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curtain of her hair.
    Henry opened his mouth, but he didn’t know what to say. He wanted to thank her, but that seemed stupid. He wanted to tell her how much he’d enjoyed that, how much her touch aroused him, but that wouldn’t be anything she didn’t already know.
    “Akta.” He rose to his feet. His cock was still semi-erect, and as he caught sight of her nipples, he could feel the first stirrings of fresh desire.
    “Henry.” She slid her pants down. They pooled at her feet. Stepping out of them, she stood before him completely naked and yet still covered by the silky black strands of her hair.
    Reaching up, she brushed her hair back over her shoulders, exposing her naked body to his gaze. “Touch me.”

Chapter Seven
    Akta held her breath as Henry came to her. Her whole body was humming with arousal.
    Normally she was happy to follow the guy’s lead in sex. She loved to be touched, to be made to feel feminine and fragile under a man’s hands. It surprised her how hot it made her to be the one to take charge now, to touch Henry and to demand he touch her.
    He took a lock of her hair, pulling it forward. He examined it, running his fingers along it. Akta had to bite back her impatience. Laying her hair over her breast, Henry rubbed her nipple with the soft strands. Pleasure rippled though her. It was good, but not enough.
    Taking his other hand, she brought it to her bare breast. His fingers immediately closed around her nipple, rolling and tugging with just enough pressure to have her wanting more.
    “I want to make you come,” Henry said, breath ragged. “The way you made me come.”
    Akta guided them back to the bed. Tossing the duvet to the floor, she lay back, propping herself up on one elbow. Henry’s gaze was fixed on the apex of her thighs. Akta stroked her fingers down her sternum, over her belly to her pussy. She slid her fingers between her legs, keeping them closed. She was so wet she was slippery. Unable to avoid the temptation, she pressed one finger between the lips of her sex and touched her clit.
    “What are you doing? Show me,” Henry demanded.
    Slowly, Akta parted her legs. Henry dropped to his knees beside her bed. Akta braced her heels on his shoulders and scooted her butt to the edge. With her left hand, she pinched and twisted her own nipples as her right hand separated the folds of her sex. Two fingers splayed, she used her middle finger to circle her clit.
    He hadn’t touched her, and yet Akta was more aroused with each passing moment. She could feel him watching her, feel the way he studied her movements, learning what she liked, what pleased her.
    Henry’s fingers stroked the inside of her thighs until he reached the warm, wet core. She pulled back as his fingers caressed her labia, then circled her clit.
    “This is your clit,” he said, carefully petting the little bundle of nerves.
    “Yes.”
    “You’re beautiful here—so warm and wet.”
    His head bent and he licked her clit—two long, hard strokes. Akta jumped a little.
    “Softer,” she said, “and use more of your tongue.” She held her breath, scared he’d be angry with her for directing him, but he wasn’t. He pressed his tongue flat against the inner folds of her sex and rubbed her clit.
    Akta’s fingers dug into the sheets and she pressed her feet hard against his shoulders. “Henry, yes, Henry.”
    She savored his name. She’d imagined this, imagined them together like this.
    He drew back for a moment, panting a little.
    “Give me your hand,” she said.
    Henry held up his hand. Taking it in both of hers, she folded all but his index finger into a fist, then guided his hand to her pussy. She ran his finger down the center of her sex and positioned it at the entrance to her body. She saw his eyes widen, and in the next instant his finger was inside her.
    “Like this?”
    “Oh yes.” Akta closed her eyes, reveling in the moment.
    “You’re very tight.”
    “It’s been a long time.”
    “How