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his hips. He grabs my wrists in one of his hands and pulls them above my head. With his other hand, he tugs at my sweater, lifting it over my head, our lips barely losing contact. Warm fingers slide beneath my bra and clasp around my breast. He begins to mold it in his palm while his thumb gently flicks at my erect nipple. I groan and push my breast into his hand begging for more. Goose bumps rise on my skin at his touch. I want to chain myself around his warm, electric body. His hand finds its way down my bare stomach to the button on my jeans, which he undoes quickly with two fingers. I wait for it—that moment I’m craving so desperately, where his hands slide into my panties and end this torturous anticipation. I crave release. I know it will happen quickly. But to my surprise, he grabs my hips in his hands and flips me so that I am facing away from him, leaving my mouth open and wanting in the absence of our incessant kisses.
    He lifts the strap of my bra, sliding inside it and gently sweeping it off my shoulder. His other hand mimics the movement on the other strap. I keep my eyes open, staring at our reflection in the window on the other side of the room. He towers over me, swallowing me up and I feel feminine and vulnerable at the same time. His lips replace his fingers and his mouth traces an imaginary line on my back from shoulder to shoulder. I swallow hard, closing my eyes to absorb the sensation.
    “I wasn’t exactly honest with you either.”
    No?” he asks against my skin. He digs a thumb into the side of my hip pulling at my jeans while the other hand tugs at my zipper.
    “I knew I would say yes to you the moment I laid eyes on you.”
    His smile presses between my shoulder blades then his mouth continues south just as my jeans do. Before I know it, he’s on his knees, helping me step out of them. All that is left is my champagne and black lace bra and matching panties. I watch my reflection. He is hidden behind me and all I can see are his hands on my thighs, drifting to my hips. I tremble as his fingers slide effortlessly beneath my panties, grasping at bare skin. His palms work in a circular motion, massaging my ass. Spreading my cheeks and pushing them back together. I want to grab hold of something to steady myself, but I know he has a firm hold of me. He slides the flimsy fabric to the side, exposing naked skin that his lips generously covet. I gasp as his mouth opens and his teeth nip at my sensitive skin. I push my ass back against his mouth wanting him to devour me. My hand reaches behind me and grabs hold of his head, tugging at his hair.
    “Yes, Scarlett,” he growls between bites. “Show me how much you like it.”
    I grip a fist full of hair and pull harder. He inhales sharply and slides his other hand into my panties, cupping my naked sex.
    My head falls back as he moves his palm in slippery, circular motions, his teeth still nibbling on my firm behind.
    “ Fuck ,” he moans as he slides a finger inside me. “You are so wet for me.”
    I grind my hips, pressing his finger deeper. Slowly, he enters me repeatedly, picking up his speed to match the pace of my panting. I want desperately to see his face, but then again it might send me over the edge and I’m not ready to come yet.
    “Yes, ride my finger, Scarlett,” he commands. I open my legs further and bounce back on his hand. He slides another finger in and the sensation against my tightness is incredible. I tug on his hair harder while my other hand fondles my breast.
    He draws in a sharp breath and its followed by the sound of his zipper and the rustling of his pants. “You’ve got me so hard.”
    I slowly stop moving and take a step forward. His fingers slide out of me as I turn.
    “Prove it,” I dare.
    His eyes glued to mine as he stands. His pants are undone and my eyes train on the bulge of his cock fully exposed. I reach out and grip the side seams of his slacks and pull them down, leaving him in just his gray boxer