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“Oh baby, I know you want this,” I say as I continue to slide two fingers in and out. In and out. Paying close attention to her sensitive nub. Just when she’s on the edge, I remove my fingers again. She fists both of her hands into my hair and moans into my mouth. “What are you doing to me?” she pants.

Ignoring her question, I lift her off of me and lay her on the couch. Rising quickly, I strip off my jeans and boxers and throw them to the side.

Her eyes fall to my erection, causing her tongue to dart out as she licks her lips in anticipation. I don’t know how it’s possible, but I swear my cock grows another inch. I want her lips around me, sucking everything from me. But I wouldn’t last twenty seconds if I allowed that to happen.

That’s not for tonight. Tonight is about her. I want to worship her body inch by delectable inch. I go to my knees on the floor, and I pull her legs apart, revealing her wet center.

She sees what I’m about to do and shakes her head vigorously while pushing at my shoulders. “No, Brad.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. Let me do this. I ache to taste you, every bit of you. Lay back and relax.”

I know I’ve surprised her with what I want to do. She looks like she’s going to argue but settles back into the cushions. I push her thighs wider apart. Not wanting to give her time to change her mind, I lean forward and slip my tongue into her fiery center. She jumps at the contact, almost knocking me away. But, then, she settles back again and opens her legs wider.

Oh, she likes that, doesn’t she?

My tongue invades her heat again, and the sweet taste is nectar to my hungry mouth. I’ve never tasted anything so sweet. My tongue swirls around and around, and when I find her sensitive nub, I suck and suck. I can’t help but moan against her wet pussy. She’s pulsating and undulating against my hungry mouth. She grabs my hair, almost painfully, and I know she’s on the edge of desire, about to come unglued. And I will not let that happen. Not yet.

I lift my mouth from her just in time. She groans and tries to push my head back down. “Please, Brad. Please. I’m not done.”

“You’re right, you’re not done.”

The blanket is balled up on the floor, so I pick it up and then spread it in front of the fire and throw a pillow from the nearby chair on top. Winny’s unfocused and curious eyes follow my movements. I walk back to her and slip my arms under her legs and behind her back. I lift her and hold her against my chest before depositing her gently on the blanket.

I lie down alongside her and then immediately inhale sharply from the unexpected touch of her hand gripping my cock. She moves her hand up and down, slowly at first. Then, fast, in an unrelenting tempo that increases my desire until I’m afraid I’m going to come in her hand.

I take several deep, steadying breaths. I’m not a fucking teenager. I can control myself. Oh, who the hell am I kidding? I have no control when I’m around Winny. I stop her by putting my hand on top of hers.

“You don’t like that?” she asks innocently. She tries to move her hand again, but I don’t let her.

“You’re killing me, Winny.”

“Oh? Like you edging me on the couch? Like that? Maybe I should do that to you,” she taunts. “I wonder what you would do if I put my mouth on you like that? How would you respond to me edging you to your peak…and then stopping?”

Clear as day, I can picture her mouth wrapped around my cock. I can see myself pumping into her sweet, hot mouth as she sucks and sucks. Fucking hell. I’ve got to get inside her.

Before I’m aware of what I’m doing, my body is covering hers and pushing into her tight, wet entrance.

“Oh my God,” she pants as she stretches to accommodate my size. She arches her back to take more of me in.

Each inch takes me deeper into her heat. When her pussy clenches tightly against me, I almost lose my mind. My gaze locks with hers as I go deeper until I’m finally sheathed within her. I rock back and quickly enter her again. With each thrust of my hips against hers, I become more lost in the sea of Winny.

She’s a vision with her beautiful hair fanned out beneath her. Stunning blue eyes are looking at me with such passion and need. It fuels my desire beyond anything I could’ve ever dreamt.

My tongue flicks across her mouth. She opens for me, and I thrust my tongue in just as my strokes intensify. She wraps her legs around me and grabs my ass.

“Brad,” she whispers urgently.

I know what she wants, and I’m powerless to stop it. I move against her faster, harder, faster until we’re both seconds from reaching the ultimate destination. She moans my name as I groan and jerk against her. My climax, as I pump into her, is more violent and stronger than I can ever remember with any woman. My heart is beating so hard that blacking out is a definite possibility. At least if I die now, it will be with the taste of her honey still on my lips.

Winny looks stunned, and for a moment, I’m concerned I was too rough. My hands caress her side, and I search for words, but I can’t seem to think straight after what just happened. Making love to Winny was always great. But this? This was on a whole new level. It wasn’t just sex. This was so unreal, so intense, so powerful. To call it just sex is to demean the entire experience.

I don’t know how I ever walked away from her. I have this feeling that walking away from Winny this time will be even more painful. Even knowing this, I realize I’m powerless to keep away from her. And I don’t want to.

By the looks of her, I’d say she’s as surprised by what happened as I am. I wonder if she feels even a fraction of what I feel. I feel like I’ve just run a marathon and won the grand prize.

My lips lay a tender kiss on the tip of her nose. “Stay here. I’ll be back,” I tell her.

The cold air rushes over my naked body when I leave the living room. The bathroom is quite frigid by now, so I hurry and get back to Winny after grabbing a blanket and washcloth.