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I cried out over and over, filling the room with moans and whimpers as I lost my sense of self and touched something divine. My body bucked against him—I couldn’t control it.

I couldn’t hear anything. All I could see were stars.

Pure euphoria flooded to my fingertips and toes. With every heartbeat, more of it pumped through me.

I must have beenglowingas I melted into the mattress.

When I finally caught my breath, I looked down at Sam.

He was looking up with me like Christmas had come early.

He wore the satisfied expression of a thief that just discovered the right combination to a safe.

Sam stuck out his tongue and licked slowly up and down my slit.

The aftershocks rocked through me and my body bucked against him.

I saw a glint of white as he smiled mischievously in the darkness.

He liked this. He liked torturing me.

But not as much as I liked being tortured.

Sam halted his delicious tongue torture and smoothly returned to my face, kissing me slowly, sensually on the mouth.

I could smell my jungle-like scent on his lips, the smell that was so natural and ancient and unmistakably female. But when he kissed me, it tasted like nothing.

He moved down to my breast again, leaving swirling silvery patterns of saliva in cursive on my chest.

Then he slipped a thick finger inside.

I let out a whimper as he stretched me.

I was so wet post-orgasm that there was no resistance.

Sam continued sucking on my nipple and slipped another finger inside.

I moaned again as I felt him fill me; stretch me so deliciously.

Sam curled his fingers in acome-hithergesture and poked my g-spot.

A higher-pitched moan escaped from my mouth and I felt a different, denser pressure quivering inside.

My opening flexed around him as he worked his fingers in and out, back and forth.

Sam knew how to play my body like an instrument.

I felt the pressure build in my body again and knew I was close. Everything in me stiffened, and I felt myself treading dangerously close to another mind-shattering orgasm.

And in that state of pure confidence, I pushed his hand away.

He looked up at me with a grin,amusedthat I was taking control.

I sat up on my knees so we were facing one another.

My hands traveled down his sides slowly, taking my time, letting my fingers trace the curves of his bulky muscles.

I looked into his eyes and bit my lip.

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