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hand until his thumb glided over the tender spot just below her entrance, pressing against a thousand tiny nerve endings and sending her quivering into climax.
    He needed to join her.
    Giving her clit one last fond stroke of his tongue, he pushed her legs off his shoulders and let them flop bonelessly to the floor. When he moved out from between them, she pressed her thighs together as if to protect the tender flesh, or to preserve the ripples of sensation coursing through it. Either way, Luc didn’t intend to let her get away with it. He lifted her gently and turned her, positioning her on her stomach in the center of her bed. He snagged three pillows from against the upholstered headboard and lifted her hips to stack them beneath her. They elevated her bottom off the mattress, lifting her toward him and putting her pretty pink cunt on display. That was a sight he wouldn’t mind getting used to.
    She made a curious murmuring sound while he positioned himself behind her, but it turned into a long, low moan when he positioned the head of his cock against her entrance and began to press slowly inside.
    This time, he wanted to savor her. Their previous matings hadn’t satisfied his hunger, but they had taken the edge off it, so now he could concentrate on moving slowly and feeling every single sensation as a new and exciting experience. He felt the way the folds of her cunt spread around his cock, the way the tight ring of muscle at her entrance gradually stretched to let him inside. He felt the opening of her passage, the miraculous way her body conformed to his, as if her pussy were molding itself to his size and shape so that it would always embrace him as if custom-made for his cock. He had never felt anything more perfect.
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    Corinne’s back arched beneath him, pressing her bottom firmly against him. Her breathy moan lasted the entire length of that first stroke, as if he pushed the sound out of her with his cock. It ended on a gasp just as he sank fully inside, but then she angled her hips, lifting her bottom higher and he slipped inside her another inch. They both gasped, and suddenly, slow didn’t seem like the most important thing anymore.
    Grasping her hips in his hands, Luc held her still as he began to ease out of her. She whimpered and tried to thrust herself back on him, but he controlled her easily. He wanted to watch while he eased out of her slick cunt, to see her moisture glistening on his skin, to watch with amazed hunger as he sank back inside, disappearing into her inviting depths.
    He could feel the tension building along his spine, feel the urge to move faster, to pound her hard in a headlong race toward orgasm, but he beat it back. It felt too good to be inside her. He didn’t want it to end.
    “Damn it!” The blankets beneath her muffled her voice, but he could hear the urgency in it and his mouth curved in a tight smile. “God, Luc, what are you doing? Why—ah!—why are you taking so…so long?
    Just—ah!—just…damn it, just fuck me!”
    He leaned forward, curving his body along her back until his mouth brushed her ear. “But that’s what I’m doing,” he purred on a long, slow, outward stroke.
    “Not…fast…enough.”
    He thrust in, sliding endlessly, reversed, easing out for aching minutes. “Fast,” in for the space of ten heartbeats, “is,” out ten more, “overrated.”
    She screamed into the mattress and began to struggle. She fought to spread her legs, to get her knees under herself for leverage, but he held her thighs snugly between his own. She braced her palms against the bed, but he put his over them, laced their fingers together and stretched her arms high above her head. She was moaning endlessly now, pinned beneath the weight of his body, unable to move, unable to do anything but allow him to stroke slowly and deliberately into and out of her helpless body. He felt like a