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his attention the most. When she thought she
couldn’t take one more moment of wait, he blew a light burst of cool air along
her clit. Her body trembled, and all the blood rushed to her core.
          “Shouldn’t
we get undressed?” she mumbled.
          “No,
I want to please the birthday girl first.” His heated gaze, eyes almost dark
blue with desire, watched her as he settled in position between her legs.
    “Happy
birthday to me .”
          “Smooth
and wet—I’m a lucky man.” A quick swipe of his tongue had all thoughts falling
from her mind, fast and unguarded, like boulders over a cliff. He swirled around
the taut nub, playing with it.
          She
lifted her hips from the bed, begging him to stop the teasing.
          Chuckling,
Vincent continued. Unhurried, he dragged his tongue down her slit. When he
reached the opening of her sex, he burrowed inside. Her walls tightened around
him as he pulled out then dove in again. In and out, he fucked her until she
was thrusting her pelvis up to meet his face. His strong hands gripped her
thighs, raising her up and pressing them wide. Placing her sex on display. She
didn’t care as long as he didn’t stop pleasuring her.
          Continuing
his actions, he moved up between her labia, licking and suckling her lips on
the way to her clit. His hold on her thighs kept her immobilized, restraining
her movement. The grip kept her from being able to work her sex against his
mouth and come. Control, a new side of Vincent that hadn’t been there when they
were teens, turned her own.
          She
was so wet with need she could feel her own juices running down between her
cheeks. Moaning, she wanted to plead with him to give her satisfaction, but she
held back.
          Taking
her clit into his mouth, he drew in the throbbing peak. Her hands began a
search for purchase then finally plowed into his thick wavy hair. When he
flicked her rapidly with his tongue, brushing along the left side of her clit, she
came. Screaming and thrashing, she bucked against his mouth.
          Shudders
wracked her body erratically as he gingerly licked her sex, collecting the
cream of her pleasure as if it were his favorite treat. As the tremors became
mild vibrations, Vincent pulled her up to a seated position. Leaning forward,
he offered her his mouth. Not forcing her to receive her juices, he sat and
waited.
          With
him only a breath away, she took in her own heady scent, an aromatic spice and
a reminder that he’d selflessly brought her to a sensual haven. She didn’t
hesitate as she cupped his cheeks and bowed her head to him. Their kiss was
carnal, explosive and left them both gasping for air.
          Her
sheer, pale blue dress and its lacy black under-slip were over her head in a
flash. In her peripheral vision, she saw the light crepe material float to the
ground.
          Vincent’s
voracious blue eyes skimmed along every nude area of her body now revealed to
him.
          “I
have seen you naked so often in my dreams, Chelsi, but no memory could do the
reality of you justice.”
          Warmth
flooded her body at his words. Vincent had dreamed of her. The knowledge made
her heart swell and pound in her chest. Maybe he had missed her as much as she
yearned for him.
          Palming
her breasts, he fondled them and pinched her nipples until they became erect
between his fingers.
    She
gasped at the sharp, erotic pain.
    “You
like that?”
    “Yes,”
she panted.
          He
squeezed again, and she closed her eyes and pushed her breast into his hands,
enjoying the attention.
          “I
bet you’ll like this better.” Leaning down, he took one globe into his mouth, circling
and plying the sensitive tip with his tongue.
          “Oh…”
she cried out. Her sex began to throb again. Squirming on the bed, she told
him, “I want you undressed.”
          Her
nipple popped out of his mouth. Smiling seductively, he