''Oh," she said, her mouth forming a wry grin as her thumbs hooked under the elastic waistband. She gave him a seductive wink and murmured, "Don't be afraid, Jason. I'll take it nice and slow. I'll show you the beauty of becoming a man."
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He grinned broadly, enjoying-very minute of her silly reenactment of their wedding night.
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She gave his briefs a gentle tug and slid them to the floor, trailing little nibbling kisses up his legs as she rose with maddening slowness, lingering to kiss the taut, flat expanse of his stomach, making little circles with her tongue.
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Jason drew his breath in sharply, his grin turning to an agonized mask as his desire for her became firm and rigid. Now where's your composure, Rawlings? she thought wickedly, stepping back to arm's length and resting her hands on his hips. Her eyes widened with delight. "Holy cow! You're not bad for a toad!"
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A deep rumbling laugh burst from his throat as he grabbed her and fell onto the bed, pulling her on top of him. She kissed him lightly on his nose and whispered cunningly, "Jason, darling, my clothes are going to have to come off before we can have our . . ."
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"Okay. All right! You're driving me crazy," he said, reaching to pull her gown off. She held his hands in check. "I'll do it," she told him. "You might take too long." With that her gown became a cloud of silk floating through the air to land in a far corner of the room.
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Her warm, sensuous curves blended with his sinewy form as she melted into his embrace. "Since I've taken care of all the preliminaries," she whispered, "you take it from here."
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"Mmmmmm, and just when I was enjoying myself," he said, a smug grin pasted across his face.
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Jessica bit her bottom lip pensively, then ran her tongue around her mouth, moistening her lips before breathing sexily against his. "Well, on page fifty of the . . . uh
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