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She was swollen and slick.  Finding her sensitive spot, his tongue circled wildly.  She bucked off the mattress, grabbing his hair.  “I’m so close.”  With one final flick, her release poured from her.  The aftershocks were strong, but he didn’t let up.  She was panting, her legs quivering beneath him.  One finger entered her, followed by a second.  She rode them with abandon.  Her eyes met his and she pleaded.  “Please.”
     
    Increasing the pace, Ryan lifted his head.  “Please what baby?”  His fingers bent and he pushed into her again and again.  They hit her deep and found the spot that had quickly become her favorite place to be touched.
     
    “Please.  Don’t stop.  That’s amazing.  More.”  Her voice was barely a whisper.  Her head thrashed back and forth.  “Holy shit.”
     
    He smiled and sucked her clit into his mouth.  Her body came apart.  She screamed his name, her body limp and boneless.  That was three.  She grabbed for his head.  Her knees bent and pushed together, making him lift his head to look at her.  “Ryan,” she moaned. “please.”
     
    “Please what?” His fingers continued their pumping.  She was soaked.  His fingers were slick. Her breathing was ragged and her face was flushed.  Heat poured from her body.  The room was quiet except for the sound of the pleasure he was giving her.
     
    “I can’t take anymore.  Please stop.”
     
    He smiled.  “You can do better than that.”  He pulled his jeans down and rolled on a condom. “Get ready for number four.” 
     
    He slammed into her and she moaned.  His pace was frantic.  His body rubbed against her overly sensitive skin and she dug her nails into his back.  His lips met hers in a passionate kiss, tongues dueling, teeth scraping.  As his pleasure built, he forced it away.  This was about her and he wouldn’t give in until she came apart with him inside her.  His strokes became deeper.  He grabbed her ass and pulled her up so he could fill her completely.  She repeated his name over and over again as her core became hot.  He knew she was close. 
     
    “Come for me, Layla.  Now.”  His voice was demanding as his orgasm built deep within him.
     
    She tightened her legs around his waist and she came.  Her orgasm was endless, wave and wave washing over her.  He yelled her name as his own pleasure slammed through him. He collapsed on top of her, both of them breathing heavily.  She said something unrecognizable as he pulled out of her.  Her eyes shut tight and her breathing evened.  Smiling, he pulled the blankets over her as she fell into sleep.
     
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    He watched her sleep.  Her tiny snores filled the room.  Her silky hair fanned over his pillow.  She was the most beautiful woman in the world.  His heart sped up and he froze.  He felt something for her and he was terrified.  For the first time in his life, a woman had gotten under his skin.  He shook his head.  He would have to find a way to work her out of his system.  Having feelings was unacceptable.
     
    He walked into the back yard.  Dinner was ruined but he didn’t care.  He had been with lots of women.  His philosophy was let her get off once and he could let himself go.  But, not with Layla.  Not with the woman that was currently asleep in his bed, in his bedroom, in his house.  “Shit.”
     
    He cleaned up the back porch, threw the steaks away and put the rest of the uneaten food in the refrigerator.  He slipped on his shoes and closed the door to the tiny third bedroom he had turned into a home gym.  He turned on the treadmill and hit the incline.  If he couldn’t screw her out of his mind, he would run until his body gave up. 
     
    Twenty minutes into the run, his legs screamed at him to stop.  This was his third work out of the day and his body let him know.  He would hurt in the morning.  But mile after mile, thoughts of Layla drifted off and thoughts of sleep took