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Were those sounds coming from her?

Marcia loved the feel of his rough silk hair. He did something that drove her wild, and she yanked at his hair and relished the groan that vibrated against her taut flesh. He suckled her harder. She was panting so hard, trying to take in air, she thought she might pass out.

Zed’s head lifted. “Easy, Querida, we have all night.”

Huh? This couldn’t go on that long. She could only handle this for five more minutes!

“Let’s get you out of these jeans, shall we?” His fingers were already working on the button of her jeans. She so wanted this, but it was so much more than she ever imagined. How could her jeans be off? He was a magician. She grabbed at her purple panties, and he looked up at her giving her a considering look.

“You want to torture me, don’t you?” She’d never heard his voice so deep.

She nodded, then shook her head.

“Ah, Baby, you don’t have to be shy. I’ll take care of you.”

Wait a darn minute! Her spine straightened.

“I’m not a child. I have had sex before. Maybe it’s me who’s going to take care of you!”

His thumb whispered across her bottom lip as his hot gaze looked her over.

“I would never mistake you for a child, Querida. I meant no offense. We are definitely equals, and we always will be. How about we take turns, sometimes, you take care of me, and sometimes, I take care of you?”

She searched his face. She saw nothing but sincerity. And in truth, today she would love to have him take the lead. “I would like that.” Then she replayed his words. “Always?” she questioned.

“One day at a time,” he soothed. “Right now, I want to investigate these panties,” he smiled tenderly. He traced the lace at the top, then he coaxed her legs to widen, so he could examine the lace along the lower edge. “So pretty, so soft.” She didn’t think he was talking about the purple silk as he traced the panel.

Zed took his time peeling them off her body, and she did nothing but hold her breath. Slowly he spread her legs, and she watched in fascination as he stared at the very heart of her.

“You’re beautiful.” She blushed.

His thumbs parted her intimate flesh. “You’re so wet for me.”

For a moment she came out of stupor. “What would you expect, you’re sex-on-a-stick.”

He threw back his head and laughed. “Marcia, I am so thankful this is a two way street. I would be heartbroken if we didn’t share this passion.”

He would? Then his thumb moved and touched her exactly right, the nub of flesh that drove her crazy. She felt his warm breath, her only warning before his tongue touched her.

“Zed,” she cried out. Slowly, softly, he caressed her. Again and again, his tender ministrations drove her up and up into a whole other plane of existence. All she could say was his name, over and over again. He was the center of her universe.

“Now,” he whispered.

With his command, she hurled into space.

Zed sat back, his heart racing. He traced her trembling thighs, trying to calm down, so he would be able make love to Marcia and make it last. He’d never been blessed with a more responsive lover in his life. When he thought he had a modicum of control, he got up and stripped out of jeans. He went to his nightstand and took out his unopened box of condoms.

Zed turned to look at Marcia who was now watching him with a dazed look on her face. He pulled one out, and put a knee on the bed, then stole a slow kiss from the woman who was his world. Her arms twined around his neck, and if there was any discomfort, he didn’t notice it. Another kiss. He needed another kiss. He peppered her face with kisses.

“Please Zed, I need you.”

He moved her to the middle of the bed, then stroked his hand down the center of her body until once again he found her heat. She arched up, and he tested her depths. One finger. God, she felt so good, two fingers. He stroked her, and she sighed. He continued to caress her until she gasped her pleasure.

“What?” she asked tremulously. “What are you doing?”

“Making you feel good.”

Shit, he was going to lose it. Come on, thirty-six. You’re thirty-six, get it together Zaragoza.