“I want you to touch yourself while I come.” A pure thrill rocketed through him, something like gratitude as well as want. And need. That, too. He took himself in hand, never so hard. Never so hot. Never so fucking needy. And he stroked himself in time to her movements, the pleasure of her taste on his lips, the vision of her moving against him, and his own hand making the experience unbearably good. Her fingers tightened in his hair. Her thighs trembled. And, with the filthiest curse he’d ever heard, she found her climax, shouting his name to the dark room as he worked her with hands and
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