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The dim portion of her mind tried to protest, to vocalize
that this was a bad idea but all that came out was a groan as Cayl’s hand
covered her breast.

“I do so enjoy the feel of your nipple pressed against my
palm.” He eased his hand around and cupped the lower curve. “And the
weight…most intriguing.” She swallowed and tipped her head back to draw in a
full breath but the slight movement seemed to be enough to tempt Cayl. He
squeezed her breast and pressed a kiss on her throat.

“I am beginning to understand the appeal of being behind the
female. I can have my hands on your tits and still feel the press of your ass against
my shaft.” Holding her in place, he rocked his hips forward, pressing his cock
into the split between her ass cheeks.

He groaned. “The heat between us is immense, is it not?”

She nodded and tried to find the breath to speak but his
hand slid from her hip downward, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her
pajamas.

She dropped her head backward, arching her back, pressing
her breast into his hand. “The feel of you in my mouth has made me hard all day
and into the night. Your taste lingers on my tongue. Even though I know it is a
memory, my body feels it again.”

Her cry rang through the room and she couldn’t do anything
else. She spun around and flung her arms over Cayl’s shoulders holding him,
pressing her mouth to his, opening, begging for his kiss.

He responded almost immediately, his tongue plunging into
her mouth, his lips sucking lightly on hers. One hand squeezed her breast and
the other grabbed her ass and pulled her up against him, guiding her, magically
positioning her clit against his cock.

Devin’s fingers delved into his hair, locking him in place,
the sleek strands teasing the backs of her hands.

Moments, hours later, Cayl twisted his head, pulling back
from the kiss. He didn’t go far. He bent forward stroked his teeth across her
lower lip, biting down at the end. The nip sent a shiver into her pussy. “I
would taste you,” he whispered, adding another bite to her lips. “Having
experienced Mace coming in my mouth, I desire to compare the flavors. And the
sweet scent of your pussy has teased me through the evening hours. May I not
lick you?”

The hunger in his voice penetrated her core and she groaned,
pressing her lips back against his. He drove his tongue into her mouth, a fast
hard stroke then retreated and dropped to his knees.

He grabbed the waistband of her panties and dragged them
down. A soft moan escaped his lips as he pushed the material out of the way.

“So soft,” he whispered, his fingers trailing up the insides
of her thighs. Her knees trembled but she held herself in place. The need from
earlier in the evening exploded inside her. The nagging, logical voice pointed
out this was a bad idea reared up but desire slapped it back. He scooped her up
and placed her on the edge of her mattress. Devin fell back, catching herself
on her elbows, sinking into the reflected hunger in Cayl’s eyes.

“Let me see your tits,” he ordered. There was no pleading,
no curiosity, just sheer need and power in his voice. It reminded her of Mace,
telling her to bend over so she could be spanked. A shiver skipped into her
pussy. Cayl stared, his eyes filled with command.

Trembling, needing, she grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt
and pulled it up, over her head and threw it toward the side of the bed. A low
growl rumbled from Cayl’s throat, a sound so instinctive she didn’t think he
even knew he’d made it. “Lie back. I wish to see you spread out before me.”

Every word brushed across her skin and the strange desire to
submit to his commands controlled her muscles. She sank back onto the mattress
and separated her thighs. Cayl’s hands slid between her knees and pressed,
guiding her legs open, spreading her.

Heat swelled in her pussy as he stared down at her, his
hands skimming across her stomach, up to her breasts. Wicked fingers teased her
nipples. As if unable to stop himself, he leaned forward and gave a long slow
lick across one tight peak. She moaned, twisting beneath his touch.

“I would linger here but the scent of your pussy is too
captivating to ignore.” With a kiss goodbye to each nipple, he slid down, knees
between her spread thighs. He took a deep breath and trailed his fingers down
the crease between her thighs and hips. “So fascinating. The male and female of
the species are so different yet both intriguing.”

The muttered observation dulled some of Devin’s excitement.
She pushed herself up on her elbows, ready to tell Cayl she’d changed her mind.
But before the words could come out of her mouth, Cayl turned his head and
placed an almost reverent kiss to her skin. He sighed and his tongue flicked
out, taking a small sample.

“Yes, most intriguing.” There was that word again but there
was nothing clinical in the tone. He leaned forward, his attention focused on
her pussy. Breath caught in her throat. The sight of Cayl anticipating the
first taste shot tension through her body. He licked his lips against then
pushed forward.

His fingers spread her pussy lips and he dipped his tongue
cautiously against into her passage. He froze and then groaned. He looked up,
eyes glowing—sparkling with tiny lights. “I will spend long moments with this
flavor coating my tongue.”

He delved his tongue between her pussy lips as Devin gasped.
The touches were scattered as if he tested her response. He pressed his tongue
to the top of her passage and stroked back. A deep, heavy moan vibrated into
her pussy and fluttered against her clit. Cayl lifted his head. The lights
swirled in his eyes.

“I had not thought the taste of you could be any sweeter. I
was incorrect.” As if that explained everything, he bent down and plunged his
tongue into her passage. Another heavy groan shimmered into her cunt, wicked
vibrations that teased her clit even as he tongue-fucked her pussy.

Sensations zipped into her core, overwhelming her. His
tongue pumped in and out, shallow, strong strokes. Devin cried out and grabbed
the back of his head, holding him in place, wanting more, needing it. Cayl
fought the strength of her grip and lifted up. His stare met hers, the green
sparkles glittering like diamonds in his eyes.

“Yes, Agent Denning. You must guide me. How am I to know
what you like without some instruction?”

Devin groaned.
A lover who was willing to try things and
still take advice. Perfect.

“J-just do it again.”

“My pleasure.” And he did. Again and again, dipping his
tongue into her pussy, drawing back to circle around her clit. His hungry moans
electrified her skin, every sound teasing her cunt, making her want. God, so
good, but she needed more.

“Please.” She rocked her hips up, offering her pussy.

“How do I make you come?” he asked, barely lifting his head.

“My clit,” she gasped. “Lick it. Stay there.”

He placed a kiss on her pussy lips then trailed his tongue
up the inside of her slit to her clit. It had been wicked when he teased, now
the focused attention twisted everything inside her, making it tighter, hotter.
She squirmed but Cayl pressed his arm across her hips, holding her in place.

His free hand slipped between her legs and two fingers
pushed into her pussy, fucking her with deep slow strokes. He pulsed his tongue
against her clit, tormenting her with each touch. The wild tension swelled in
her pussy until she couldn’t contain it. She screamed and the delicious ache
erupted dispersing into her limbs.

Cayl raised his head and his fingers slipped from inside
her. She moaned, missing that sweet penetration. He rose up and leaned over
her, eyes glowing, lips shiny with her liquid, shoulders tight with restraint.
He pressed forward. His cock teased her wet entrance, every muscle in his body
taut and strained. He looked feral, ready to pounce.

“Where is a shield?” he demanded.

“What?” Her mind tried to focus on his question but his cock
tapped her opening and she spread her legs wider, needing him to fill her. Her
fingers twitched on the bedspread. She wrapped her hands around his wrists and
slid up. The hair on his arms tickled her palms. So strong. Hot. Yummy.

She pressed, savoring the resilience of his muscles. Her
gaze followed her hands and she tracked across those powerful chest muscles.
Unable to resist, she pulled herself up and pressed her teeth into the thick
pectoral muscle.

Cayl groaned, catching the back of her head and holding her
in place as she licked the tiny bite.

“Agent Denning, I am quite on the edge and would be inside
you when I come. Do you have a shield?”

She blinked and looked at his face. The lust in his eyes—and
maybe the fact that he called her “Agent Denning”—penetrated the sexual fog
that clouded her mind.

“Uh, the drawer. In the drawer.” She pointed to the bedside
table and hoped that she actually had condoms. It had been awhile but she was
pretty sure she’d kept her “someday” supply current.

Cayl twisted, his hips never losing contact with her thighs
as he reached over and yanked the drawer open. He tossed aside a few things
then seemed to find what he was looking for. He came back with the narrow strip
of three.

“You will help me.” It wasn’t a question. He handed her the
packets and stood back, hands on his hips. The hairs on the back of her neck
stood up in pure feminine rebellion but she looked at him for a heartbeat and
recognized the desperation on his face.

A smile she couldn’t quite control tugged on her lips.

She’d done this. She’d made him wild and desperate to fuck.
To fuck her.

She sat up, keeping her legs spread, and pressed her breasts
forward, putting herself on display, loving the lust in his gaze. The sparks in
his eyes turned into flashes of heat. She trailed her finger down his chest,
skipping across one flat nipple and down to the rippled abs. It took her a
moment to realize he was naked. Hard and thick and naked. She didn’t know when
he’d lost the rest of his clothes and at this point, she didn’t care. He was
there, ready to fuck her.

She finished her trip downward and curled her fingers around
his cock. Silky heat teased her palm even as tension shot through his muscles.

“Oh my.”

“May I now come inside you?” he asked, his voice gruff.

Her smile broadened. “In just a bit. Let’s get you ready.”

“I believe I am ready.” His chin lifted and the corners of
his mouth tightened down. “My shaft is hard and I am most eager to have you.
Mace tormented me in a similar fashion and I do not care for it.”

She grinned and couldn’t find any sympathy but she also knew
she couldn’t tease him any longer. She needed too much.

She snagged the strip of condoms and pulled one off.

The irritated crinkle of his mouth faded as she tore open
the packet. “You are most fascinating, Agent Denning.” He leaned over and
placed his hands on the mattress next to her shoulders. “Most compelling.” He
bent down, capturing one nipple between his lips. Wild heat zipped into her
core and made her pussy flutter. Cayl groaned as if he felt her pleasure. He
bit down, soft pressure against her nipple that sent another jolt into her
cunt.

Devin tipped her head back, pressing up, offering him more.
She squirmed, needing him to fill her.

“Agent Denning, I—”

Devin shook her head. “No.”

Cayl froze. “You do not want me to fuck you?”

“No. I do. Call me Devin.” She slid her hands across his
cheek, fingers teasing the lower curve of his lip. “I’m not Agent Denning. Not
here.”

Light flared in his eyes. “I understand. Here you are Devin.
Here, when I am about to put my cock inside you.”

Hearing the words almost sent her over the edge but she held
back. She wanted to feel him inside her, have him fuck her. He placed his hand
over her pussy, fingers teasing her opening.

“You are wet and eager. I shall fuck you now.”

Thoughts swirled in her brain, too fast, too bright for her
to capture and understand. She moved by instinct, rolling the condom on his
cock, stroking his shaft as she covered him. An invisible band surrounded her
chest as she fought to breathe. This was going to be inside her, hard inside
her. She couldn’t resist gliding her hand up the full length and back again.

“Enough.” He pulled her hand away. “You tempt me too much
and I wish to be inside you when I come.” He gripped his cock and pressed the
head to her entrance, easing forward.

Devin gasped, her gaze locked on his cock. Her brain
struggled to process it all—the sight of him entering her, the almost painful
stretch, the heat. Too much input. She collapsed back on the mattress and
closed her eyes, taking him in, his penetration slow but steady, stretching
her. His cock was wide, long but not too much. Perfect to fill her pussy.

Cayl focused his attention on Devin’s face. His body
resisted the commands of his mind, the instructions to move slowly when he
wanted to pound into her cunt. In private moments today, he’d taken time to
investigate the human reproductive acts more fully. They were much more than
just functions. They were pleasure and as Mace had said, he had to move slowly
if he wanted to be invited back.

And from the way her pussy gripped his cock, he definitely
wanted to return to this sweet passage.

Devin released a groan that Cayl couldn’t interpret. He stopped.

“Is this too much? Would you wish me to stop?” The words
came out of his mouth because it was against his basic nature to cause another
being pain but even as he asked the question his mind and body joined a concert
of silent pleading that she said “no.”

Her eyes popped open in shock. She shook her head, her hair
falling in a tempting scatter around her face. Cayl pressed forward, the sudden
urge to place his lips on hers taking control. He sank his fingers into the
sleek blond strands and covered her mouth in a kiss. He drove his tongue into
her mouth, needing to be inside her in all ways.