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nipple. His fingers, callused from years of handling fire equipment, felt rough against her tender flesh. The sensation sent chills through her and she inhaled sharply.
    “Mmm, nice,” she whispered.
    “You’re ready for me.”
    She nodded again. “Oh, yes.”
    He shifted his arm from under her and moved to kneel between her spread thighs. Lifting her legs over his broad shoulders, she expected him to push his cock into her. He surprised her by cupping her ass in his large hands and raising her up until her pussy was beneath his mouth. Back arched, she stared down between her legs and watched as he licked her swollen clit.
    She whimpered at the zing of pleasure that accompanied that one swift stroke. Squirming for more, she was rewarded by his tongue parting the lips of her pussy and swirling around her opening the way his fingers had earlier. She pushed her hips toward his mouth, grasping at his shaggy mop of tousled golden curls, aching to feel his tongue inside her.
    He pulled back, teasing her. “You do seem to want me.”
    “Yes!”
    He lowered his mouth between her thighs, the day-old growth of his beard scratching her sensitive thighs. “You smell like heaven. Taste like it, too.”
    “Lick me!”
    Finally, he gave her what she wanted and slid his tongue inside her. She whimpered low in her throat as he lapped at her with the flat of his tongue, drawing her own wetness up over her sensitive clit. She clutched at him, pulling his head into her and rubbing against his mouth shamelessly. Her orgasm was quick and explosive, catching her by surprise. She held his head between her thighs, riding out the long, rolling waves of her climax as he devoured her with his mouth. Then, just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he lowered her down to the bed and guided his thick cock into her.
    With tremors of her orgasm still rippling along the walls of her pussy, he felt huge inside her. She wrapped her legs around his strong back, arching up to meet his slow, deep thrusts. He reached under her to hold her ass, anchoring her to him as he rocked into her. She nibbled his neck, licking the salty moisture from his skin as her whole body quivered against him.
    His thigh muscles trembled as he came, still moving so slowly inside her, as her pussy squeezed the length of his shaft. His orgasm seemed to last as long as hers, every short thrust followed by a deep groan. She held him to her, hands soothing the bunched muscles of his back and down to his clenched ass. Finally, he relaxed against her, his solid weight both sensual and comforting.
    “Think we did it?” he murmured, tucking his head against her neck.
    She stroked his hair, a private smile curving her lips. She was suddenly sleepy again. “Maybe. But the doctor said the more times I make love around ovulation, the more likely I am to get pregnant.”
    “Give me an hour and I’ll see what I can do to increase our chances.”
    She giggled. “Lovely, but don’t forget I’m playing tennis with Henry at ten.”
    “Hmph. Girls’ night out, tennis with Henry. My girlfriend is in high demand.” Ian moved off her, pulling her over on her side and into his arms, where she settled with a contented sigh. “At least until you get knocked up. Then you’re all mine.”
    “Exactly the way I want,” she said, stretching like a well-fed cat. “Maybe this month is my month.”
    “Well, if it doesn’t happen this time, we’ll just have to try again next month,” Ian said. “It’s all about the timing, right?”
    “All in the timing,” she agreed.

The Stars Fell Down
Kristina Wright
    The accidental brush of a hand. A knowing look across a room. The tilt of a head toward the door. Signals shared between spouses at a party? I suppose. In this case, they were signals shared between lovers whose spouses were oblivious.
    William was drunk. It wasn’t apparent in his demeanor, but I knew the signs. He brushed by me on his way through the kitchen and his hand