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tongue. He was a master at the art of oral sex, and she was his ever-willing
slave.
    His hand moved along the length of her
thigh, and her mind emptied of all other thoughts except what he was doing
between her legs. His mouth coaxed cream from her as he licked in earnest. The
sounds he made in his throat only served to turn her on more, forcing her to
pump her hips against his mouth.
    She called on the names of the deities,
taking short, uneven breaths because of the relentless caress of his lips and
tongue. His mouth moved with urgency, driving her crazy as he continued to
feast on her wet flesh, spreading the lips apart to get at the sticky wetness.
    He circled her drenched clit, and
Cassidy rolled her hips upward, chasing his skilled tongue, writhing in
desperation for the exquisite release. She tossed her head from side to side,
thigh muscles and nipples quivering from the excruciating pleasure.
    Her loins tightened right before the
climax exploded within her, rolling like a mighty wave that hammered her with
body-wrenching force. She tightened her butt to intensify the effect and cried
out, gasping aloud as her small fingers tightened in his hair. Every muscle in
her body contracted. Ecstasy twisted through her and wrung out loud, hoarse
cries until her throat felt sore, until the sounds finally became soft whimpers
when she drifted back to earth from her orgasmic high.
    Antonio removed his boxers and tossed
them to the floor. Catching her pointy chin in between his fingers, he gave her
a tender kiss so she tasted the blend of his sweet flavor and her own desire on
his lips.
    “I told you before we were married that
I don’t tolerate sleeping in separate beds, didn’t I?” His eyes glittered with
anger and passion in the darkness.
    Cassidy bit her lower lip and nodded.
    Antonio dragged one leg of her nubile
body over his right forearm. “I can’t hear you.”
    She liked getting her own way, but she also
liked the authoritative way he spoke to her. He had a way of giving her what
she wanted and still keeping control. She didn’t know how he managed such a
fine balancing act.
    “Yes.”
    “So what made you think you’d get away
with it?”
    Cassidy shook her head, unable to
respond to the question as she anticipated him filling her and taking her high
again.
    “And then you come to bed and act like
I’m not even lying here next to you while you touch yourself?” he asked,
incredulity filling his voice. “What made you think you’d get away with that ?
Because you’re mad at me? That’s not the way it works, mami .”
    He pushed the tank up over her breasts,
forcing the material to make way for his mouth. A mouth that covered her
breasts with torturous kisses and suctioned one of her nipples. His mouth was
heavenly, a pleasure giver, a defense batterer, and she was helpless to resist
it. She arched and twisted like a spring as torrents of pleasure exploded
across her breast from the rough suckling, while his hand wreaked havoc on the
other with firm squeezes, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
    “You’re not keeping your pretty little tetas from me again, are you?”
    “No, I promise,” she panted in a pained
voice.
    The smooth head of his shaft pressed to
the entrance of her body, and with a determined thrust, he filled her. She
inhaled sharply and then let the breath out with a shuddering moan. No matter
how angry she was at him, sex between them was never a clinical joining of the
bodies. With Antonio, it was all passion and heat, and she felt it now,
circulating around them.
    Even in anger they were attuned to each
other. She held him snug inside of her body, tilting her hips up so he could
slide deeper. The soft sounds she made were occasionally joined by his low
groans, their need raw and desperate now that it was unleashed. Cassidy
whimpered as he rode her hard with the furious pumping motion of his hips. She
enjoyed it so much she lifted her other leg over his shoulder. Oh God,