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Her orgasm swelled for a dozen heartbeats before it finally released her. She went limp and panted from the force of it.

I gave the hood of her clit an experimental kiss. Her thighs clamped my head and her hips jerked away, so I carefully avoided the sensitive little bundle of nerves as I planted kisses on the smooth skin around it.

After a moment I rose to my hands and knees and kissed my way up her body till I reached her bra. It closed in the back, so I licked and sucked her nipples through the peekaboo openings instead.

Unfortunately, the little bows

at the top tickled my nose.

I moved to her lips, and she wrapped her arms around my neck and drew me down. My hard-on bumped her pussy when I moved closer. She didn’t try to pull away, and I had to fight the urge to slide into her.

“Mmm, that was nice,” she said at last.

“The kiss?” I said whimsically. “The orgasm? The one before it?”

“but you have to let a girl recover before you do that to her twice in a row.”

“I’ll try to remember that.

No promises, though. Besides, I wanted to spend some quality time with your pussy. I love it shaved. It’s beautiful.”

“Thank you. I like it too.” She kissed me again and sighed. “Mmm, you taste like me.”

“I wouldn’t go that far!” She laughed. “It’s a different kind of dessert.”

“It is,” I agreed. “So, what’s this third surprise? Do I need to unwrap it?”

She grinned and shook her head. “It’s a word.”

“All right, what is it?”

“Not yet. Let me up. I need to be sitting when I tell you.

” She laughed when I practically leapt from between her legs. She closed them and rolled to her knees. Then she tucked her feet under her and sat back, Japanese-style.

“Let me take this off first.” She reached behind herself and unfastened her bra.

“Sorry about the bows.” She tossed the flimsy garment to the floor. Then she followed my glance and rolled her eyes. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, sorry. I’m a neat freak.”

“Well, get over it.”

“And lie down. I need you here.” She patted the bed beside her.

“On your back.”

I did as requested, and she immediately reached for my erection. She stroked it gently and moistened her lips. I watched her in silence and then

rubbed her stocking-clad thigh in encouragement. The touch seemed to snap her out of her trance.

“You have a beautiful penis,” she said.

“Thanks. He likes you too.”

“Is that the third surprise?”

“Sort of,” she said distractedly.

“Is the word ‘handjob’?”

She rolled her eyes. “No.