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turn earns me another growl. Score one for me. I do it again. Taking a step forward, he places his leg in between mine and it’s like my hips have a mind of their own. They start moving, grinding against his leg, trying to get friction where I need it most. I can feel his erection pressing into my hip. My clit is throbbing with need; I am so wet, I feel my juices running down my leg.
    He moves his hands from the wall into my hair. He grips hard, angling my head so he can control the kiss. I reach up with both hands, cupping his face briefly then moving them up towards his head to get a hand full of hair, holding him to me. Are breaths are ragged as he tries to slow the kiss down. Working his way across my jaw towards my neck, he nuzzles into me. “God. You smell so good. I bet you’ll taste just as good — if not better.”
    “Oh, God,” I say as he lightly places kisses on the left side of my neck, while he releases his right hand from my hair. He brings his hand down my neck, over my shoulder and down my arm. Reaching behind me, he runs his hand across my ass and squeezes tight, pulling me further into him. God, this feels good. I have never been this consumed of passion. I feel like my legs are turning to jelly and I don’t know how much longer I can stand.
    Breaking the kiss, Myles takes a step back. Both of our chests are heaving, trying to catch our breath. He reaches for my hand and pulls me towards the bed. He doesn’t take his eyes of me and I don’t take my eyes off him. Letting go of my hand he reaches behind me for the zipper of my dress with both hands, slowing easing it down. Once he has it unzipped, he brings his hands up to my shoulders, brushing the straps of dress off. The straps slip down my arms and the dress pools at my feet on the floor. He reaches out and takes my hand, helping to steady me while I take a step away from it leaving it where it lays. He releases my hand and takes a step back.
     
    He’s staring. I don’t do anything but stand here and let him look at me. I have a black lace demi bra on with matching black lace thong and black stockings. I keep my hands at my sides because I don’t want him to stop looking at me.
    “God. You are beautiful,” he says slowly walking toward me. He’s clenching and unclenching his hands like he is trying to keep himself from touching me and all I want to do is yell, Please touch me! Do something. Don’t make me wait.
    He stops right in front of me, close enough that my breasts rub against his chest when I breathe. My nipples hurt because they are so hard. My pussy aches. If he were to reach out and touch me the way I want, he would feel how excited I am because my panties are soaked. There is no way to hide it and I don’t want to. I want him to know exactly what he is doing to me.
    He reaches his hands out to grab mine, slowly walking us backwards towards the bed, his huge king size bed.
    I release his hands, reaching up slowly and start to unbutton his shirt. I undo the first button and lean in to kiss the skin I have revealed. Each button I undo reveals more and I lean in and kiss every spot of skin I can. Myles has a hard muscled body and I am enjoying unwrapping my present. It feels like
    Christmas. I pull the rest of his shirt out of his pants so I can finish unbuttoning his shirt, kissing him as I go. He slides his shirt off, letting it drop to the floor with the rest of our clothes. I stand up and kiss him, sucking his bottom lip, while I reach my right hand down and rub his hard cock through his pants. He groans and breaks the kiss and leans his head back squeezing his eyes shut.
    “Myles, I want to taste you, but I have to tell you that I have only done this one other time. I want to do this.” He brings his head back down to look into my eyes like he is trying to figure out why exactly I am telling him this.
    While lowering myself down to my knees he says, “Amelia, you don’t need to do this.”
    I start unbuckling his belt,