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  Getting on her hands and knees, she crawled to the center of the narrow mattress and waited. Though she still had on her bra and her green sweater, she felt almost unbearably naked with her ass and pussy on display.

  Apparently having her on her hands and knees half naked on the bed pleased Drew. He walked around the make-shift bed, examining her from every angle, his blue eyes hot and half-lidded with desire.

  “Drew…” she began, feeling like she couldn’t take his scrutiny anymore. But he only shook his head.

  “Shhh, baby—we’re not done yet. Here, I think we need to do a little something to make you ready.”

  “Ready for what?” Genevieve demanded breathlessly but her questions ended in a moan because Drew was pushing up her sweater and pulling down her bra to bear her breasts. Genevieve moaned as he tugged on her naked nipples, sending electric jolts of pleasure from her breasts straight to the wet spot between her thighs.

  “Does that feel good, baby?” Drew murmured in her ear, still tugging and twisting her tender peaks. “You like being open and helpless on your hands and knees while I touch your beautiful body?”

  “I…I…Oh God, Drew!” Genevieve couldn’t answer his questions—she could barely talk she was so hot. Her pussy felt so wet she was afraid she must be dripping everyplace but when she tried to shut her legs, Drew shook his head.

  “No, Gen—stay spread for me,” he ordered. “God, I love how wet your sweet little pussy gets for me. Hot and wet and ready.”

  Suddenly he knelt behind her on the floor at the foot of the bed and leaned forward on the thin mattress to wrap his muscular arms around her thighs.

  Genevieve gasped in surprise and turned her head to see him pulling her towards the end of the mattress. Before she could protest, he was pressing his face between her thighs, bathing her pussy with long, hot strokes of his tongue.

  “Oh, Drew!” she moaned as he pulled her back against his mouth. “Oh, please!”

  She couldn’t make anything more coherent come out of her mouth but she wiggled her hips, letting him know how good what he was doing to her felt. Drew seemed to understand what she was trying to say because he pulled back for just a moment.

  “That’s right, baby,” he growled hoarsely. “Just lean back against me and ride my mouth. Want to feel that sweet, wet pussy coming all over my face while I tongue fuck you.”

  Oh God! Genevieve had never realized how much she liked dirty talk before—maybe because she’d never been with a man who really knew what to say. Her ex- husband, Charles, had been largely nonverbal during sex, confining his comments to a few grunts and groans. But when Drew talked dirty to her in that deep, dominant voice, she couldn’t help loving it, couldn’t help responding to it. As he went back to lapping and sucking her open pussy, she felt her pleasure beginning to peak.

  “Drew!” she moaned as her orgasm washed over her, shaking her to the core. He wrapped his arms even tighter around her, pulling her back and lashing her clit with his tongue, driving her even higher until she thought she was going to go crazy. Part of her wanted to get away—to try and escape the intense, almost unbearable pleasure. But Drew was too strong—there was no way to get free—nothing she could do but press back against his face and his eager tongue and let him make her come as many times as he wanted to.

  And, as he licked and sucked her and pressed his tongue deep inside her, she did come—again and again until she was dizzy with pleasure and panting with need. God, who knew he would be so into this act? Or that he could drive her crazy with a well-placed flick of his tongue? As he lapped and teased her open pussy, she thought she might explode it felt so good.

  At last, when she’d lost count of the times she’d reached the peak, Drew pulled away from her, panting, his broad chest heaving like a bellows. Genevieve moaned softly and collapsed forward, her forehead pillowed on her forearms and her legs still spread submissively wide.

  Despite the intense orgasms Drew had just given her, she wanted more. She felt empty inside—empty and hot and wet.

  “Drew?” she whispered at last, lifting her head and turning to look at him.

  “Yeah, baby?” He stood up smoothly and the bulge in the front of his jeans was unmistakable. His mouth was shiny with her juices and his eyes were glowing with need.

  “Drew, I…” She didn’t know how to say it—didn’t know how to ask for what she needed…what she knew she shouldn’t have. “Drew, I want…I need…”

  “Yeah, baby?” he murmured again, climbing onto the bed behind her. Genevieve was still on her hands and knees so when his lean hips butted gently against her, she couldn’t help feeling the bulge of his cock pressing against her open pussy.

  “Drew,” she moaned softly. “Please, can you…would you just…just rub yourself against me? Like you did last night?”

  “Like this, you mean?” He pressed his denim-clad cock harder against her wet, open pussy. “Or bare?”

  “Bare.” She looked over her shoulder at him, feeling helpless and hot and unable to stop herself. “Take…take off your jeans and underwear and rub against me bare.”

  “If you want me to, baby,” he murmured. “I guess we should end this ‘exercise’ like we have all the others.”

  “Yes, exactly.” Genevieve nodded eagerly. “Just…rub yourself against me. I…I want to feel you.”

  “With pleasure,” he growled. Unfastening his jeans, he peeled the denim down to reveal the long, hard shaft of his cock. Genevieve moaned breathlessly when she saw that the plum-shaped head was already shiny with precum. God, they were taking a risk here! She was in a much more vulnerable position than she had been the night before, with her pussy spread and open and in perfect alignment with his cock. But even though she knew this was a line they shouldn’t cross, she couldn’t make herself ask Drew to stop.

  As she watched, he took his shaft in one hand and began to rub the broad head slowly between her slippery pussy lips, caressing her clit with his broad tip. The gentle, intimate massage made her pussy throb even harder and Genevieve thought she had never felt so empty in her life.

  “Drew,” she moaned and wiggled her hips, trying to get more of him in contact with her. “Drew, please!”

  “Better be careful, Gen.” One large hand gripped her hip almost roughly, trying to keep her still. “Unless you want to cross that line we talked about yesterday. If you keep sliding all around on my cock like that it’s going to slip inside you. Then—”

  But before he could finish his sentence, Gen felt something thick and hot press against the entrance of her pussy and slide a little way inside her.

  They both froze for a moment and part of her brain screamed that this was wrong—that she couldn’t go this far with Drew. They didn’t even have the excuse of the sexual surveillance cameras this time—they were on their own and still doing things they would probably regret later.

  But it felt so good to have Drew inside her—even just a little way—that she couldn’t seem to pull away or ask him to pull out. Instead she looked over her shoulder again.

  “Drew?” She made his name a question.

  “God—damn.” His voice was a low, uneven growl. “I told you this would happen Gen—Hold still, I’m inside you.”

  “Just a little way though—I can feel you,” she whispered breathlessly. “Maybe…maybe it wouldn’t hurt for you to go a little further.”

  “You mean like this?” He pressed forward and Genevieve tried not to moan as she felt another thick inch enter her and then another.

  “Yes,” she gasped. “Like…like that. God, Drew, you’re so big.”

  “It’s just that you’re really tight, baby.” He stroked her back and hips in long, soothing strokes. “But maybe I’d better pull out now. We’re getting awfully close to crossing that line we talked about last night.”

  “I know we are but…” Genevieve bit her lip again. “But I can’t help it—I want to cross it. A little, anyway.”

  “Oh? And how do we do that?”