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of pleasure rippled through Caine’s chest as his fingers came
in contact with her unmistakable slickness. He explored her folds with an
insistent, knowing touch. Julie almost blacked out from the ecstasy of Caine
touching her aching center. He teased her now swollen vulva expertly and she
streamed juices all over his hand, making him growl deeply in approval. Julie’s
head fell against his shoulder and she lowered her lips to kiss on his neck.
She savored the scent of his arousal that seemed to escape from his pores. He
smelled fierce, and wild, the steam rising from his gloriously tanned body. She
felt the tension of the muscles in his throat as she nibbled on his skin.
    “Harder,
Julie. Don’t be afraid to bite harder. Your teeth feel so good on my neck,” he
groaned. Julie hesitated, longing to give into her strange urge to break into
his smooth flesh with her teeth. What was wrong with her? She wasn’t normally a
biter but she almost couldn’t help wanting to sink her teeth deep into his
flesh, just like he’d instructed. Just then, he thrust one finger deep inside
her and her response shocked her. Crying out, she opened her mouth wide over
his neck and bit, body jerking to the sensation of Caine sliding that one
finger in and out of her hot, wet pussy.
    Her
harsh moans of pleasure were muffled against his flesh, her teeth digging deep
enough to break but not quite managing to. Caine slipped a second finger slowly
inside and now there were two, wedged sideways and used to probe her secret
depths. He hooked up into the roof of her tunnel and seemed to release a hidden
spring of bliss that had her throwing her head back and screeching as her whole
body caught fire with lust.
    Caine
started with gentle teasing strokes that grew faster, rougher. The sensation of
being shredded to pieces by pleasure would be magnified, Julie knew, when he
finally claimed her completely like she soon found herself imploring him to do.
    “Please,
Caine. I need you buried deep inside me. Now.”
    “Yes.
Now,” he rasped in agreement, pulling his two fingers out of her with
tormenting slowness and then lifting them to his mouth and sucking hard on
them, groaning deeply. “You taste as incredible as I remember. So tight and
sweet, Julie. And so ready for me.”
    Julie
couldn’t agree more; she was so wet and ready she was flooding her thighs with
her liquid want. For a moment, his words about ‘remembering’ how she tasted had
her confused. But there was no time to dwell on it, not when Caine grabbed her
thighs and lifted them up to wrap them around his waist.
    “Grab
hold of my shoulders,” he commanded in a voice so thick she could hardly
recognize it. But she obeyed quickly, wrapping her arms around him for more
leverage as she felt his arms hook underneath each of her bent knees, spreading
her wide open to his impending invasion. She let out whimper after whimper and
clung tighter to him like a lifeline. He was so rock-hard all he had to do was
aim his engorged tip to her slit in readiness to plunge into her dripping
passage.
    For
the first few moments he rubbed his cap tantalizing against her soaked bundle
of nerves. Staring deep into her eyes, with the water falling through his hair
and making it slick and dark, he looked like a beautiful god and Julie felt a
deep accomplishment that such a fiercely perfect specimen desired her so
powerfully his muscles stood out in high definition as he fought back his need
to rampage right into her depths.
    “I
love you, Julie,” he said clearly, his stormy blue eyes filled with passion,
need and a greater emotion Julie felt slayed her right through. 
    “Oh,
Caine. I love you too,” she breathed, heart swelling almost to burst out of her
chest. She felt overcome with the tumult of powerfully charged feelings that
her only available outlet seemed to be once again bending to his neck and
biting hard, harder than ever before to fight back the rising agony of pleasure
threatening to tear