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  When he took the glass from her and their fingers touched, Callie thought she actually saw sparks shoot into the air. She took a quick swallow from her glass and tried to keep her hands from shaking.

  “Callie?”

  “Yes?” She looked up at him, the grin on his face making butterflies flutter in her stomach.

  He took her glass and set both of them on the counter. “I don’t think I can wait another minute to kiss you. Come here.”

  He pulled her into his arms, and then his lips were on hers, rubbing against them in a soft rhythm, teasing them. She’d expected hard and forceful, but this...this was like a feather brushing across her skin, and it made her knees weak. Then he sucked her lower lip into his mouth, his tongue gliding in, and a sword of fire flicked at every corner inside her mouth.

  He pulled on her tongue, sucking it into his own heat, nipping at the tip of it, twisting his tongue around it. And as his grip on her tightened, he took full possession of her mouth. She felt as if he were fucking her mouth with his tongue. Breathing became impossible, but she didn’t want him to stop. The thickness of his cock through the soft denim of his jeans pressed against her belly.

  Give it to me, she wanted to shout. Right now.

  When he lifted his head, his breathing was as unsteady as hers. “You pack quite a wallop, lady.”

  “So do you,” she breathed.

  His hands slid to her shoulders, down her arms and to the lapels of her insubstantial robe, drawing them apart. Bending his head, he licked his tongue across the tops of her breasts, feathering them, until she thought she’d die from needing more. When he looked up again, he had that warm grin on his face.

  “Who would ever have believed that Carolina Michaels would be such a hot, tempting little package?”

  Tempting? Her? She was used to men criticizing the size of her breasts and the shape of her ass.

  “Th-thank you.”

  He slid his hands around to the front where he could grasp her nipples between thumb and forefinger and rub them in a lazy motion, pulling gently on them.

  “So tell me, Carolina, why did you choose to spend your birthday with me and exactly what do you have in mind?”

  God, this was going to be so embarrassing. Should she just blurt it out? Work into it? Be coy? Bold? She bit her lower lip and reached for her wine, swallowing half the glass.

  “Hey, Callie.” Sam took the glass from her hand. “Don’t get drunk after I just got here,” he teased. “Or at least not until I get the answer to my question.”

  “Sam, do you find me sexually attractive?” Oh, God, had she really said that?

  Sam stared at her, frozen, no sound coming from his mouth.

  She pushed away from him. “Never mind. It’s all right. Maybe this was just a big mistake.” She tried to brush past him into the living room, but he was right behind her, grabbing her arm.

  “A mistake? I don’t think so. I was just so startled that you asked me.” He turned her around to face him, and she could see lust glittering in his silver eyes. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first day I laid eyes on you. I’ve had more wet dreams in the past six months than I did when I was in high school. All I have to do is look at you and my cock gets hard.”

  “But you never...”

  “You never seemed to lack for male companionship. I figured if you were interested at all you’d at least give me a flip of an eyebrow or a swish of that cute little butt.”

  His hands were holding her arms, his silver eyes probing hers, his delicious mouth hovering just inches away. Then he glanced over her shoulder and froze.

  “W-What is it? What’s the matter?”

  She turned her head and saw him eyeing the Diana’s Delights bag.

  A slow smile spread over his face. “Well, well, well. What have we here?” In two strides he was at the bag and opening it, spreading its contents on the table. “Callie, I didn’t think you could possibly surprise me any more, but I have to say, I’m stunned.”

  She tried to grab things away from him. “Listen, I...”

  He held the bag just out of her reach, his eyes full of mischief. “All right, gorgeous. Why don’t you tell me what’s really going on here? And no waffling, okay?”

  Callie dropped onto the couch and stared down at her hands in her lap. She could feel heat flushing her face. “I bought those to celebrate my birthday. I’ve been trying to find the right man to do...things...with for months. To help me live out my fantasies. I’m tired of guys thinking of me as Miss Goody Two Shoes.”

  The couch dipped as Sam sat next to her. “So let me get this straight. You really want to do all this. Use all these things. I’m assuming the butt plugs are to help you because you want to get fucked in the ass.”

  Callie nodded, unable to look at him. Was he thinking she was some kind of weirdo?

  “And how did you happen to choose me? Because I live next door?”

  She bit her lip. Might as well get it all out in the open. Then he could go home and have a good laugh and she could hide under the covers. “B-Because I’ve been dreaming about you for months. And-and about doing these things with you. And my friend, Diana, said I should just go and ask you.”

  “Remind me to send Diana a huge thank you present,” he said softly. He picked her up and shifted her to his lap, resting her head on his shoulder as he untied the sash on her robe. “Callie, you have no idea how much I want to do this with you. I just never thought you’d be, that is...”

  “Into this kind of stuff?”

  “Well, yeah. If I’d known that, I’d have been breaking your door down to get to you.” He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her nose, finally brushing briefly across her lips. “So what do you say we get started on your birthday celebration?”

  Before she could voice any more misgivings, he captured her mouth again, sweeping his tongue inside and licking every bit of the soft skin. She felt him nudge her thighs apart, sliding his hand up and down the soft skin of her inner thighs before touching her wet slit.

  “Oh, honey.” He broke the kiss, breathing heavily. “A naked little pussy. My God, it feels just like silk. Callie, you are a walking wet dream.” As he talked, he stroked a finger up and down her labia along the slit, pushing slightly between the folds, seeking the tip of her clitoris. “Do you know what I’m going to do to this very tempting cunt?”

  She shook her head.

  “Look at me,” he ordered, though still in a soft voice.

  She raised her eyes to meet his.

  “First, I’m going to spread you out on the bed with your legs as wide apart as I can get them. Then I’m going to open these soft little lips and look my fill of every inch of those nice, slick, wet lips, all the way into your vagina. I’m going to coax your little clit out of its hiding place so I can tickle it with the tip of my tongue. I’m going to fuck you with my fingers, then with my mouth, then with those fancy vibrators you bought. And before I finally stick my cock in it, I’m going to watch you make yourself come for me in any number of ways. And you’re going to do everything I tell you to, right?”

  She nodded.

  “Tell me. Let me hear you say it.” He slid two fingers into her slit, seeking the wet hole waiting for him. “Say the words, and I’ll fuck you so many ways you won’t know which one you like better.”

  She had to swallow twice before she could speak. All she could feel was his fingers running in and out of her vagina, rubbing the tender flesh, flexing against the vaginal walls. “Yes. Everything. Whatever you tell me to do.”

  “Good girl. That’s what I wanted to hear. I promise you’ll love every minute of it.” He put his mouth close to her ear and licked the shell with the tip of his tongue, sending shivers through her. “And then do you know what I’m going to do?”

  “No.” Dark heat washed through her, and she gushed over his fingers. “What?”

  “I’m going to cuff you to the bed, prop that cute little ass in the air, and fuck it until you come, screamin
g my name.”

  At that she clenched around his fingers and flooded them with more cream.

  “Jesus, Callie, you are the hottest little thing I’ve ever touched.” He removed his hand from her cunt, slick with her juices and painted her nipples with the liquid. Then he licked them until he had sucked off every bit.

  Every single nerve in her body vibrated, and her throbbing center was so hot she thought she’d burn up from the inside out.

  Sam pulled the robe off the rest of the way, set her on her feet and turned her around.

  “Bend over, sugar. I want to look at it all. I want to see every bit of you.”

  Do what I tell you, he’d said. And wasn’t this what she wanted?

  Slowly, she bent way over, touching her hands to the floor, widening her thighs to give him full access to her. With a gentle touch, his thumbs separated her labia, and cool air wafted into her open vagina. She heard Sam suck in a breath.

  “Gorgeous. Just gorgeous. My God.”

  He slid one finger into her, just briefly, then she felt his hands separating the cheeks of her ass. He pressed the pad of his thumb against the tight ring of her anus. She shivered with a sudden wave of lust.

  “You like that, sugar? You’re going to like it a lot more before we’re through. Now, stay just like that for a minute. I saw something in that bag I want to get.”

  Callie closed her eyes, waiting, wondering what he was looking for.

  Then Sam was back behind her. “Did Diana recommend these little balls? I’ve heard about them and never had a chance to use them. Something else I’ll have to thank her for.”

  “Yes.” Callie was breathless with anticipation.

  “Good, because I understand they’ll really heat up that little cunt.”

  She felt two fingers spreading her wide open again, and one at a time, Sam slid the balls into her vagina, pushing them in as far as he could.

  “Okay, sugar. Stand up and walk around the room for me.”

  Callie stood back up and started to move. At once sensations of heat shot through her, and before she’d taken more than half a dozen steps, she was on the ragged edge of need. My God, Diana hadn’t given her nearly enough warning about them. The stimulation was beyond anything she’d ever felt.

  “That’s it, sugar. Tell me how it feels.” His voice was low and thick with desire.

  “It makes me hot,” she whispered.

  “Where? Tell me where, and I’ll make you feel really good.” He came up behind her and slid his hands under her breasts, rubbing the nipples as he had before, pinching them slightly.

  “All the way inside me. Oh, God, Sam, it makes me feel hot inside and out.”

  He leaned his mouth down to her ear. “Does your sweet pussy feel like it wants to be fucked?”

  “Yes. Yes. It wants to be fucked.”

  “And it will, sugar. Long and hard. But we’re going to do a lot of other things first, all those things you’ve been wondering about.” He turned her around and kissed her, hard and deep. “Happy birthday, Carolina Michaels. I’m sure gonna enjoy celebrating it with you.”

  ****

  Callie couldn’t believe she was doing this. Still weak-kneed from the powerful kiss, here she was, standing totally naked in front of gorgeous, sexy Sam Winthrop, wearing those ridiculously high apricot mules, with two little balls rolling around in her vagina and sending incredible sparks of heat through her every time she took a step. And Sam’s eyes were devouring every inch of her body.

  “Um, how about a little more wine?” God, she needed something if she was going to move around with those balls inside her. She could already feel more juices trickling out of her cunt and wetting her thighs.

  Sam picked up the little pink bag from Diana’s Delights, then nibbled lightly at each of Callie’s nipples. “How about we move this to your bedroom where we’ll both be more comfortable, and we can have the wine in there?”

  “O-okay.”

  His silver eyes focused on hers. “Having second thoughts, Callie? Because once we hit the bedroom, the train takes off. If you’ve changed your mind I’ll understand, but this is the time to tell me.”

  Callie took a deep breath and let it out. “No. I’m not changing my mind at all. The bedroom’s this way.”

  She walked down the short hallway, and knowing Sam’s eyes were pinned to her ass, deliberately swayed her hips. Which was more difficult than she’d thought, because those magic balls were rolling around in her cunt, and her poor tormented sheath was already screaming fuck me, fuck me.

  In her bedroom, she forced a calm she didn’t feel and lit the candles she’d placed around the room. The scents of jasmine and mimosa filled the air. The CD player stood ready with her selections on her nightstand, and she pressed the button to switch it on. She was turning to locate Sam when she felt his body press against hers from behind and his hands come around to cup her breasts.

  “You have the most incredible tits, Callie,” he murmured. “So pert and perfect. And your nipples...I could play with them all night.” As if to emphasize what he said, he took her nipples between thumb and forefinger and began the rolling and pulling that had turned her on so much just moments ago. “I’m going to take them in my mouth and suck them until you can’t stand it any more. And every time I pinch them like this...” he squeezed, “you’ll feel it straight in the heart of your naked little pussy. Feel this?”

  “Oh, yes.” She leaned back against him, lightning racing through her body, and felt his cock press against her through the denim of his jeans. The male scent of him filled her nostrils, and his crisp chest hairs rubbed against her back. “Take off your clothes. I want to look at you, too.”

  “In a minute,” he murmured.

  He placed a soft bite on the sensitive skin where her shoulder met her neck, and her womb clenched. When she shifted slightly, the balls moved, and streaks of fire shot through her again.

  “Getting hotter, Callie?” He slid one hand down to her slick labia, parted the lips with one finger and eased it down her slit. “Oh, yes. Hot doesn’t begin to describe it, does it, sugar? You are wetter than a rainstorm. That’s good, Callie. I like a woman who can flood my hand and my mouth. And my cock.” He ran his juice-slicked finger along the crack of her ass, sliding it up and down. “Do you like this?”

  “Yes.” The answer came out breathlessly. “Oh, yes.” She shifted so her ass was pushed back against his intrusion. Then, because she realized he liked her to tell him in more than one word, she added, “I love the feel of your finger in my ass.”

  “Well, it’s not really in it right now, sugar, but we’re going to take care of that right now.” He nipped at the spot on her shoulder again. “If I were to guess, I’d say you’ve never been fucked in the ass before, so if we’re gonna do that tonight, we have to make sure you’re ready.”

  Holding her with one arm around her waist, he pulled one of her pillows to the edge of the bed. Then he bent her over it, using one foot to spread her legs wide. The balls inside her rolled against each other, and Callie felt her juices seeping from her vagina again, trickling down the inside of her thigh. Sam rubbed his fingers against her pussy lips, gathering the moisture.

  “Callie?”

  “Mmm?” Why did he keep wanting to have a conversation?

  “I want you to grab the cheeks of your ass and pull them apart for me. I need both hands, sugar, and I want to take good care of this sweet virgin ass.”

  Oh, lordy. Well, you wanted this, girl. And Sam sure appreciates what you’re offering.

  Callie took a deep breath, placed her hands on the cheeks of her ass and pulled them as wide apart as she could get them. Her vaginal muscles tightened at the hiss of Sam’s indrawn breath.

  “Gorgeous. Unbelievably gorgeous.”

  His fingers were there, spreading the moisture he’d gathered from her weeping center, painting it all around the tight ring of her anus. At his first touch a pulsing wave of dark lust shot through her.

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sp; I’m finally going to do it. I’m finally going to get fucked in the ass. And by a man I could stay in bed with for the rest of my life.

  His nail scraped lightly against the opening, then his hand dropped to the side.

  “Don’t stop.” She wiggled her ass at him and tried to open herself further. Was he planning to torture her, too?

  Sam laughed, a deep, husky sound. “I’m just getting some of this nice cool lube out of your goody bag. Your asshole is very tight, Callie. I don’t want to hurt you.” Then he leaned over her and put his mouth close to her ear. “I need to start getting you ready for my cock, sugar. The last thing I want is to hurt you. I’m going to pleasure your ass so you’ll be begging for more.”

  Callie shivered as a dark thrill raced up her spine.

  “So I’m going to open up that virgin ass with my fingers first,” Sam went on. “Make sure it’s nice and relaxed. Then we’ll work up from the smallest to the largest of those cute little butt plugs you bought. Okay?”

  She nodded her head. “Just stop talking and do something.”

  Sam laughed again, a warm sound. “You’ll love it, Callie. I promise you.”

  Something cool nudged against her anus, and Sam’s finger slid carefully inside her dark channel, spreading the lube around. The stroke of his finger in and out spiked a need inside her.

  “Two fingers now, Callie. God, I wish I could get my whole hand in. You’re so fucking tight. I can’t wait to get my cock in here.”

  He slipped two fingers inside her, then pulled them back, and suddenly she felt stretched to the limit, the skin burning.

  “Sam?”

  “Three fingers, sugar. Just relax. Breathe through your mouth. I don’t want that butt plug to hurt going in.” He fucked her asshole with his fingers, scissoring them and moving them to stretch her muscles and loosen them. “Here’s another little treat for you, sugar.”

  He withdrew his hand and in the next second a sharp slap stung her ass. Spanking! She’d read all about how it stimulates the nerves, but she wasn’t prepared for the flood of heat that spread down into her molten core and her clitoris.

  She waited for the next one, and when it didn’t come, she turned her head, trying to see him. “More,” she begged. “Please.”