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Carter

I

stroke her as she comes down from her orgasm, still kneeling before her, still worshipping her body. I graze the underside of her breasts and her taut nipples, run my fingertips over her stomach, then flatten my palms down her sides and her hips. On the insides of her thighs, I press gentle kisses until her breathing steadies.

Those hands in my hair . . . Christ