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She gripped his ass and pressed tighter against him. Sneaky fingers
delved beneath fabric to caress him. His ass was fantastic, all firm
muscle and hot, silky skin. She wanted to pinch it, break free and take a
bite out of it. If she wasn t so happy to be exactly where she was, she
might have. Later, she promised herself.
 Oh God, Sara. I ve missed you so much, baby, Tristan breathed
next to her ear, his mouth nipping her earlobe. Sara arched her hips,
rotating them against him, egging him on. He groaned, shuddering
against her.  You have no idea how good it feels to hold you.
Sara had no time to respond, no time to think, as Tristan s mouth
moved over her skin. He traveled from one tender spot to the next, his
mouth a deadly weapon of seduction.
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Scalding wet heat engulfed her cotton-covered nipple. Sara gasped
and inhaled a deep, ragged breath of air. Tristan bit down gently, sucking
the turgid bud into his mouth. Liquid lightning raced from her breast to
the center of her sex, leaving her wet and empty, the walls of her pussy
clenching in need. Her back arched, pressing her breasts harder against
him, telling him without words what she needed. More.
Calloused hands worked under the soft nightshirt and started to drag
it up her body. His mouth left her nipple to follow the trail of skin he
uncovered. Sara whimpered at the loss.  Patience, baby. I want to feel
you naked against me.
 Patience my ass, Tristan. The simple act of saying his name aloud
sent a spear of longing to her core.  It s been too long. I want you inside
me. Now.
Sara followed the lean line of his waist around his body until her
palm rested against the firm jut of his erection. She pumped her fist
around him once and again, loving the way he pulsed and grew larger,
harder, in her grip.
Tristan groaned low in his throat and thrust his hips back at her, his
cock pushing against her hand for more. Instead of giving him the hard
stroke she knew he wanted, she released him and moved her hand lower,
to caress the tightly drawn sack beneath, her fingers whispering over the
fragile, wrinkled skin.
Sara wanted to tease him. To make him as crazy with desire as he
made her.
A growl vibrated in Tristan s chest seconds before it erupted from his
lips. In the blink of an eye, she found herself face down on the bed, a
pillow shoved beneath her hips, her naked ass in the air.
She heard him moving behind her. Could hear drawers opening and
closing, as if he searched for something. Never one to be patient, she
turned to see what he was up to. Tristan s warm hands pressed into her
back, pinning her to the bed.  Ah, ah, ah, he whispered, his breath
fanning against her neck and sending shivers of want down her spine.
 Curiosity killed the cat.
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 Fuck you, she said, her voice more amused than angry.
 All in good time, princess. I think I ll take my nice sweet time playing
with your sexy body. He punctuated his words by running the flat of his
tongue down her spine all the way to the dimple above her bottom.
 You re as delicious as I remember. Mmm&  he groaned,  & maybe more.
I know the next part of you I want to taste. Fingers dipping lower, he
traced the hollow between her buttocks around to the wet folds of her
pussy, where Sara frothed in need for him.
 Damn it, Tristan, stop playing and fuck me already. I m dying up
here, she pleaded, wiggling her pussy against his fingers, trying to get
him to touch her where she wanted.
Tristan chuckled, his deep throaty laugh turning her on more. Her
thighs were awash in her desire for him.  All in good time, he repeated.
 First I need you to do something for me.
 Anything.
 Anything?
 Yes, damn it!
 I like the sound of that. Shut your eyes for me, princess.
Sara shut her eyes and waited to see what he would do next, the
suspense killing her.
A soft piece of fabric grazed her cheek. Sara turned her face into his
touch. Her hair was lifted from her neck and draped over one shoulder. A
piece of cloth was then loosely wrapped around her neck.
 Trust me?
 Yes, Sara whispered. Tristan moved the cloth up and over her eyes,
securing it in a knot at the back of her head. A blindfold.
Lifting her face, Sara pursed her lips, hoping he was still looking at
her face and would notice what she was doing, what she needed him to
do to reassure her. He did. His lips closed over hers in a tender kiss.
Warm breath fanned over her face as he pulled back, her bottom lip
trapped between his. He drew it into his mouth and lightly sucked on it.
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Images of him doing the same to her nipples, her clit, arose and she
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