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"Don't," she whispered andwent up on her toes to brush her mouth across his. "Don't say anything,Trey. Just, please, make love to me. Because we're here and we're alive. Youdon't have to make any promises."

He drew back and searched her eyes.He could probably see all the love she felt for him, and she lowered herlashes, before she kissed him again. Heat exploded between them, and hegathered her into his arms in a crushing embrace, kissing her with fevered intensity.She surrendered to him totally, in a sweet, hot rush of passion, wrappingherself around him.

They stumbled through the doors backinto the room and stood beside the bed.

"Undress me," she invitedhim huskily, standing before him.

He slipped the single button of thecardigan open and pushed it off her shoulders, then lifted the camisole overher head. Her bra was also black and he flicked the front opening and pushed itoff, too.

Then he went to work on the buttonand zipper of the denim skirt and worked it down over her hips, leaving herstanding there in black lace panties that were a band of lace around her hips.

"I want to leave theseon," he murmured, kissing her softly, his fingertips tracing over the laceand around to the back where it half-covered her butt cheeks.

She shivered.

"My turn," he said,dropping his arms.

She smiled and unbuttoned the twobuttons of his polo-style shirt. She ran her hands over the thick, soft cottonand the hard, sculpted muscles beneath. She tugged the shirt out of his jeansand slipped her hands under it onto fever-hot skin. She pushed the shirt up,hands on his chest, and bent down to press a kiss right in the middle of hischest. Then she pulled the shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor.

His jeans came off next, falling tothe floor, heavy with his wallet and change. She had no inclination to leavehis underwear on, wanting to see his arousal, wanting to feel it...taste it.

She dropped to her knees on the softcarpet and slid her fingers under the elastic of his snug boxer briefs, tuggedthem down over his long legs and off. He stepped out of them and planted hisfeet apart, standing before her, his erection blatant and impressive.

She studied him, admired him."Beautiful," she murmured, taking him in her hands and caressing him.

He groaned.

She curled her hand around him. Hewas amazingly soft and hard. The tender tip of his penis was velvety, butunderneath he was like steel. She traced the throbbing veins and, as sheclasped him, she could feel his heartbeat, fast and strong.

She pressed her face to the creasewhere his thigh met groin and inhaled the scent of him, warm and musky and sointimately him. Her tongue gave a little lick there, kissed him, and histhighs quivered.

He parted his legs a little wider,and she slid one hand through and behind to capture his balls, fondling them,squeezing gently, bringing more moans and muttered curses from him.

"Yes," he said with agroan, his whole body tight.

Then she took him in her mouth,swirling her tongue over the head, wetting him, tasting him, trying to swallowhim.

"Oh Christ!"

She made love to him with her mouth,sucking and squeezing him, cupping his heavy sac, loving how it tightened inher hand. She wanted to make him come, wanted him to spill himself into hermouth. His hands came to her head, gentle at first, guiding her forward, thenwith increasing urgency, pushing harder, faster.

"Yes, like that." Hegroaned. "Harder... Oh, Marli!" He cried out her name as he came,pulsing in her mouth, the hot, sharp taste of his semen a triumphant,extravagant delight for her mouth.

She sucked and licked him dry,slowly released him and sat back, then licked her lips. She gazed up at him.

His face looked stunned, flushed,full of gratitude and awe. He fell to his knees on the carpet in front of herand gathered her against him, buried his face in her hair. She kissed hisshoulder and hugged him back.

"Good God," he murmured,"I think my legs just gave out."

Then they were lying on the floortangled around each other, hands greedily groping and touching, mouths meetingin long, clinging kisses, trying to consume, devour, inhale each other.

"God, Trey," she gasped,climbing on top of him.

He clasped her hands, and shelowered herself onto his hot, hard shaft, riding him. Their fingers curled andtightened around each other's, and she surged and rose on him, pulling at himwith every inner muscle she had.

"Condom," he growled."We need a condom. I can't last...especially bareback, like that."

All she wanted was him inside her,and at that moment she couldn't care less about protection, but he lifted heroff with his hands on her waist and set her aside so he could go get a condom.

He was back in an instant, alreadysheathed, and rolled across the carpet with her, then inside her. He moved overher, looked down at her face, and the tenderness in his eyes almost brought herto tears. He touched her hair, pushed it off her face, pulled one strand fromher mouth. He leaned down and kissed her then, thrusting into her with long,slow moves, touching deep inside her, and she came, hard, fast and sharp,startling her. It was intense, almost painful. He swallowed her cry, heavedagainst her, hips driving, pumping.

"I'm coming, Marli," hetold her, voice low and rough, then he was pressing into her in hot, heavypulses, and she came again, this time longer, softer waves of heat that sliddown her legs and made her weak.

She couldn't move, couldn't breathe.

She held his big, heavy bodytightly, stroked his damp back, the curve of his tight butt, his thick,powerful shoulders, fighting back tears. God, she loved this man with all herheart. She choked on the words that wanted to escape from her, swallowed hard,her throat aching.

He buried his face in her neck,breathing hard. She so much wanted to hear him tell her he loved her, andsqueezed