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arousal. Glancing up at her, he found Allie looking back at
him. Her hands were both resting on his head, fingers drawing lazy patterns
over his scalp. Her eyes were pleading with him, but he couldn’t be sure
whether they were desperate for him to continue slowly kissing every inch of
her or to simply hurry up and enter her.
    “Reece,” she said, almost too softly to be heard.
    Gripping her hips more firmly, Reece’s strong arms propelled
her to the right, until her legs were brushing against the foot of the bed.
Then, with a strong shove, he tossed her onto the mattress.
    “Ahh,” she squealed, giggling.
    Quickly, he pulled her jeans and her panties down to her
ankles. When his upper body came back up her legs, he gently held her knees and
parted them. Her sex opened like a flower, gleaming with her juices. His eyes
quickly flicked up her body, to find Allie gripping her bottom lip with her
teeth and the bed sheets with a ferocious grasp of her manicured nails.
    Gradually, he lowered his mouth to the sweetness that was
calling to him. Gently, he stroked his tongue between her swollen outer lips
and felt her instantly jerk beneath him.
    Allie tightened her grip on her lip, until she tasted blood.
She whimpered helpless, her hips flailing restlessly, as Reece continued to
slowly explore her sex. She tried to keep her upper body up, resting on her
elbows, as she became mesmerized by the movement of his head between her legs.
However, as Reece moved to her clitoris and began focusing his attentions
there, Allie felt her strength abandon her and she flopped back onto the bed
like a rag doll. When she felt two, strong fingers enter her, she began mewling
and writhing beneath him, her eyes fluttering closed.
    Reece knew she was close and lapped ferociously and firmly
at the tiny bud, as he unhurriedly thrust back and forth with the index and
middle fingers of his right hand. She smelt and tasted sweet and clean, with
just a hint of saltiness. That nectar was flowing so fast and hard that it was
dripping over her buttocks and pooling on the sheet beneath her. Pushing his
face more firmly into her, he moaned, prompting vibrations to rock through her.
    Allie opened her mouth and exhaled a breath, trying to cry
out. Instead, nothing erupted forth. She mutely screamed his name, as her
thighs unconsciously clamped his head firmly, holding him in place.

Chapter Eight
    Could This Be Real
    A llie slowly removed herself from the arms of
Morpheus to find her warm pillow moving. It was a small, almost imperceptible
undulation, accompanied by a soft, rhythmic thud against her ear. She recalled
falling asleep to a faster, harder version of that rhythm. Gradually she opened
her eyes and found her hair draped over a tanned chest. As she tried to move,
she realized one of her arms was beneath her, while the other was clinging to
the warm torso, half-beneath her. Her right leg was tossed over another, more
muscular, hairy leg and her inner thigh had something large, warm and flaccid
nestled against it.
    “Mmm,” she hummed delightedly, tightening her hold on the
comfortable pillow.
    “Hey,” a deep voice, groggy with sleep, muttered above her.
    Tilting her head, Allie looked up at Reece and smiled. A few
unruly strands of his thick hair had fallen onto his forehead, this coupled
with the joyful grin on his face, gave him an almost naïve, boyish quality.
Allie wasn’t fooled, however. The events of the night before left no doubt.
Reece was far from naïve, and if Allie had thought he knew his way around a
woman’s body at the age of eighteen, it was nothing to what he seemed to have
learned in the interim.
    “Hey,” she responded warmly. Turning, so she was lying more
completely on top of him, she shuffled up his body. “Wow,” she grinned, kissing
his lips briefly.
    “Yeah,” he acknowledged, sleepily. “Wow, is right.”
    “I would ask where you learned some of those moves,” she
whispered thoughtfully. “But I don’t think