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Her heart racing, she reached up to cup the back of his neck and brought him down for a kiss. When he opened to her, she thrust her tongue past his teeth and caressed his in slow, sensuous strokes.

Soon, Landry’s lips skimmed across her chin and down the length of her neck to the pulse beating wildly there. He didn’t pause long before moving lower, capturing her breast in his hand and plumping it to take between his teeth. He rolled the tip until it formed a tight little bead.

Camille’s back arched off the mattress, urging him to take more.

He obliged by taking the other breast into his mouth and sucking gently, flicking the tip until it too hardened.

Her fingers weaved into his hair, massaging his scalp to the rhythm of his tongue stroking her nipple.

Landry moved down her body, searing a path of kisses along the way, not stopping until he reached the juncture of her thighs.

Air caught and held in Camille’s throat as he parted her folds and leaned in to flick her clit with the tip of his tongue.

Camille raised her knees and dug her heels into the mattress. “Oh, yes.”

His tongue flicked across the sensitive flesh, making Camille’s back arch and her body writhe as the nerves radiated electrical currents, sending signals throughout her body.

She tensed, her fingers pulling at his hair.

The more his tongue worked her, the closer she moved to the edge.

Then she flew over, the bursts of sensations rocketing through her system in wave after wave.

Her hips rocked her release all the way until she collapsed back against the mattress, drawing air into her starved lungs.

Landry moved up over her and nuzzled her ear. “Like that?

“Oh, yes,” she breathed. Then she met his gaze. “But that’s not enough.”

He laughed softly. “Greedy now?”

“This isn’t over yet.”

“No?”

Camille shook her head. “No.” She rolled him onto his back and straddled his hips. Bending over him, she kissed his lips, then his chin and worked her way down to the small brown nipples.

She splayed her fingers across his chest, tracing scars, wondering how he’d gotten each, wanting to hear his story and know so much more about this man.

Later. Desire drove her south, her mouth tracing each rib and lower to where his cock jutted out, straight hard and thick.

He was magnificent.

Her core ached with need.

Camille took him into her mouth, lowering herself over him until he bumped the back of her throat. She stayed there for a long moment, her tongue circling his head, memorizing his shape, the velvety smoothness of him.

She rose up and went back down, moving slowly at first, increasing the speed with each rise and fall.

Suddenly, he pushed her off him, flipped her onto her back and came over her, his face tense, his body rigid. She reached to the side where he’d dropped the condom, tore open the packet and rolled it over his cock, smoothing it all the way down to the base.

Her fingers massaged his balls for a moment, then he gripped his erection and guided it to her entrance.

He met her gaze and held it as he eased into her, letting her channel adjust to his girth.

Camille drew her knees up higher, gripped Landry’s buttocks and brought him home.

He thrust deep and held steady.

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