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Seeing the look of desire on her face, Casey started forward. Paige

saw him move and took a tentative step and stopped. Then he closed

the distance and she found herself pushed none too gently against the

wall with him pressed against her. Her leg lifted, wrapping her foot

around the back of his ankle, she felt him press against her heat. Their

mouths ravished the other until they were forced to pull apart to

breathe.

He didn't give her time to think. Shoving her long blonde hair

away from her neck and shoulders, his tongue danced across her

sensitive skin and found the tender spot that sent a shiver spiraling

through her body.

Her hand grasped at his hair, but it wasn't long enough for her to

hold. Her other hand roamed across the muscles that played along his

back while he moved against her. His hands were everywhere all at

once. Okay, she was now convinced that he wanted her, not Rosa. A

fleeting thought of wondering why he would want her crossed her

mind but she forced it away. She heard him say her name gruffly. He

breathed heavily against her, and then felt him nip her neck, his teeth

scraping against her sensitive skin.

It would stop now, or it would be too late. She opened her eyes as

he lifted his head to stare down into her green eyes. Her hand

dropped away and felt around in her back pocket. Flipping out the

room key and holding it up for him to see. Again, the self-doubt tried

to sneak its way back in but was lost in the mind blowing kiss he gave

her. The key slipped when he tugged on it gently, pulling it from her

hand.

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One last peak in the other couple's direction showed Tadd now had

Rosa bent over the chair she and Casey had vacated. Tadd pumped in

and out of Rosa while her hand rubbed against her clit. A satisfied

smile on her lips, with her free hand, she gave Paige a thumbs up and

another wink.

Paige shook her head and wondered if Rosa had set this up.

Stopping outside her door she turned to Casey with her eyes narrowed

suspiciously. "Did Rosa put you up to this?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he slid the key through the slot. He

pushed the door open and his lips came down on hers. Walking her

backwards into the room, his arms wrapped around her waist, his

mouth never left hers.

In the back of her mind she shouted at herself, trying to make

herself see reason. But she didn't want to. She needed this, wanted to

release the pent up frustrations, wanted to let go for once in her life.

His hand dropped to the top button of her shirt. One by one they

slipped effortlessly through the hole and the shirt glided down her

arms. His mouth followed, kissing along the top of her shoulder, his

fingers softly caressing her, barely touching her skin.

Paige closed her eyes and her mind. She didn't want to think any

more. She just wanted to feel.

And she did.

The shirt landed on the floor in a soft heap as his mouth sought and

found her erect nipple through the black lace of her bra. She threw

her head back when she felt his teeth nip at her through the thin

material. Her hands tugged at his shirt. She wanted to feel his skin.

He left her long enough to lift his t-shirt up and over his head, and

then he was right back on her breast. His hot mouth suckled her.

Her hands ran up and down his smooth heated skin. She loved the

strong shoulders and muscles of his back. Her head fell back in

pleasure. A groan escaped when he lifted the material of the bra and

she felt his tongue flick across her sensitive nipple. Then his hand

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was at her back and his fingers deftly rid her of the bra. It landed on

the floor with her shirt.

She stood in front of him, bare from the waist up.

Casey leaned back and looked at her heavy, full breasts.

She wanted to cover herself, but the growl of arousal she heard

from him made her hesitate. Leaning forward he latched on to her

hard nipple. Her knees suddenly felt weak and she had to grab his

shoulders to keep from fall over. She wasn't perky like Rosa, but that

didn't seem to bother him. His hands massaged the weight of her

breasts and his mouth lavished attention on one, then the other. By

the time he rose back up to her mouth, she knew her sex was slick

with wetness.

Her hands went to the button of his jeans.

He leaned back, giving her access. The bulge in his pants was

evidence of just how much he wanted her and that sent a thrill of

excitement coursing through her. Right there in the living room of her

temporary lodging, Paige went down on her knees. Looking up into

his eyes, she watched the eager desire cross his face, pulling the

zipper down she allowed his thick cock to spring free.

Gently wrapping her hands around the girth of him, her tongue

peaked out from between her full lips and flicked across his swollen

head. He jerked in response to her wet caress. His eyes narrowed and

he watched her moisten her lips in anticipation of having him slide

into her mouth.

Her hand stroked lightly, moving forward, her fingers touched the

tip of him, feeling the pre-cum that waited there. Flicking her tongue

once more she tasted him, running her fingers around the head, and

then her lips closed around him. Her mouth slid slowly down his

shaft and she heard the deep growl of satisfaction rumble through him.

His hand found the back of her head and guided her along his

velvet steel length. Feeling every groan, every lick and suck she made

on his cock. His balls tightened in anticipation.

Paige loved the feel of control. She could make him cum with just

a few quick moves, but she wanted to prolong his enjoyment. He was

young, compared to her anyway, and since she was this far into being

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bad, she was going to enjoy it for as long as she could. Her fingers

found his taunt sack and massaged gently. Her tongue slid along the

length of him. When he twitched in her mouth and she laughed in

pleasure.

The vibration made him groan, his hand bunched in her hair to hold

her still while he quickened the pace, pumping in and out of her

mouth. Suddenly, he pulled back, reached down and lifted her so she

was standing. He moved fast. In the next instant, he had her in his

arms, carrying her towards the bedroom.

She was no lightweight. Having children and eating on the run, she

had packed on a few more pounds than she wished she had and

wanted to tell him to put her down. But this felt nice to be held in

strong arms. He didn't appear to be struggling to carry her, so she

didn't fight it.

She wanted to giggle when his shaft poked her in the back with

each step he took.

In a few short strides Casey turned sideways and was through the

bedroom door and next to the bed. Then he released her, dumping her

on the bed and she squealed, and then laughed at the sound she had

made. She wondered briefly if the full size bed was going to be big

enough for the two of them. Scooting towards the middle, he quickly

followed her, his mouth landing on hers in a deep kiss.

The button and zipper of her jeans were already undone and he was

tugging impatiently. The humidity of the midsummer night didn't

help and she felt a little self-conscious that she was perspiring until

she realized he was too. Lifting her hips, she helped him shimmy the

jeans down her hips. Then he stopped when he got to her shoes.

Looked up at her, his eyebrow cocked, he grinned and started

unlacing the boots. "Sensible woman, I like that."

It was all he said, but that made her smile, delighted that he wasn't

disappointed because she didn't wear sexy heels like Rosa wore. The

boots were tossed to the side and he finished pulling her jeans from

her legs, those were pushed mindlessly aside. Moving to stand at the

foot of the bed, he grabbed her by the knees and he pulled her to him,

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spreading her legs apart. She tried to close her knees in self-conscious

modesty, but he wouldn't allow it and held her still.

The bedside lamp was on dim, so they both could see, but it wasn't

blaringly bright. He looked down at the pair of black panties that

matched the bra she had been wearing. His fingers traced the elastic

along the top.

Her muscles twitched when he touched her skin.

His eyes jumped to hers.

She smiled nervously. "I don't normally do this." She finally got

out in a hoarse whisper. Her husband was the only man she had been

with in twenty years.

"You're beautiful, Paige." His voice was soft, a smile curved his

lips and the dimples that she had first noticed about him showed in his

cheeks.

Paige smiled in return and relaxed slightly. His fingers continued

running along the material, slowly inching its way to the heat between

her legs. When the tip of his finger touched the wetness that had

soaked through her panties, he smiled in satisfaction and brought his

fingers to his lips, tasting her.

Paige couldn't say anything. She sucked in her breath, waiting for

what he was going to do next. She watched him look at her, his eyes

following the path his fingers had taken.

His hand gently pressed her legs a little further apart. The fan in

the window blew hot air into the room, but it felt cool against her

heated skin.

He leaned down and his lips touched the inside of her knee,

nibbling at her tender skin. He kissed his way to where her legs met

at the juncture of her sex. His tongue darted out and drew a wet path

along the inside of her thigh.

She heard him inhale deeply and she tensed. Then his mouth was

on the material of her panties, caressing her, pushing on her fleshy

lips. She groaned at the long awaited touch.

He moved up onto the bed. His skin glistened in the low light.

Mouth descending on hers, he pressed his hips against her wetness

and she tasted her musky wetness while her hands pulled at his

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shoulders. She wanted him inside of her right then! She didn't want

to wait. It had been way too long. But he had other ideas.

Pulling away from her, he moved back down between her thighs.

His hand reached for her hips and pulled the panties down, slowly

revealing her dark patch of hair. She was glad she had shaved and

trimmed before going out. His fingers traced her ringlets lightly while

he watched her face. Paige was not used to being stared at like this,

she covered her face.

"Don't." He ordered. "I want to see that I am pleasing you."

She dropped her hands and looked at him. Being married for nearly

twenty years to the same man, she had grown accustom to him turning

over in the middle of the night, pressing up against her, then

demanding entrance. No real foreplay involved. After that many

years a person learns what the other person needs and it was easy to

satisfy that need quickly, turn over and go back to sleep. So this was

totally new for her... She was tantalized to find a man who actually

wanted to please her.

Casey's hand caressed her gently, massaging the inside of her thigh,

while his other finger ran along the slit of her lips, but he didn't move

to delve in.

She groaned in anticipation.

He smiled. Reaching above her head, he watched her pull one of

the pillows down and to support her head. She saw the pleased look

on his face when she watched what he did to her.

The look of desire in his eyes set her body on fire. He was rock

hard and stood at full attention. She wanted to reach out and pull him

to her, to guide his cock and slide along the length of him, to feel him

inside of her.

Just then his finger slipped through her wet lips. He closed his eyes

briefly and when he opened them, she saw red hot desire burning

there. His finger slid through her juices and found her clitoris. When

he flicked the hard little nub her body jerked and the corner of his

mouth lifted in that sexy little way he had of smiling. While his finger

slid back and forth across her, his other hand spread her lips apart so

he could see her glistening pussy.

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Bending down, his tongue replaced his finger on her clit.

She clamped her thighs against the sides of his head. Realizing she

was squeezing, she release just as quickly, his tongue never stopped