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"Ja
The intimate touch of Ja
Speech unraveled into a cry that was torn from deep in Ty's throat. The harsh sound made Ja
"Did I hurt you?"
"No."
"But you… cried out," she said hesitantly.
"So did you when I touched you that way."
Ja
"Don't," Ty said huskily, biting back a raw sound of need. "You'll make me lose control."
"But I'm not even touching you," she whispered.
"You are in your mind. And in mine. Satin butterfly, hot and sleek and perfect. When you took me into your body it was like being taken into a fiery paradise. You burned me to my soul. You're still burning in my soul, burning in my body, everything burning. You don't know what you do to me."
Ty saw Ja
"You burned me the same way," she said, touching him with the tip of her tongue. "I'm still burning."
Restlessly Ja
Ty watched Ja
The sight of Ja
When her mouth circled him, accepting and cherishing him with a shattering intimacy, a cry was ripped from him once again. This time she didn't stop loving his hot flesh, for she knew that he had but given voice to the savage, overwhelming pleasure that was shaking his body.
"Ja
Her answer was silent, a changing pressure of her mouth that dragged a hoarse sound of ecstasy from his throat. He tried to tell her what she was doing to him, consuming and renewing him with each clinging movement of her lips and tongue. Despite his efforts no words came, for he had none to describe the shattering beauty of being loved without inhibition, without bonds, without expectations, nothing but the sultry heat of her mouth cherishing him.
"Ja
"Am I hurting you?" Ja
Ty laughed brokenly, then made a low sound when her hands and mouth slid over him once more, caressing him, burning through his control, burning him alive.
"Love… stop. I can't take any more without losing control."
He felt the shiver that overtook Ja
Ty clenched against the pulses of ecstasy that were bursting through his body, not knowing how to give himself in that elemental way.
"Please," Ja
Watching her, Ty made an anguished sound as he fought the tide of ecstasy that was surging through him. Deep within his soul he realized that he would never forget the picture she made as she loved him with a generosity that was a kind of ecstasy in itself, a giving and a taking that became a profound sharing he had never imagined possible. She accepted and cherished him without restraint, teaching him that he had known nothing of true intimacy before he had known Ja
Ty felt his control being stripped away with each loving instant, each sweet and wild caress. Pleasure convulsed him, shaking his body and soul with each primal pulse of rapture; and the word he cried out at the shattering peak of ecstasy was Ja
When Ty could again control his own body, he caught Ja
"Ty?"
Her husky voice was like a caress on his hot skin.
"I need to be part of you," he said simply. His hand slid from Ja
The pressure of Ty's strong hand cupping her so deliberately made a shimmering tension gather in the pit of Ja
"You need me, butterfly," Ty said, flexing his hand, feeling Ja
Ja
"Do you want me?" he asked huskily while his hand flicked open buttons, pushed aside cloth, slid beneath fabric, seeking her feminine core. "Will you let me undress you, touch you, tease you until you're hot and wild and you can't breathe without calling my name?"
Ja
"Ja
"Touch me," she said raggedly.
"I'm already touching you."
She shivered and shifted her legs unconsciously, silently telling him what she wanted.