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her. Regan rocked back and forth on it, tiny quivers racing through her pussy, her fingers digging into his shoulders. Sensations jolted through her, heating her blood and accelerating her heartbeat.
    “More,” she begged. “Please.”
    Brian’s chuckle was harsh, edged with desire, as he slipped a second finger in next to the first, then a third, curving them to find her most sensitive spot in her vagina, rasping them against the slick, hot flesh.
    “Oh, God,” she moaned, rocking her hips harder.
    Brian pressed his thumb against her swollen clit, rubbing back and forth as he fucked her with his fingers. One hand slid around to cup her buttocks before he trailed his fingers into the cleft between her cheeks. The tip of one finger pressed against the tight pucker of her anus and sensuous thunderbolts raced to every nerve.
    When he removed his hands, she cried out at their absence, but in a moment, he brought them back to her body, thick with fresh, rich lather. Coated with the gel, his fingers slipped easily back into her body, and as he finger-fucked her cunt, he pushed one digit into the hot well of her rectum. As he slid it in to the knuckle, his thumb pressed against her clit again, and without warning, she exploded. The walls of her pussy clamped down on his fingers as they clenched over and over again, and her entire body shook with the force of her release.
    Brian eased her through the aftershocks until her body was limp and lax again, then he rose to his feet and poured more gel into his hands as his mouth captured hers in a gentle kiss.
    “That’s just the beginning,” he told her.
    When she held out her hands for gel to lather on his body, he shook his head. “Tonight is for you, darlin’. I owe it to you. I’ve taken you quickly and selfishly too many times in the past couple of days. Now, I want to make sure there is no part of your body that isn’t pleasured.”
    He washed and rinsed quickly then turned off the water, dried them both and carried her to the bed. Before she could catch her breath, he had her flat on her back, knees bent, and NIGHT MOVES
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    he was kneeling between her thighs. When he opened the lips of her sex, he stared at her, a hot light blazing in her eyes.
    “Jesus, Regan. This is the most gorgeous cunt I’ve ever seen. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of it.”
    He bent his head and traced the length of her slit with his tongue, his thumbs squeezing the lips of her pussy as he lapped her length again and again. Regan thrust her hips at him, but he was determined to take his time, lazily tracing every inch of her sex with the tip of his tongue, his wide shoulders holding her thighs apart. Her skin felt stretched too tight, and hot and cold shivers raced over her body as his devil’s tongue teased and tormented her.
    Her body came to life again, nerves humming, muscles tightening. When Brian finally thrust his tongue inside her waiting vagina, her whole body clenched. Then he began the slow torment again, slipping his tongue in and out of her in a slow, fucking motion while his thumb was busy with her clit, rubbing it, brushing it lightly, pinching it. Just as she approached the edge of her climax he withdrew, moving to place rows of kisses up and down the insides of her thighs, his mouth tracing a line from ankle to hip and back again.
    “Please,” she begged again, fire raging inside her and her blood pounding in her ears.
    Then he began again, taking tiny bites of the lips of her pussy and just the tip of her clit before fucking her with his tongue again. Its rough surface lit every nerve in the walls of her vagina, her cream showering down on him and pouring into his mouth.
    When he backed off again, she was sure she’d lose her mind. She was ready to promise him anything if he’d just let her come.
    The low, keening sound rumbling from her throat brought forth that devil’s chuckle from him again.
    “Pinch your nipples for me, darlin’.” His