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Then he started
using his mouth, trailing kisses and little nips along her feet, ankles,
calves, and all the way up to the back of her knees.

After several
minutes of his ministrations, Lori was fully aroused and starting to shift
restlessly on the bed. And he hadn’t made it higher than her knees.

“Ander,” she
gasped at last, when his skillful mouth on the sensitive spot at the back of
her knee threatened to drive her insane. “I’m finding you less obnoxious now.
You can move on past my legs.”

He made a
humming sound against her skin that sent delicious vibrations straight to her
hot arousal. With a smile, he moved higher on the bed and took one of her hands
in both of his.

He pressed a
kiss into the palm, with a gentleness that took her by surprise. But, before
she could fully register the gesture, he trailed his mouth up to her wrist and
higher up her arm, alternately flicking with his tongue and grazing with his
teeth.

Then he stroked
her arms as he mouthed her throat. Every inch of her skin that he’d touched
felt tingling and sensitized. Her whole body was primed, and all the parts that
he hadn’t yet reached were aching for his touch.

He kissed his
way up her neck and then along the line of her jaw. And then he lingered just
on the edge of her mouth until Lori couldn’t take any more. She turned her head
enough to claim his mouth.

Their lips
clung to each other for several moments, and then the kissed deepened. Lori was
just getting into it, clutching at his head and trying to rub her hips against
his, when he pulled away.

She whimpered
in frustration as his face lowered again to her neck. She was dying for him.
She was wet and aching between her legs, and she couldn’t stop squirming her
hips.

But he wouldn’t
even get to her breasts.

Finally, she
decided he must be doing it on purpose. “Ander,” she said hoarsely, pulling his
head up from where he’d been sucking at a spot on her shoulder. “Stop stalling.
Get to the good parts.”

He met her
eyes. His face was slightly flushed and his body looked a little tensed. That
gave her hope that he was starting to get aroused himself, but he lowered his
face again to trail his lips down her upper arm toward her elbow. “I can’t,” he
murmured against her skin. “All your good parts are covered by the towel.”

Lori stiffened
and sucked in a sharp breath. He was
still
being obnoxious. He was going
to make her take off her towel before he gave her what she wanted.

Obviously, he’d
seen the various parts of her body before, but she’d always kept something on
so she didn’t feel quite so exposed or vulnerable. Had Ander just pushed up the
towel like she’d expected, she wouldn’t have thought anything about showing him
some skin.

But this was
different.

“Ander,” she
whimpered, not immediately sure whether her desire or her stubbornness would
hold out.

Later, she
would conclude that she hadn’t really caved. It was merely her common sense
that came out victorious. He’d seen her body before. And she wanted to have
sex.

Why the hell
should she cling to the towel?

As Ander
waited, sprawled out beside her and propped up on one arm, she slowly moved her
hand to the tucked end of the towel. She felt ridiculously nervous as she
started to loosen it. Ander was gazing at her, and the sun was streaming in
through the sheers on the window.

Her body looked
perfectly fine in clothes, but she’d never be a swimsuit model.

She didn’t care
if she was paying Ander to be with her. She wanted him to find her attractive.

Almost
delicately, she pulled the wrapped towel apart, baring her body to his view.
She couldn’t even do it in stages. Not only did she reveal her breasts, but
also her belly, hips, thighs, and groin.

The cool air on
her still damp skin was almost shocking. Her nipples had tightened with her
arousal and grew even more erect at the shift in temperature.

She saw a
flicker of expression on Ander’s face—one she couldn’t identify. But it caused
her pulse to pound even faster.

To her relief, Ander
didn’t just sit there staring at her naked flesh. Almost immediately, he
lowered his face to one of her breasts, and his hands moved to caress her hips
and thighs.

Lori exhaled in
deep pleasure at the familiar feel of his mouth and hands on her body. And soon
her self-consciousness was forgotten as her desire took on new urgency with the
intensifying of the foreplay.

Eventually, his
mouth moved lower than her breasts as he pressed little kisses along the line
of her side and across her abdomen. He cupped both of her breasts with his
hands and squeezed gently as he breathed hotly against her belly.

Lori had spread
her legs and was trying to get any friction she could against her clit. “Ander,”
she begged, “Please.”

His mouth
trailed even lower. Then his jaw brushed against the strip of trimmed hair
between her thighs.

She gasped as
he parted her legs even further and then nuzzled her intimately. Before she
could even process what was happening, he’d used his tongue to part her
intimate folds and expose her hot arousal to the cool air of the room.

“Ander!” she
panted, trying to get her mind to work when her body was flooded with
sensation.

He flicked at
her clit, sending jolts of pleasure out from the touch.

She had to
fight to keep her thighs apart. She wanted to squeeze around his head, around
the pleasure. Her hands groped at the bedding, and she instinctively tried to
rub her groin against Ander’s mouth.

He held her
thighs apart and held her in place with strong hands as his mouth worked her
over. He stroked and fluttered with his tongue, dipping into her wet entrance
and curling up against her inner walls. He nuzzled and rubbed against her flesh
with his jaw and his nose, and occasionally even his teeth would graze her very
lightly.

Lori whimpered
and panted, her body growing tighter and tighter as the sensations built up to
an unbearable peak. Her hands groped around, fumbling for purchase, moving from
the comforter to the headboard to her own breasts. Eventually, she gave in and
clutched at Ander’s head, holding his mouth in place with shameless
entitlement.

He adjusted
slightly to get his hand in position so he could sink two fingers into her
channel and pump them against her g-spot. Then he concentrated on her clit,
nudging and twirling it until Lori wanted to howl.

She started to
make little sobbing sounds as she felt her climax bear down. And she shook
desperately as the tension finally shattered and her intimate muscles clamped
down around Ander’s fingers.

As she panted
and rode out her orgasm, Ander kept pushing his fingers against the
contractions, but he turned his head slightly to the soft flesh at the very top
of her inner thigh.

He bit down.

Lori cried out
hoarsely, the jolt of unexpected pain sustaining the spasms of her pleasure.

“Oh God!” she
gasped, as her body began to relax. “Oh God.”

Ander gently
slid his fingers out, and he lifted his head from between her legs.

Lori gazed down
on him hazily, feeling a flush of embarrassment at how wet the lower part of
his face was.

As he reached
for a tissue to wipe his face, Lori remembered what she’d been trying to wrap
her mind around earlier. “You didn’t use one of those dams.”

Ander gave a
half-shrug. “No big deal.”

“But you said—”

Lifting his
eyebrows, Ander reached for a condom from the bedside table. “You haven’t had
sex with anyone but me, have you?”

“No,” she said
slowly, randomly wondering if he thought that was weird.

“How
significant a chance do you think there is of my catching a disease from you?”

Lori couldn’t
help but snort, her sense of irony triggered by his dry words. She should have
known Ander had a rational reason for his atypical behavior. Obviously, there
was no reason for protection if her only sexual experience was with him.

It had felt
extremely intimate, but Ander was a professional. It would be unforgivably
foolish of her to forget that for even a moment.

“Right,” she
said with a relaxed smile. “Thank you for that, by the way.” She inclined her
head toward her pelvis to indicate the oral sex he’d just performed. “Now maybe
you can do something with that condom.”

Ander quickly
pulled off his clothes, and then he rolled the condom on over his erection. He
positioned himself between her legs and aligned his cock at her entrance.

But then he
hesitated, scanning her face. “Did you want to use a different posit—”

“This is good,”
she interrupted, bucking her hips in a futile attempt to get him inside her.
She didn’t always like to make all the decisions. “Hurry up.”

He sank inside
her, and then he lowered his upper body so he could kiss her.

She could still
taste herself in his mouth, and she rolled her hips against the penetration of
his cock.

After a
lingering kiss, Ander reared up on his arms and began to thrust. She always
liked it when they got going and he started to do things on his own, without
always getting her go-ahead first. That way, she could enjoy the experience
without all the responsibility of decision-making.

Once he’d built
up a pleasing rhythm, Ander adjusted to put more weight on his knees. Then he
pushed her legs forward toward her chest, bending them up as he went. The move
allowed him to sink deeper into her body, and they both groaned at the
resulting sensations.

Lori’s body was
so sensitized that she was pretty sure she could come without stimulation to
her clit. She tried to rock her body with Ander’s motion, and she hummed out
silly, stifled sounds with their rhythm—something like “Mm hmm, mm hmm.”

Ander’s face
was flushed and tense above her, and his eyes seemed to devour her as he fucked
her fast and hard.

She jerked her
head to the side as she came, writhing as the pleasure sliced through her.

Ander grunted
and kept pushing into her tightened channel. He braced himself on straightened
arms, and the damp skin of his face and shoulders glistened in the sun-filled
room.

She kept her
head turned and her eyes squeezed shut as the penetration of his cock felt even
rawer and more intense after her orgasm. She panted against the bedding and
felt another orgasm coalesce.

“Lori.” Ander’s
thick voice spoke, not far from her ear. He was still pumping into her, his
strokes shorter and faster.

“Mm hmm,” she
whimpered, groping blindly until she found his shoulders to hold onto.

“Lori.”

She liked how
he said her name. It pushed her even closer to climax. Her body was starting to
shake uncontrollably.

“Lori,” Ander
rasped again, the pumping of his hips almost wild. This time she realized it
wasn’t an expression of passion. He was trying to get her attention.

She managed to
open her eyes, although her vision was blurred. She blinked up at him and saw
that his features were twisted with effort and concentration.

“Yes, damn it.
Come!” she choked out, digging her fingernails into the back of his neck as the
coiled pressure inside her reached its breaking point.

She felt
something unleash inside of Ander. She was too overwhelmed to identify the exact
signs, but she recognized the way he let himself go. His rutting became almost
frantic and a blaze ignited in his eyes.

That was all it
took for Lori to come. She arched up and sobbed in stifled gasps of pleasure as
her body convulsed. And her clenching channel must have pulled Ander into
climax as well.

His hips jerked
clumsily a few time and he choked out an incoherent word. Then she felt his
body pulse as he found his release on the heels of hers.

He lowered his
weight on hers for a few moments, and she felt him panting against her neck.

Then,
impulsively, she turned her head slightly until her lips brushed against his.

He kissed her
back. It wasn’t a deep or focused kiss, but she liked how their lips clung
together.

But then he was
pulling himself up and sliding his cock out of her body. He headed to the
bathroom like usual, and Lori heard the water as he washed up.

She released a
long sigh, deciding that this was a pretty good way to spend a lazy afternoon
in Québec. Then, realizing she was completely naked and not under the covers,
she looked around for something to put on.

Her eyes landed
on Ander’s t-shirt and she actually bent down to pick it up off the floor. But,
as she stared down at it, she decided against it. It would be unnaturally
intimate for her to wear his shirt, no matter how cozy it might be.

She dropped it
again, and then she gasped when she saw that Ander was standing across the room
near the bathroom, watching her.

“Sorry,” she
said, feeling herself flush hotly. “Just looking for something to wear.”

“You can wear
my shirt if you want,” he said, his face showing no expression.

“Nah. Just
bring me something from my suitcase, will you?”

He brought over
her lavender cashmere chemise, and she pulled it on while he put on his boxers.

Then he got
into bed beside her and stretched out. “You came, didn’t you?” he asked, almost
diffidently.

Lori’s mouth
fell open. “Uh, yeah. Twice. Couldn’t you tell?”

“I thought so.
Just making sure.”

She frowned at
him. “I’m not as quiet as I used to be.”

With a twitch
of a smile, he said, “I know. But you’re still pretty quiet.”

For some
reason, she stiffened. “Is that a problem?”

“Of course not.
Constant screaming can get old pretty quickly.”

Lori made a
face, trying to force back the pang of sharp discomfort she felt when she
thought about Ander fucking other women, making them scream with pleasure,
making them feel as good as he made her feel.