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His erection nestled in the vee of her thighs. Warmth radiated from that point of contact to every other part of her body. Her femininity felt feverish. It pulsed with the sweet swelling of arousal. She was aching, and it was delicious.

"I like it, but I don't know what to do," she said on an anguished whisper.

"Do whatever you want to, Jade. This isn't a test. I'm not grading you. You can't pass or fail. Anything you do is right."

She lowered her lips to his for another kiss. He held her head steady between his hands while his mouth engaged hers in an orgy of kissing that left them gasping. She threw back her head to draw a breath; he seized the moment and nuzzled her throat. He raised one hand to the first button on her blouse.

"What. . . ? No."

Keeping his hand where it was, he said, "This is part of it, Jade."

"I know, but-"

re "I want to see you. Let me touch you." Their eyes mained locked. Finally he said, "Okay. If you don't want me to."

"No, wait." She hesitated only a moment longer before walking her hands backward over his chest and stomach. Sitting back on her heels between his thighs, she drew Dillon into a sitting position and guided his hand toward her chest. "Don't hurt me."



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"Never. I never would. I want to show you how good it can feel to be touched."

She nodded assent and released his hand. He undid the first button and moved to the second. His movements were unhurried. When he was finished with the buttons, he eased the hem of her blouse from the waistband of her skirt. Then, reaching inside the loose blouse, he bracketed her ribcage. "Can I touch your breast, Jade?"

His hands felt cool against her skin. They were callused and rough, but his touch was gentle.

" Yes. "

He cupped her left breast. "Tell me if I hurt you. Tell me when to stop."

"I'm not afraid you'll hurt me. I'm afraid I'll be unable to stand it. I'm afraid it'll make me remember, and the memory will ruin it."

"Don't think about anything but now. Concentrate on the sensations." He kneaded her gently through her brassiere. He lightly rubbed his knuckles across her nipple. It drew taut. Involuntarily, she made a small purring sound. "I'd like to unfasten your bra."

She nodded.

Reaching behind her, he undid the hook, then slipped his hand into the loose cup and took her breast in his hand. She gasped his name.

"Do you want me to stop?" Soundlessly, she shook her head.

His hand moved over her breast experimentally. It defined and reshaped. She bit her lip when his caress finally focused on her nipple. It was hard and distended even before he began fondling it. "Jesus, you're perfect, Jade." He continued to sweep his thumb across the rigid tip, barely touching it, eliciting chills and heat waves.

Jade, made weak by his caresses, bowed her head forward and rested it on his shoulder. She put her arms around him. Her nails sank into the supple flesh of his back.

"Jade, I want to put my mouth on you. Here. " He pressed her nipple. "Can I do that?"

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She gave her consent with a small movement of her head against his shoulder.

He parted her blouse and worked down the cups of her bra. She felt the night air from the open window on her exposed skin. It felt cool against her flushed breasts. His first kiss was soft, tender, affectionate. His lips flirted with her skin. His tongue teased. He brushed the raised tip of her breast with his mustache until she thought she would go mad from the unbearable pleasure.

Then his lips drew her in and surrounded her with the hot, sweet, sucking motions of his mouth. Each gentle tug plucked corresponding chords of response deep within her womb. They were glorious, mind-boggling, compelling. Reflexively, she came up to a kneeling position, making herself more accessible. Dillon cradled her breast between his hands as though he drank from a life-giving chalice. When he withdrew his mouth, he nuzzled her with his nose and rubbed his hard cheek against her, before taking her into his mouth again.

Her clothing kept getting in his way, and it aggravated her as much as it did him. "If I slide your blouse off your shoulders, will you pull your arms out of the sleeves?" he asked hoarsely. "Please, Jade."

She nodded.

He peeled her blouse from her shoulders and guided her arms out of the sleeves. Suddenly losing her nerve, she clasped her bra against her breasts. They gazed deeply into each other's eyes. She noticed that a vein in Dillon's temple was visibly ticking and that his jaw was clenched.

"Are we going to stop here?"

"I . . . No, I guess not." She removed her hands, and her bra fell forward onto his lap.

"Oh, God, thank you," he said on a deep exhalation. Using both hands, he touched her hair first, the individual features of her face, then her lips, which were swollen and rosy from his many kisses. His fingers combed down her throat, chest, and the slope of her breasts. He stared at her as though she were a miracle creation.



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"Show me what you want me to do, Jade."

Taking his face between her palms, she guided it to her breast and watched as his lips sank into her flesh. Her nipples grew stiff against his caressing tongue. His mouth gave her unbearable pleasure.