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How long they stood staring into each other's eyes he wasn't sure. The room was so quiet you could hear a mouse scrabbling across the floor. Finally, a mischievous grin lit Keely's face, warning him she planned to say something outrageous. Before he could move to silence her, she said in a clear, carrying tone, "Scotty? I'm sorry to say that none of your vegetables measured up. I guess I'll have to settle for the real deal."

The room erupted with the sound of laughter.

Ren felt only relief and a resurgence of desire. The "real deal" stood at strict and stiff attention. Keely's heated gaze zeroed in on his cock's renewed interest, patently obvious in the sweat pants he'd hurriedly pulled on over his bare ass to chase after her.

She put her arms around his neck and jumped up and locked her legs around his waist. The motion rubbed her cleft against his hard-on. He almost groaned at the intense feeling.

Holding on with legs and one arm, she stroked a hand through the wet hair at the base of his neck. "You idiot. You left your house without a coat—and are still damp." In a lower voice only he could hear, "And no underwear either."

"Guess you'll have to warm me up—once we get back to our bedroom," he muttered against her ear. He kissed her temple. He secured her more firmly against him, holding her securely by the globes of her so-fine ass, and turned to head out of the Lodge.

"Scotty," Keely called out as they left the building.

"Yes, princess?" the old cook shouted back.

"Save me some frick-fracking pot roast!" she shouted as Ren trudged out the door and onto the porch.

He laughed. "Hungry, sweetheart?"

She caressed the nape of his neck. "Oh, yeah, but more for your meat than the beef kind."

"Me first, baby. I want to eat you up. I've had dreams about licking your pussy cream."

Her response was a low, breathy moan and a full-body shiver. Her legs tightened around his waist as she rubbed her sex against him. "I ache, Ren."

"God, baby, so do I." He reached his door, half-open from his hasty departure. He kicked it further open; he wasn't letting Keely out of his arms. No telling what she'd take it in her fool head to do. He snorted back a laugh. He still couldn't believe the little minx had intended to use a vegetable to stretch her vagina for him. "What kind of vegetable were you looking for?" He kicked the door shut and entered the alarm code one-handed as his other arm supported her total body weight.

"A cucumber was my top choice. But they're out of season." He choked back a laugh at the obvious disappointment in her voice. "So a zucchini squash was next on my list.

But all of Scotty's zucchinis were too skinny." She leaned back and shot him a sexy smile. "Your penis is very, very thick. I can barely get my hand around it. I wanted the veggie to be as close to the real deal as possible. If I'd had my old vibrator I would have used it, but obviously Dad and the boys didn't pack it."

"You've used a vibrator?" He placed her on the bed and began to strip off his clothes.

"No wonder your hymen was just a remnant. What was your vibrator like? Big? Skinny?

Black? Soft? Hard?" He got hornier as his mind created images of Keely using a vibe.

"Well, um," she trailed off, blushing bright red. She was embarrassed now? After that little show in the Lodge? He choked back a laugh and lifted an eyebrow. She looked away and finally answered, "Um, my vibe was a six-inch, sort of skinny, purple glow-in-the-dark vibrator I named Vin."

He stopped stripping. He couldn't help it, he laughed. The image was just too funny.

She frowned. "Hey, don't laugh at old Vin. I had sexual urges just as any hormonal woman would. I was saving intercourse—for you, it seems—but there was no reason I couldn't get off, was there?"

"No, baby, you had every right to get off. God, if I'd known you'd already put Vin in your pussy, I might not have freaked so much over the thought of putting my nasty old cock in you." Still, he was bigger than the mechanical Vin, so some judicious stretching of her opening would be needed. A skinny glow-in-the-dark vibrator was a long way from his cock in full state of arousal. He climbed on the bed and lay on his side next to her, his hands going to the buttons on her flannel shirt. "You have way too many clothes on." He hadn't seen her fully naked since South America and he wanted to … very much.

Her gaze traveled down his nudity. Her eyes almost glowed. "God, you are so cut."

She stroked a hand over the line of his hip, then traced his abs. His muscles clenched at her light touch. If possible, his cock hardened even more. "No fat—at all." She shrugged her flannel shirt off and then wiggled out of her jeans and long underwear with his help.

"You aren't going to freak on me again, are you?"

"No. We're doing this." His way. Slow and steady. "My heart couldn't take another scare like I had when I found you'd gone." He kissed her shoulder then licked a path to her ear. "But if it hurts, I want you to let me know. We'll slow down … or something."

He'd stop completely if she asked. It would kill him, but he'd do whatever she needed when she needed it.

"You won't hurt me. Plus it's like an injection, the quicker you stick it into the skin or vein, the better. So, when it's time to come into me, just do it. I'm betting I'll want you so much by then, I won't even notice any pain."

God, the little innocent was trying to reassure him when he was the one with all the experience. He shook his head, laughing silently at his stupid fears. Looking down to help her off with her undershirt, his gaze was captured by something extra on her perked nipples, showing clearly through the skintight white fabric.

"What are these?" He flicked a finger against one furled bud. "Nipple rings?" He whispered the words before he sucked the nipple through the shirt, teething the little ring.

"When did you get them? You didn't have them in Argentina."

Before she could answer, he stripped her shirt over her head. He had to see the rings in her sexy little nips. His woman was full of surprises. "Fucking hot—gorgeous." He leaned over and took one little gold ring adorned with a green stone that matched her eyes between his teeth and tugged it gently. "Does that hurt?"

"No." She let out a sighing breath. "Feels good."

"When did you get these? On the way back from South America?"

He took the entire nipple in his mouth and tongued the little ring. Her hips moved in time with his tongue motion. He moved a hand to her golden-red, curl-covered mound and tested her wetness. She was soaked. As he played with her piercing, her pussy pulsed around his finger. He added a second finger and found she handled it easily. Old Vin must have done its job—she relaxed and accommodated insertion easily.

"Shit, baby, you are so fucking wet." She moaned as he added a third finger. Much tighter fit now. He expanded his fingers, stretching her slowly, letting her body adjust to the invasion. Her eyes, her body showed no signs of pain or discomfort. Good. He placed his thumb on her clit and firmly rubbed the tight little bundle of nerves while gently thrusting his fingers in and out of her opening, preparing her for his cock.

"Ren? Jesus, Ren, that is so-o-o good."

"Better than Vin the Vibrator?" He teased. He tugged her nipple ring with his teeth.

Her eyes closed and she moaned. "Vin or me, baby?"

"Oh no comparison—you … Ren, if you keep doing that, I'll come." She blushed.

"That's the plan, sweetheart. To make you come and get you so hot that my cock will just slide right on in and find its new home." He trailed kisses up to her chin then sought her mouth, taking it with a tongue-tangling kiss.

Keely arched her back, shoving his fingers further up her tight channel. "God, Ren, I'm coming." She grasped his head and screamed her pleasure into his mouth. To heighten and prolong her orgasm, he slid a fourth finger into her and pressed tightly on her clit, giving her the pressure she needed to ride her climax to the end.

After a minute or so of writhing, moaning and grinding against his hand, she relaxed into his body. Her vaginal walls continued to pulse around his fingers. He lightly stroked around her clit. She shuddered through a small after-climax, then released her grip on his head. She whispered against his lips, "God, that was … good … so good." She stroked his jaw with a limp hand.

He chuckled and peppered her face with tiny nibbling kisses. "That's just a taste, baby. Now, tell me about the nipple rings. How hard can I tug on them?"

Keely took another couple of deep breaths. Her eyes glowed with post-orgasmic satiation. "I've had them for about two years." She looked down at his tanned finger as he played with one ring. Her rosy bud tightened with each flick of his finger. "I took out the rings after … uh, Boston. They used them to … hurt me."

He cursed and started to pull his finger away. She covered his hand, pressing his finger on the ring. "It's fine now. You aren't hurting me. You never would." She turned her head, but not before he recognized remembered pain and fear in her eyes. He could kick his own ass for bringing up a bad memory.

"Fucking bastards," he muttered. He gently tongued the embellished ring. "Keely—

may I … make new memories … to replace the bad ones?" He kissed and nuzzled her breast, inhaling her sweet, musky scent.

Her hand stroked his face, then tipped it up, away from his worship at her breast. She smiled. It was as if the sun had come out from behind a cloud. "You already did, big guy.

But I wouldn't mind if you wanted to make some more."

"It's my turn, I think." Keely placed a hand on his tanned chest and shoved him onto his back. Her goal was his penis, a work of art—thick, heavily veined, and pulsing with life. Her mouth watered. Before he could protest, her hand circled his shaft, holding it still for her tongue. She bathed his rigid length and purpled head with eager licks. She figured if she wasn't doing it right, he'd let her know.

"Keely … baby … ahh, fuck!" He threw his head back against the pillows and groaned. When she delicately cleaned off the pre-cum pooling on his glans, his head shot off the pillow, a heated look fixed on her. "Stop, sweetheart. You really don't under…"

"I don't understand what? Am I doing it wrong? Don't you like it?" She leaned forward and took one long, very slow, very wet lick from the base of his penis to the tip.

"I like this—a lot. Don't you?"

"I love it … but tonight was to be all about you."

"Then this is what
I
want to do. It makes me hot. I feel sexy … and like I am participant and not just an object." She sent him a look from between her lashes. Okay, so she played him with the "object" comment. She liked him being in control, for the most part, but if she let him take the lead now, she'd never get to try out all the things she'd fantasized about because he'd jerk back on the reins, citing her inexperience. "You want me to be happy, right?"

"Uh, yeah."

He didn't look sure. She smiled. Poor baby, he expected a shy virgin and instead got her, a hungry one. "Then we're in agreement. Now lie back. Do you need another pillow?

'Cause I might be awhile here. There is so much to take in."

She firmed her grip on his shaft and cuddled his balls in her other hand. He couldn't go anywhere. She held him captive. Amazingly enough, it had been one of her brothers who'd told her, "Sis, if you control the balls, you control the man." Of course that had been in a demonstration of dirty street fighting techniques, but she figured the same general principle would apply here, except this time for pleasure and not defeat. Leaning over, she swirled her tongue over the head of Ren's cock. Once … twice … three times before she took him more fully into her mouth. His eyes closed and low shuddering groans shook his body as she sucked him in and out of her mouth using only the muscles of her cheeks and lips. Pausing, she held him in her mouth and hummed low in the back of her throat. The vibrations caused him to thrust his hips. His balls tightened in her other hand, readying to deliver semen to his shaft.

He grasped her head, trying to move her away. "Baby, you might want to let go. I'm gonna cum."

Well, that was the point. She couldn't allow him to dictate where he'd come and when. This was her time to please him—and dammit, he needed to let her. She firmly gripped the base of his cock, pulling upward and away from his balls which she held gently but securely in her other hand, stifling his need to come. He cursed, his fingers gripping her head tightly in reflex. She let his penis slide out of her mouth. "Move your hands."

"Jesus-fucking-Christ, Keely—where did you learn that trick?"

"HBO Late Night. Some interesting shows on late at night." She breathed across the purpled head. "I'm not sucking this anymore until you move your hands. You can take control another time. I'm in charge this time." She slid her hand up and down his throbbing shaft.

He swore under his breath. She laughed silently at his dire promises of payback. She looked forward to it. "What did you say? I didn't quite catch it." She licked his glans once. His body shuddered and his penis jerked in her hand.

"Nothing."

"Good. Now drop them."

He pulled his hands away slowly, his fingers combing through her curls. She shivered at the gentle caress. He was hotter than hell and needed to come, but he still was gentle with her.

"Thank you." She kissed his lower abs just above his groin where the muscles quivered from the tension in his body. She placed a nibble-kiss to the top of his penis, then took him back into her mouth. His finger stroked her cheek as she suckled him. Silly man, he thought he could sneak his hand back in to take control. Stroking her face was allowed, for now. Tickling his shaft with her tongue as she moved up and down on his penis, she hummed once more. As she hummed louder, his hips arched to meet her mouth.

"Keely—you're heading into dangerous territory here." He grunted out the words, breathing heavily as if he'd just run a marathon.

Oh, yeah, she was—he just didn't know exactly what territory she sought.

She stopped her head motion with as much of his cock in her mouth as she could hold, then she suckled him using just her facial and mouth muscles, placing occasional licks under his cock head with her tongue. Again she sensed his impending climax in the tightening of his balls.