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hand slid higher up her thigh until his fingers touched the curls, and

then slid lower. He continued to watch her expressions in the mirror.

Pleasure flitted across her face when his fingers touched her again.

She forced her eyes to remain open and stare into his.

"Look at my hand, Paige; watch what I am doing to you." He

ordered softly, his lips moving against her neck.

Her eyes dropped immediately to where his fingers slid slowly

across her lips. Her mouth opened slightly when she watched his

finger disappear once more and stroke her sensitive core. Her head

dropped back against his shoulder, but she continued to watch as he

had instructed. She saw how his fingers danced across her clit, how

her pussy jumped in response to his caresses. Then she sucked in her

breath as yet another orgasm began to take shape. Just before the

release was upon her, he pulled his fingers away, grabbed her hand

and guided her finger to her spot.

Her eyes jerked to his in the mirror when she realized he wanted to

see her pleasing herself. Her fingers were already working. Slowly at

first, she was right there, just a few more. Her finger began to rub

furiously against her clit while she watched the look of pleasure

spread across this face. She felt his cock twitch against her back and

she slipped her other hand down and inserted a finger inside while she

continued to rub. She knew how to please herself, that was not a

problem. She had just never done so with someone watching her and

that added an element of excitement.

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His hands cupped her breasts, his fingers twisting and pulling at her

nipples through the bra and there it was, finally, gasping loudly while

she found the release she was waiting for. She felt drained, but she

knew she wasn't finished yet.

He was far from being satisfied himself and she wanted to make

sure he was fulfilled just as much as she was. Her legs protested

when she stood, but he allowed her to move away from him. With her

fingers still slick with her own cum, she placed her fingertip against

his lips and he quickly sucked her fingers into his mouth, tasting her.

Her other hand came down and grabbed his cock and he closed his

eyes for a moment, his tongue caressing the fingers still in his mouth.

Her body ached and she felt like they had been going at it for hours.

Amazingly, she was still horny and wanted more. Taking him in

hand, she started to go back down on him but he pulled her face to his.

"On top, now." He kissed her on the mouth, and then scooted back

on the bed, his legs spread eagle and his shaft standing straight up, at

attention waiting for her attention.

Paige grinned and crawled onto the bed. Instead of doing as he

instructed, she took him in her hand again and ran her fingers along

the pulsating vein underneath. She explored, looking at him, running

her hands along his six-pack, feeling the muscles of his stomach

clench under his skin at her touch. She smiled when he closed his

eyes and allowed her to touch him. She stroked the length of him.

Wanting to take him into her mouth, instead she stood on the bed and

looked down at him.

Opening his eyes and looking up at her, a grin was on his face as he

watched her step forward and place a foot on either side of his hips.

Slowly, she hunkered down. Her knees spread, very un-lady like,

but hell, he had already seen it, so she lowered herself down. Once

again pulling the panties aside, her wet lips touched his enlarged head,

she lowered herself onto him. Her eyes closed at the feel of herself

being impaled on his large cock.

From that position, she was completely open and all he had to do

was lift up and into her and she came down onto him. He was in as

far as he could go.

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His hips slapped against her ass. He grabbed her hips and held her

still while he rose up.

She braced herself with her hands on her knees to keep from falling

over, he pumped into her. The sensation from that angle was unlike

anything she had felt before and it sent red hot heat racing through

her.

He was right there, she could tell by how red his face flushed but he

continued. On an exhale of breath he demanded. "Play with yourself,

cum with me."

She didn't hesitate. Her finger found just the right angle and she

worked her clit back and forth. Her fingers slipped back and felt him

sliding inside her, she pressed against him and heard him growl and

slammed up into her even harder and faster. Her fingers found her

nub again and after a couple quick jerks she felt herself clinch down

on him, his fingers bruising her hips, he gripped her tightly and

shouted his release while she screamed hers.

Her knees fell to the bed and she pitched forward, no longer able to

support her weight, she panted on top of him and heard him chuckle

while he panted with her. They were both hot and dripping with

sweat.

She rolled onto the bed beside him, his arm around the back of her

neck.

"Damn!" They both exclaimed in a groan at the same time and

laughed in unison. Releasing a deep breath, Paige squirmed to the

side of the bed. She never liked the feeling of things oozing

afterward. She didn't feel it now, but that didn't mean it wouldn't

happen. So she got up and wobbled on weak legs to the bathroom.

After cleaning up, she headed back into the bedroom to find Casey

standing naked by the window, looking out. When she came in, he

turned and smiled, touched her cheek with his fingertips when he

passed on the way to the bathroom. Slipping out of the bra and

panties, Paige crawled into bed with a quiet groan escaped when

plopped down.

He must have heard because he called from the bathroom. "You

ok? I didn't hurt you did I?"

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She laughed. "No, I'm fine, just going to be a little sore tomorrow."

His head popped around the corner with a concerned look on his

face. "That means I hurt you then."

"No, you didn't hurt me, promise." She held up her fingers as if

giving a scouts honor and he shook his head with a disbelieving snort.

"I just used muscles I didn't know I had." She admitted, hoping he

would finally begin to think she was too old for him and end it before

he broke her heart.

He had cleaned up then came back into the room. The light beside

the bed showed his trim muscular body when he ran naked towards

her and jumped on the bed.

She squealed and covered her head when he landed with his feet on

either side of her. He fell to his knees and sat down slightly on her

hips, pulled the cover back and kissed her hard on the lips. "Don't

ever think you are too old for me woman. You are only nine years

older than me. It's not like I'm your son's age."

She pulled back and stared at him. Now there was no way in hell

he could have known she thought that. Her face wouldn't have shown

that. Squinting, she looked at him suspiciously while he pulled the

sheet back and climbed into bed beside her.

Okay, now she hadn't expected him to stay the night. He pulled her

to him and held her close even though it was still hot and muggy in

the room. Paige lay there listening while his breathing evened out and

he fell asleep. Wrapped in his arms, with a satisfied but wary smile

she snuggled into his strong body.

* * * *

the next thing she knew she was being wakened by banging on her

door. Her heart pounding in her throat, she felt around the bed, and

realized Casey was gone. Grabbing her robe, she wrapped it around

her body, quickly glancing in through the bathroom door that stood

open, he wasn't in there. Then the living room on her way to the door,

Casey was no-where to be found.

Peeping through the peep-hole she didn't see anyone, so she opened

the door to look around and found Casey standing to the side, a box of

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donuts and two coffees in his hand, another white rose between his

teeth that he smiled around.

Shaking her head with a frown, her heart still pounding in her chest

she moved back and allowed him to come in, then closed and locked

the door.

Sitting everything on the counter, he grabbed the rose out of his

mouth, turned back to her and even though she still frowned, he gave

her a peck on the end of her nose.

"Morning beautiful." Grabbing her shoulders lightly, he guided her

over to the couch, with a gentle push, made her sit down.

For some reason, she was feeling very grumpy and even his cute

little dimpled smile didn't cheer her up.

"I take it you are not a morning person?" He asked around the stem

of the rose in his mouth while he did a balancing act, carrying the two

coffees and a plate he had stacked with donuts, he brought to the

coffee table.

She snorted, rolling her eyes and gave him a reluctant smile when

he motioned with his chin for her to take the rose. Fingering the soft

petals, she leaned her head back against the cushion and looked at

him. "You know this is crazy don't you."

"Yep, that's why it's fun." He responded, biting into one of the

donuts, taking over half of it in the one bite.

She shook her head. She was delusional, didn't know what she was

doing; this was not going to work. She let the rose rest against her

belly. "Don't you have to go fly or something, or do whatever it is

you do?"

"Why Paige, it sounds as if you are trying to get rid of me." Casey

was working on his second donut while she stared at him. When she

didn't respond, he stopped chewing and looked over at her. "Do you

really want me to leave?"

She groaned and shook her head. "No. I don't want you to leave.

I'm just not used to waking up with anyone pounding on my door, and

especially not by someone so damned cute, perky and nice in the

mornings."

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Casey leaned over and kissed her on the tip of the nose again.

"Sorry, I forgot to grab the key card to let myself back in." At the lift

of her eyebrows, "Assuming that would have been okay."

"Yeah, that's fine." She knew she sounded bitchy, but she was just

being, well, bitchy. If he wanted to be around her, then he could learn

to deal with her.
I'm tired of tip toeing around other people's

emotions. If I want to be in a bad mood, I want to be in a bad mood

and not have to worry that I am making someone mad at me.

Working on his next donut already, she shook her head at how fast

he could put them away. No wonder he had bought a dozen of them.

"You can be as grumpy as you want. What I told you last night goes.

I don't understand it myself, but Paige, I do love you."

She held up her hand and closed her eyes. She didn't want him

saying that to her. "Please, give me time to get accustomed to this and

decide what I want to do." She picked the rose up off the silk robe and

lifted it to her nose. White roses were her favorite. Snagging the

donut that he had just picked up, she took a bite of it and closed her

eyes when the sugary greasy taste filled her mouth. It had been so

long since she had had a donut, it tasted like heaven.

"Okay, so you know, I'm not afraid to tell you how I feel." He

leaned back and pulled her to him in a light hug. "But I do have to

run. I don't know if I can stop by tonight, but I will talk with you

later."

At her nod, she stood up and followed him into the kitchen where

he grabbed his coffee and headed for the door. At the door, he turned

and pulled her to him with his one free hand and kissed her softly on

the lips. "If you go back to bed, dream of me, I'll be thinking of you."

He pulled the door open and was gone.

Frowning again, she leaned against the door with her fingers

touching her lips. They tingled from where he had just kissed her and

the words dream of me floated around in her head. Placing the rose in

the glass along with the other one he had given her; she shuffled back

to the bedroom. Glancing at the clock at the bedside table told her it

was only six am. It was too damned early to be up on a Sunday

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morning; and too damned early to be up after the activities of the

night before.

Plopping down on the bed, she threw her arm over her eyes to