![]() ![]() “You never looked at erotic postcards together? You would have discovered no end of ideas.” At her hesitation, he lifted his head and read the uncertainty in her expression. “Don’t stop,” he said against her breast, one of his palms sliding over her bottom to guide her. She sank lower and jerked as she felt the taut head of his sex press against her. Still straddling him on her knees, Phoebe felt her thighs quiver dangerously. At the same time, his mouth moved to her other breast. The tip of his middle finger eased around the half-hidden nub, playing lightly. His touch skimmed through delicately layered flesh, pressing her open like petals. ![]() Despite his physical strength, he handled her with stunning gentleness, his caresses skillful and indirect, building anticipation. Gradually one of his hands smoothed over her stomach, down to her groin, idly fluffing the red curls. Fastening his mouth on a stiff peak, he drew it deep and suckled. “I admit nothing of the kind,” West said, resuming his attentions to her breasts, cupping them together and kissing her nipples. ![]() Drawing back, she stared into his flushed face, and smiled with a hint of triumph. To her surprise, she felt a fine tremor go through him, like the vibrations of a piano wire. Bringing her mouth close to his ear, she whispered, “I’m not sorry about that.” Phoebe curled her arms around his neck and rubbed her cheek against the black-brown locks of his hair. ![]()
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