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stability before they got out on the street and waived in a taxi. Waiting together, his thumb rubbed her hand over and over in anticipation of what to come.
                  The yellow city cab finally arrived and stood parked along the curb for a few short seconds while Andy opened the door to the back seat and ushered her inside before sliding himself in on the seat next to her. When the taxi driver watched them in the rear view mirror and asked about an address, she was astonished Andy already knew her street and number by head.
                  “Don't worry, I'm not a stalker.” He tried to assure her. “I just wanted to know it in case I was picking you up for a date. Really.”
                  She smiled slightly and moved closer to him over the leather seat in the back of the car. She tangled her fingers with his and just stared happily into his face for the fifteen minutes it took the cab to drive them to her place just outside of downtown. It felt like the longest fifteen minutes on earth.
                  Andy had the cash ready even before the cab even came to a complete stop outside her condo. He told the driver to keep the change, took Danielle's hand, and led her out of the car.
                  She couldn't wipe that smile off of her face. His eagerness to get inside her apartment was so amusing and sweet, that in her heart, she knew she would probably do anything this man wanted tonight. Never had she felt this desired in her life. Up the few steps to her place, the key in the lock and inside they went. Andy gently moved his hand up and down her back the entire walk from the cab to inside the front door of her home.
                  The door shut hard behind them, and was quickly locked with one hand. The other was already tugging at hers, getting her back into his arms, the way they had been at the club. She dropped her purse on the floor and tried to wiggle her hands between his arms that was already back under her shirt. She was determined to loosen his tie at the neck. She needed to unbutton that shirt of his and get some topless chest time, now.
                  He seemed to get the hint. With one hand under her shirt and squeezing her breast, his other hand crept up to help her untie the knot of the black tie around his neck. In between open mouth kisses they managed to loosen it enough for him to move it over his head and toss it to the side.
                  “Which way is your bedroom?”
    With a slight push backwards, her fingers tangling in his hair, she moved him back down the narrow hallway, over the low threshold to the main bedroom, until his calves bumped into the wooden frame of her queen size bed.
                  She couldn't stop kissing him, couldn't stop tasting him, and it seemed like he was having the same problem. Suddenly his other hand joined the other underneath her shirt and pushed it all the way up and over her head.
                  “You won't need this one either.” He had said, swiftly unclasping the back of her bra, letting it fall off her shoulders to the floor.
                  “God I've been waiting to see this. To touch and bury my face in between them.”
    With desire shining in his eyes, he cupped both her breasts in his hands as to feel the weight of them before he gently swiped his thumbs over both her nipples. She moaned and dipped her head backwards, gripping his upper arms for support.
                  He bent down and lavished them with his tongue. Every single inch of the skin under his hands tasted to perfection. How long had this been going on? She didn't know. She didn't count the minutes. But any more of this and she might just come at the spot from his unmistakably talented tongue.
                  He must have noticed the weakening strength of her legs as he moved his tongue away to investigate the depths