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“Richard, please, I shouldn't let you,” I begged. But even as the words left my mouth, I was spreading my legs for him, inviting his fingers to touch me again, to explore me as he had the night before. I was already so wet for him, wet and ready for things I dared not name or acknowledge to myself.

  “I love to touch you here,” Richard whispered, sliding two long fingers carefully into my wet sex. “You're so hot and wet, Rachel. Can you imagine what it would feel like to have my cock inside you, filling you up, instead of just my fingers?” His fingers mimed the act, pressing gently inside me, thrusting rhythmically as far as he could without taking my virginity.

  “Please…” I wanted to close my legs, but I couldn't.

  “Please what?” Richard leaned over to look at me, and I found I couldn't meet his eyes. I couldn't look at him while he was touching me so intimately, not without losing what little control I had left.

  “I…I thought you were going to kiss me,” I whispered at last, not sure what else to say. I could feel my cheeks growing hot even as my body gave him what he demanded. Why couldn't I control myself around him?

  “Oh, I am,” he reassured me softly. “I'm going to kiss you until you come, Rachel. Come hard, just for me.”

  “I don't—” I began, but he pressed a soft, warm kiss to my lips to silence me. His fingers left me, but even as a protesting moan fell from my lips at the loss of the sweet sensations he had been building inside me, his mouth began to travel down my body. He kissed my breasts again, and the valley between them, and moved lower, sucking and nibbling the soft skin of my trembling stomach, circling my navel with his tongue teasingly until I wanted to scream with frustration.

  By now I knew what he intended to do, and yet I still couldn't summon the willpower to stop him. Just a little while longer, I told myself. Just a little bit more, and then I'll make him stop…When he reached the tender vee between my legs, I knew I had to tell him no. It was wrong to let him do this to me—wrong to let ourselves go so far.

  “Richard…” I tugged at his hair as he bent to kiss me there.

  He looked up, his pale green eyes full of need.

  “Richard, no,” I said as firmly as I could. But my voice trembled with the effort of making myself say the words. “We can't do this…It's wrong…dangerous.”

  “Just one kiss,” he said thickly, his voice rough with desire. “Just one, Rachel. You don't know how long I've wanted to do this, how long I've wanted to taste your sweet, wet pussy.”

  His words almost took my breath away, and as our eyes locked, my breathing quickened and my pulse thudded in my ears so hard I could barely hear myself think. What he wanted, what he was asking me to let him do, was wrong on so many levels I could barely name them all, even to myself. I couldn't let him do this, could I? Couldn't let him spread open the wet folds of my sex and taste me this way? Such an intimate kiss surely exceeded the boundaries of all decency. But maybe, I thought, trying to justify the act to myself, I could make it a little less wrong somehow. Maybe we could compromise…

  “All right,” I whispered at last, giving in, but only a little, I told myself. “All right, but just one, Richard. On…on the outside, okay?” I squeezed my legs together as I spoke, pressing my thighs tightly closed to make sure there was no mistake.

  “The outside?” He stroked gently over the outer lips of my cunt, crowned with a soft thatch of barely-there blonde curls. I shivered at his touch, feeling the fire wash through me all over again.

  “Y—yes,” I managed to say. “Just one kiss on the outside, and that's all.”

  He bent his head without answering, his breath hot on my exposed sex. He placed his hands, warm and large and somehow comforting, on my inner thighs and began to spread my legs.

  “Richard!” I protested, resisting the gesture.

  “I can't reach you with your legs locked shut,” he said reasonably, stroking my thighs. His touch was gentle and soothing. “If I only get one kiss, I want to be sure to do it right, Rache.”

  “I…all right, I guess,” I whispered at last, giving up my resistance. I felt his hands parting my legs, spreading them wide and then wider as he devoured me with his eyes. I tried to relax and trust him, telling myself it was only one kiss…just one. But the lips of my sex were swollen with need, and as Richard spread my legs, I could feel my cunt parting as well. I was opening for him whether I wanted to or not—it was as though my body had decided independently of my brain what it needed. What could I do when my own flesh was betraying me this way?

  I bit my lip against the protest that wanted to come out as Richard opened my legs fully, exposing me completely to his gaze. The lips of my sex were fully parted as well now, the soft inner folds glistening and my throbbing clit prominently displayed like a pink pearl for his pleasure. I felt waves of shame and desire sweep over me at the obvious display of how much I needed him—of how much my body longed for his.

  Richard bent his head, and I tried to brace myself for the touch of his mouth, hot and wet, against the parted lips of my naked pussy. What would it feel like to have his tongue explore me? To have him press deep inside me? To feel his kiss on my clit?

  But to my surprise, Richard placed a soft, chaste kiss on the springy mound of curls at the apex of my sex without taking advantage of my exposure at all. Then he looked up at me, waiting.

  I let out the breath I hadn't known I was holding, feeling a strange mixture of disappointment and relief. Maybe he had changed his mind about wanting to taste me. Maybe he had realized how wrong this was and was willing to give it up…But his next words shattered that half-formed wish completely.

  “Look at yourself, Rachel,” he said, his voice low and needful. “Look at the way your body responds to mine. Look at the way your pussy opens for me—so sweet and wet. Your body knows what you need—that we need each other, that we belong together. Why can't you accept it with your mind as well as your body? Accept that you and I are Amon-kai and that we're right together?”

  “Richard, please…” I shook my head and tried to close my legs, but he wouldn't let me.

  “You can't think of any reason not to let me give you another kiss, can you?” His voice was low and seductive now, promising things I was both afraid of and wanted desperately.

  “Another kiss?” I stopped struggling abruptly.

  “On the inside this time.” His intense green gaze pinned me down, holding me in place as surely as his hands on my thighs. “You want it, Rachel,” he told me softly. “You want it, and you can't deny it. You want me to spread open your pussy and suck your hot little clit into my mouth. You want to feel my tongue stroking in and out of you…tasting you…fucking you.”

  “I…” I shook my head, feeling myself weakening. I fell back on the only thing I could think of. “Just once?” I asked weakly.

  “Unless you ask me not to stop,” he replied, his eyes still locked to mine. “Unless you want me to keep kissing you, to eat your soft little pussy until you come all over my face.”

  His hot, dirty words excited me almost more than I could have imagined possible. He was asking for more than permission to taste my pussy—he was asking for my complete surrender.

  I had no words to answer his demands. Instead, I buried my hands in his thick hair and urged him down, showing him what I needed, what I couldn't bring myself to ask for. It can't hurt to let him just once…just a little, I told myself. The truth was that I wanted him so badly I was almost beyond reason. Only the thinnest thread of self-control was keeping me from begging him to not only taste me but to fuck me as well.

  Richard understood my consent, and he needed no further urging. Dipping his head to the vee between my legs, he spread the lips of my cunt even wider and laid a gentle, open-mouthed kiss on my wet pink interior. I felt the brush of his lips over my clit and then the stroking of his tongue. He tasted me, as he had said he would, laving my trembling flesh with kisses and licks until I could stand it no more and cried out with pleasure.

  Richard looked