the linoleum behind her.

  Billy pulled her against his chest. “That was fucking amazing,” he muttered gruffly.

  “For me too. Are you hungry?”

  “Only hungry for you, Eden.” His lips brushed her ear. “I want you.”

  “But—”

  “Stop talking. Let me have you.”

  Amidst drugging kisses, his thumbs feathered touches on her stomach near her belly button and the muscles rippled in response.

  “Hang on.” Then he lifted her onto the counter. “Take off the robe. Now.”

  “Right here? In the kitchen?”

  “You just had me in the living room.” The heat in his eyes contrasted with the gentle hands he placed on her collarbones. “So yes. Right here, right now.” His mouth sought hers and he oh-so-slowly lowered the robe, allowing the silky material to slither over her bared back.

  As he cranked up the kiss, his hands drifted across the slopes of her breasts, slipping over her torso and briefly landing on her midriff. Billy grabbed her butt, tugging her half-on, half-off the counter.

  Eden jerked back. “I’m falling.”

  “I won’t let you.” Sweaty palms glided over the breadth of her legs to her knees. He watched her eyes as he splayed her thighs apart. Wide. “Put your hands behind you and dig your heels into the cabinet door.”

  “But—”

  “Do it,” he growled, shutting her up with another carnal kiss that curled her toes, her hair and her internal organs.

  When he ripped his mouth free, the desire in his eyes almost toppled her off the counter.

  Billy warned, “Brace yourself,” and dropped to his knees on the rug in front of her.

  Every bit of blood drained from Eden’s upper body, plummeting to the lower regions currently not in need of additional blood flow.

  He clamped his fingers securely around her quaking knees and rubbed his mouth there. “Jesus, you smell good.” His labored breathing echoed hers as he wended his way toward his target via the inside of her thigh. The slow, steady rasp of his razor-stubbled jaw made her squirm. After one quick swipe at the throbbing center of her heat, he nibbled a path to the other knee.

  A frustrated sigh escaped her.

  Billy repeated the teasing tactic on her legs, getting closer with each wet pass of his tongue, until Eden groaned at the erotic combination of his soft hair and hot mouth brushing her hypersensitive skin.

  Finally Billy’s tongue darted out for a thorough taste of her pussy, probing, licking and then retreating before he blew one soft breath over her molten core.

  “You are so wet. So hot. So unbelievably delicious.” He continued torturing her with smallest flicks of the tip of his tongue. “Mmm. Same pretty pink color here as your mouth. It was hot as hell seeing my cock disappearing between your sweet lips.” He detoured and licked the crease of her thigh.

  Eden’s leg spasmed involuntarily and he chuckled, the low rumble shot a spike of heat from her groin to her nipples. But Billy avoided the area where Eden craved his elusive tongue.

  Her breath sawed out of her lungs. Sweat dampened her neck, her back, between her legs. She wanted to plunge her hands in his silky hair and force his wandering head closer.

  “Such soft skin right here,” he whispered, nipping at the curve of her inner thigh, while his thumbs drew feathery circles behind her knees. He tortured her with openmouthed kisses down the front of her shin to her ankle.

  Not up.

  Damn him.

  Billy licked the shallow dent near her heel; his fingertips stroked the back of her calf. Lightly. Like raindrops. He nibbled the top of her twitching foot, then set his hot mouth right above her anklebone and sucked.

  “Oh. My. God.” Eden’s eyes rolled back in her head. Whoa. Since when was her ankle an erogenous zone with a hyperlink to her burning pussy?

  “Like that, do you?”

  He did it again and her sex contracted.

  A small scream burst from Eden’s throat. “Billy, I thought you said no more talking. And there you are, jabbering for God’s sake—”

  “Fine. I’m done.” His tongue blazed up her moist channel. Making her wetter and wetter. Stopping to suckle her swollen pussy lips. Swirling that naughty tongue in circles. Fast. Slow. Teasing. Blatant.

  Billy pressed his thumbs above her pubic bone, peeled back the hood hiding that little bud, and fastened his mouth to her clit. He used his lips, his teeth—God—his tongue—persistently until she thought she’d burst.

  And she did, climaxing in a flash, gasping his name as he sucked and sucked. The pounding, pulsing waves flared from her sex, sending shudders of pleasure throughout her whole body.

  Sated, dazed, spent, Eden forgot about bracing herself and let her head fall back in utter abandon. The resounding whack against the cupboard and sharp pain barely registered.

  When the tremors stopped, she gazed down at him.

  His blue eyes were ablaze, his mouth glistening with her juices. “Remember the other night? When I told you what I wanted from you?”

  His explicit words rang in her ears, promises of exactly what he planned to do to her. “Uh. Yeah.”

  “I’m gonna take you that way tonight. Now.”

  Pulling her from the counter, Billy rocked his erection into her pelvis and captured her mouth with a wet, soul-sucking kiss. He detached his lips from hers. “Go upstairs. Get your vibrator. And a towel. I have to get something and then I’ll be right up.”

  Chapter Eleven

  After taking the condoms from his pocket, Billy left his clothes where he’d shed them and headed upstairs.

  A small light on the nightstand suffused the room with soft amber light. Eden had rolled down the bedspread and was sprawled in the center of the mattress.

  He stopped and stared. “You steal my breath.”

  But her eyes were glued on the bottle of oil in his hand.

  Billy set the stuff next to the vibrator and perched on the edge of the bed. “Hey.” He smoothed his hand from the curve of her shoulder to her wrist. “You okay?”

  “Ah. Yeah. What’s the oil for?”

  Keeping his gaze on hers, he traced her index finger in a sensual line from the nail to the knuckle and across the webbing, eliciting her deep shiver. “You know what it’s for.” He leaned forward and kissed her, a slow tango of sliding lips and dueling tongues.

  The kiss changed from sweet to hot to molten. Gentle caresses turned into uncontrolled touches. Bill
y ended up on top of Eden, with his hand buried between her soft, moist thighs. God. She was wet again. He wanted her so badly it was painful.

  “I can’t wait. On your hands and knees.”

  Eden didn’t look at him as she rolled over.

  Billy slipped on a condom, grabbed the vibrator and placed it next to her right hand on the bed. He caged her body below his and put his lips on her ear. “Do you know how incredible you look? With your ass in the air waiting for me? It’s sexy as hell. I’ll go slowly. Nothing to be scared of.” When he nuzzled her nape, she trembled. “Nothing to be ashamed of either, Eden.”

  “I know. I want this. I want this with you.” She turned her head and nipped his jaw. “Do it. Take the last of my virginity, Billy.”

  Somehow he kept from ramming his cock into her right then. He set his hand in the middle of her back and pushed her upper body flat on the bed. “Be easier for you to use the vibrator in this position. Now spread your knees wider. Tilt your hips up. Oh, yeah. Perfect.”

  The little pucker and her pussy were completely visible, a wet, pink oasis amidst the tawny skin of her rounded ass and slender thighs. His cock went hard as a ruler.

  He reached for the bottle of vegetable oil and tipped it, dribbling the liquid down her ass crack.

  “Oh. That’s warm.”

  “I heated it.” He cupped oil in his hand, using some on his cock and the rest to coat his fingers. He probed the tiny hole with one finger, added more oil, inserted another finger and poured the remainder a little at a time as his fingers fucked in and out of her untried ass.

  Eden shuddered.

  “You okay?”

  “Yes. Just do it.”

  For a second he couldn’t focus beyond his animalistic lust, his need, the male possession thumping in his chest. But somehow he held off impaling her to the hilt in one lightning fast stroke. “Just a little more.” He scissored his fingers inside her narrow opening to stretch her, bowled over by the tight, slick heat. When Eden pumped her hips back with a whimper, he knew she was ready.

  Billy slowly circled the plump head of his cock around the slippery entrance, knowing the stimulation of pressure on the nerve-endings would drive her crazy. Then he popped just the cockhead in and stopped.

  “Oh God.”

  “No, baby, don’t clench. Does it hurt?”

  “Yeah, but keep going.”

  I’ll show you how I can keep going. Harder. Faster. Make you burn. Prove to you who this ass and everything attached to it belongs to; always has, always will.

  Reason shoved the male glutton aside. No. Hold off, hold off, hold off, don’t be a brute, don’t be selfish. Be the tender man she deserves.

  “Billy?”

  “I can’t reach your clit. Do you want to slide the vibrator in your pussy before I’m in fully?”

  “No. God. Please. Just finish what you started.”

  “Then say it. Say the words, Eden.”

  “Fill my ass.”

  “I love it when you talk dirty.” He eased all the way into that tight, hot channel and groaned. Damn. He wasn’t going to last long even if he wasn’t moving much. Even if he wanted to pull her ass cheeks apart and ream her. Watch that small hole stretching to accommodate his dick. Feel that close-fitting heat sucking him in, the tight muscles milking him dry, making him mindless with lust.

  “Why did you stop?”

  “Because it feels so damn good I want to savor it. You’re like silk inside, Eden. Warm, tight, hot silk around my cock.”

  The buzz of the vibrator brought him out of his pleasure stupor. When she rested the phallus against the length of her pussy and Billy felt the vibration in his balls, his hips snapped back and he plunged to the hilt again.

  The noise from her sweet mouth was indistinguishable as pleasure or pain so he kept the next few strokes measured. Rivulets of sweat snaked down his temple. His molars damn near cracked from clenching his jaw. His fingers gripped Eden’s curvy hips in an effort not to fuck her virgin ass like a wild man.

  He tried to concentrate on the sweet perfume of her arousal not the supreme tightness of her anal passage. The sight and sound of her arm moving between her legs as she pleasured herself and not her ass muscles clenching and unclenching around his cock. The brightness of her auburn hair flowing across the pristine white sheet and not how erotic his cock looked disappearing between those softly rounded bronze cheeks.

  But it didn’t help. His awareness was solely in his dick and the tight hot tight hot tight hot faster faster faster mantra urging him to plow into her ass. He gave in. One hard, deep thrust from cockhead to root.

  “Just like that. Do it like that again. Fuck my ass harder, I’m so close—”

  Eden didn’t finish the sentence before Billy jackhammered into her tight portal over and over.

  When Eden began to come, gasping, thrusting her hips back, her anal muscles contracting, the vibrator buzzing near his balls, Billy lost it. He fucked her without pause, lost in that yes yes yes blur of unconsciousness, where nothing mattered but expelling every ounce of hot seed into those clenching walls.

  What a fucking rush. Like being in a Formula One car, bungee jumping into a gorge and on the steepest drop of a roller coaster—all at the same time.

  After he reclaimed his brain cells from pleasure overload, Billy kissed his way up Eden’s spine. “That was amazing.”

  “I…damn. I don’t even know what to say.”

  “You okay?” he murmured.

  “Yeah. Tired. You wore me out today, Billy.”

  “Mmm.” He tasted the sweat on her neck and softly blew in her ear to distract her while he pulled his semi-soft cock out of her ass.

  Eden hissed.

  He scattered more soft kisses across her shoulder. “Be right back.”

  A few minutes later, he brought a warm washcloth. He cleaned her up amidst flirty kisses, thorough caresses and whispering sweet words against her sweet-smelling skin. Billy couldn’t get enough of touching her, running his hands and mouth over every inch of her sleek curves. He hauled her upper body across his, continuing to drag his fingertips up and down her spine.

  Eden propped her chin on his chest and gave him a pensive look. “I have to ask you something kinda weird.”

  He twirled a section of her hair around his finger. “What?”

  “Would you like to go to the Silver Star tomorrow night?”

  “Is it a restaurant?”

  “No. It’s a bar. There’s music and dancing.”

  “I thought you preferred to keep our relationship off the radar.”

  “That’s why it’d be perfect. It’s off the beaten path.”

  Billy wasn’t sure he liked the direction this conversation was headed.

  “A good friend is only in town for a couple of nights and I promised I’d hang out with him.”

  “Him?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Are you involved with him?”

  “Yes and no. This’ll probably sound awkward, being that we’re in the afterglow of butt sex and all—” she flashed him a quick grin, “—but you should know that Jon and I have a casual sexual relationship.”

  Fuck. He asked, “How casual, Eden?” knowing that his tone wasn’t casual at all.