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His hands brush over her shoulders and he kisses her again. He caresses and pets her, his thumb working over her sweet spot as his pointer and middle fingers curl and coax within her. She’s far too eager to get back to the heat of Sam’s mouth. “Bela…” Sitting up, he lowers the other strap from her shoulder. “Take me.”
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    “Crystal.”
He aligns their bodies, entering her slowly. “Sam,” she pants. “Crystal.”
He aligns their bodies, entering her slowly. “Take me.”
He can’t help but chuckle. She melts into the mattress, her lips sucking and tugging at his as she struggles to rid him of the flannel and cotton that separate them. She pushes herself back into him, feeling her toes curl as her hair tumbles over her shoulder in a silky curtain. She moans when his mouth collides with her neck. Her eyes fall closed as he tests her with long, thick fingers. But it didn’t feel like a dream.