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other before tracing a line down the valley between her breasts with his tongue.
    Marc moved down her rib cage to the waistband of her jeans, and she heard the pop as the snap opened and the hiss of the zipper being lowered. He pushed her jeans and panties down past her hips before urging her down to the bed, lowering her to the edge of the mattress. His gaze never left hers as he tugged the garments off the rest of the way. Then he put his lean fingers on her thighs and spread them wide.
    At first, Emma felt self-consciously exposed, his eyes drinking in the sight of her pubic curls and the pink flesh of her sex. The men she’d been with before this always did everything in the dark. Now she wondered if Marc liked what he saw. If she was as sexy as the other women he’d been with.
    As if he knew what she was thinking, he murmured, “Beautiful.”
    When he knelt on the floor in front of her and she realized what he was about to do, she tried to push him away.
    “You—you don’t have to do that,” she stammered.
    He looked up at her. “I don’t have to do anything. I want to. Hasn’t any man ever wanted to eat this sweet pussy before?”
    The word shocked her. It wasn’t one she used in conversations with girlfriends. Not even with Annie, her best friend. And certainly none of the pitifully few men she’d been with used blunt sexual language. Sometimes Andrew seemed almost embarrassed to acknowledge they were having sex.
    While she was still trying to form an answer to his question, he bent his head and traced a line down the length of her slit with his tongue.
    The blast of heat that surged through her was shocking. Every nerve fired and her… pussy …clenched! Just that one caress nearly did her in.
    He made a humming noise of satisfaction. “And delicious, too,” he murmured against her flesh.
    His words made her shiver, made her pulse ratchet up and erotic hunger clutch at her. Without thinking she widened her legs even more, and he groaned in pleasure against her flesh. Another lick. Another stroke with his tongue. Then a flick against the throbbing bud of her clit, and another jolt of sensation speared her so powerful it gripped her like an iron fist.
    He nudged her back on the bed until she was lying flat and draped her legs over his shoulders. Dropping to his knees, he opened the lips of her sex with those lean talented fingers, stroking her as if he was playing his guitar, and thrust his tongue deep inside her.
    “Ohhhhh.” A moan slipped past her lips.
    Then he did it again. And again. Moving his fingers so he could rub and tease her clit as he fucked her with his tongue, coaxing her to a higher plane of arousal.
    Emma lay there wrapped in a cloud of pleasure that drifted over every inch of her skin, giving herself over to responses that were new and startling. She wanted this to go on forever—that glide and plunge of his tongue, the flick and rub of his fingers. But the coil of need wound so tightly inside her began to unfurl itself and spiral up through her body.
    She tensed for a moment when Marc used his fingers to scoop some of the cream from her soaking vagina. Aware that she was wetter than she ever remembered, she jumped when he slid lower and lower until he reached the tight ring of the anal sphincter. No one had ever touched her there before. But then her lips parted, her breathing hitched, and she lifted to him.
    His fingers, calloused from playing the bass, rasped against her tender skin and slid to her pussy again, sending frissons of excitement skittering along every nerve. He worked three of them into her as his mouth sucked hard on her clit. The orgasm hit without warning.
    “Oh, oh, oh.” The sounds of pleasure rippled from her mouth. Body shaking, her own whimpers and cries echoed in her ears.
    She jerked her hips, arching toward him as she shook with spasm after spasm. Deep inside, every muscle clenched in response. Marc’s tongue continued stroking and lapping until the