She tugged his shirt from his pants. She unbuttoned it while he lowered the straps of her dress and filled his palms with her breasts. They were tan, with no white lines from a swimsuit top.

"Do you sunbathe nude?"

"Sometimes." The last button of his shirt came loose and she parted the fabric. Rand swallowed hard when she ran her fingernails from his collarbone to his belt. The light scratch of her nails sent a shiver up his spine and made his balls tighten. "I like the feel of the sun on my skin."

"I like the feel of your hands on my skin."

"It is nice, isn't it?" She kissed the middle of his chest while pushing his shirt off his shoulders. "I want to touch you everywhere."

That sounded perfect to Rand, as long as he could touch her also. Reaching behind her, he slowly lowered her zipper and slipped the shoulder straps off her arms. Her dress fell to a pool around her feet. Celina stood before him wearing a pair of tiny white panties, white sandals, and a vixen's smile.

He wanted to lick every inch of her.

Rand dropped to his knees. He lifted her left foot and slid off her shoe, then repeated the action with her right foot. Grasping the waistband of her panties, he tugged them past her hips. Blonde hair covered her mound.

"Nice." He kissed each hipbone. The tip of his tongue darted into her navel as he ruffled the hair with his fingertips. "Very nice."

She arched her hips, pushing her mound closer to his mouth. "Touch me."

He nipped the curve of her belly. It quivered, earning her another nip. "Do you want my fingers or my tongue?"

"Your tongue."

He liked that she didn't hesitate with her answer. Rand had been with women who wouldn't talk to him, as if he were a mind reader and knew instinctively what they wanted sexually. Celina was different. She knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to tell him.

He pulled off her panties and let them fall on top of her dress. Placing his hands between her thighs, he pushed outward. She spread her legs at his silent request. The scent of her musk drifted to his nose.

"Wider."

She obeyed him, spreading her legs another few inches. Rand slid his thumbs over her labia. She was so wet, her juices quickly coated his thumbs.

He looked into her eyes while he raised one digit to his mouth and sucked off her cream.

Celina tunneled her fingers into his hair and drew him back to her pussy. "Lick me."

Clutching her buttocks, Rand dipped his tongue between her thighs. He circled her clit, then darted inside her channel. He repeated the process over and over, lapping at her cream as quickly as it formed.

She tasted hot and salty-sweet. Delicious.

Celina's breathing became heavier, more labored. Rand clasped her waist and guided her to sit on the bed. As soon as she was seated, he hooked his arms beneath her knees and tugged her buttocks to the edge. Celina fell back on the bed, her arms at her sides, her eyes closed.

Rand pulled her legs apart and stared at her pussy. Wet, swollen, dark pink, her curls glistening with her juices. He licked her from anus to clit and back, moving his tongue over her slowly, gently...savoring her flavor. When she arched her back and dug her fingers into the bedspread, he knew she needed more than slow and gentle. He increased his movement, stroking over the feminine folds with the flat of his tongue. He wiggled the tip over her clit.

"There. Oh, Rand, there please."

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