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muscles until he writhed with the ecstasy. Damn, I want to see her face, her eyes as she comes. But he wouldn t stop what he was doing nor did he want her to stop her sweet torture for anything. Next time he d have her face before him. Then thinking became impossible as his hips bucked upward to meet her renewed onslaught on his erection. The bulbous head beat against the back of her throat, again and again. He withdrew his tongue from her tunnel and replaced it with his fingers, plunging them in, hooking them as he drew them out then thrusting them even deeper. He felt her whole body quivering in response, and the knowledge that he brought her close to orgasm flooded through him, driving him closer to his own. God, I can t hold out much 41 Elyssa Lynne longer. This was torture, ecstasy. This was one hell of a ride. Heat surged through his loins, unbearable, demanding release. A moan tore from her, a drawn-out sound of pure erotic rapture. That did it. With a cry centered on her sweet pussy, his semen shot forth into her receptive mouth. Her back arched, her hips thrust against his hand and her own contractions gripped his fingers, milking them in the same way her mouth muscles finessed the last of his seed from him. Long exquisite seconds passed while her body continued to tremble and clutch at him in the throes of her release. I ve never felt anything so fucking fantastic! At last a whimpering sigh escaped her and she collapsed across him. Come here, he managed, though he felt too spent to move. She rolled off him, turned, and he gathered her close in his arms, her head resting on his chest, her fingers tangling in the hair that trailed up from the bush where his cock rested. From where his cock, he realized with a sense of surprise mingled with smugness, already stirred once more. He wrapped his other arm around her, rolling to his side until her cheek rested just above his elbow and he could find her mouth with his. You re right, he murmured when he could speak again. He nuzzled the soft curling hair just above her ear. I like the way your mouth tastes of both of us. In fact I like everything about us. 42 Tempting Mouthful Chapter Four Danni awoke to the sound of a guitar playing an evocative melody, filled with chords and runs and more complexity than she had thought possible in such an instrument. Unless there were more than one. Alec must have put on a CD of some classical guitar group. She moved her head and found it now rested on a throw pillow from the sofa. She still lay on the thick rug but he d draped a knitted afghan over her. The fire had not yet burned down or had been restoked, she could just hear its crackling through the strains of music. She could smell it too, a wonderful scent that filled her with contentment. And speaking of being filled with contentment, where was Alec? She lifted up on one elbow, disturbing the cat that had slept curled up against her. He sat on the edge of the stone hearth, naked still, a twelve-string guitar in his lap, his head bent, his eyes closed, his fingers moving rapidly through chords and pluckings. All that incredible music coming from that one guitar? From that one man? The intensity of emotion that washed over her frightened her. She couldn t possibly feel like this, not with a man she d met only the evening before. Keep it light, she ordered herself. Proceed with caution and keep open the lines of retreat. Don t set yourself up for pain. He looked up, straight at her. His face was silhouetted against the flames behind him so she couldn t see his expression. His fingers slowed and he stopped playing. Don t, she breathed. Hell, I must sound besotted. Well, I am, but he doesn t have to know that. With an effort she tried for a more casual tone. You re pretty good with your fingers. His grin was visible, mostly as a streak of white teeth against the darker blur that was his face. There are a lot of other things I can do with my fingers as well. 43 Elyssa Lynne Yeah. I think I& met a few of them last night. She sat up, hugging the afghan to her. He set down the guitar and joined her, easing the knitted blanket down far enough to kiss the tops of her breasts, then the tips that pebbled beneath his touch. Oh, damn. Her cleft tightened with its longing to feel him sliding within and her clit tingled, signaling its willingness to go along with anything he might have in mind. Not now, she ordered herself. She had a retreat to launch and having her mind and her hands and her face in his pants would play havoc on her concentration. And it was saving Aunt Zany s retreat that mattered now, not Danni getting herself laid. And laid. And laid some more. What do you do with that kind of talent? she asked, making the valiant attempt not to clutch his head to her breast and beg him to suck harder, longer, faster. He kissed her shoulder. Which one? She couldn t help but laugh. I ve gathered what you do with that one. Her fingers traced down his stomach to the erection that jutted out long and hard. She trailed them along the shaft, which quivered in response. I meant your music. I compose for my own pleasure. His voice sounded tight. That might have been due to her ministrations. Or it might not. No one else s? she demanded, appalled to think such exquisite music could go unheard. He shrugged and a boyishly embarrassed grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. My sister the massage therapist uses some of my recordings during her sessions. Sometimes her clients buy one of my CDs to take home and use for relaxation. He rose as if anxious to change the subject then held out his hands to her. Want to catch the sunrise over the lake? 44 Tempting Mouthful Is music a taboo subject with him? She hoped not. She wanted to hear him play again. She could lose herself in those incredible runs and intricate pluckings. As she could lose herself in his eyes and arms. 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