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he told her as he looked up at her, his mouth shiny with her juices.
"I want you inside me," she pleaded. "Please."
"Soon. Very soon. But one more of these first."
"I can't. Please."
"Sure you can." His voice was low and rough and heated.
This time he worked her with his fingers, sliding two inside her as he pulled on her clit with his mouth, sucking and drawing and teasing, pushing her up that long heated slope again until her body convulsed again, shaking as a second orgasm claimed her.
She was still trembling from the aftershocks when Matt grabbed a condom from the nightstand where he'd dropped it, rolled it on and slid his hands beneath the cheeks of her butt to lift her up to him.