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Yet I could tell that kiss was affecting him, too. I felt the hard length of
him pressing against me. I wanted to touch him there, but I didn’t dare.
    When we stopped for breath, we looked at
each other as if neither us could believe the intensity of that kiss.
    He held out his hand. I knew where we were
going as he led me to the bedroom. My body was ready even if my mind was still
panicking. I shivered. But he gathered me up in his arms and planted kisses all
along the side of my neck, pulling me down to sit on the bed, and I forgot to
be afraid. I held onto him and marveled at the effect of every caress of his
lips on my skin.
    As his hands unbuttoned my blouse, I willed
him to go faster, to make me naked for him. I wanted to feel him, all of him,
against my skin. I pulled up his white cotton T-shirt and felt every muscle of
his hard stomach and broad chest as his hands explored me and found the clasp
of my bra.
    “So beautiful,” he said as he pushed up my
bra and lowered his head to take first one nipple, and then the other in his
hot mouth.
    I could only moan in response. He took my
breath away, this guy.
    I pulled off his T-shirt and unbuttoned his
jeans all the way, following the trail of hair down, feeling the hard bulk of
him through his white boxers. I couldn’t look at him as my hands reached for
him, but he tilted up my chin and made me look him in the eye then. I didn’t
stop. I wanted to go on touching him through the white cotton even if it
embarrassed me to want to explore that part of him so much.
    “Let me see you naked,” he said, his voice
rough with need, and he lifted me up from the bed. I stood between his thighs
hardly able to breathe as he pulled off my blouse and bra, and unzipped my
skirt so it fell at my feet, leaving me naked except for the lace-topped
thigh-highs and panties I’d chosen to wear, hoping he would see them.
    He kissed my stomach, soft delicate kisses
full of promise. Delicious anticipation ran through me.
    “Oh, I think we’ll leave these on,” he
said, running his finger delicately around the lace top of one my thigh-highs,
sending my thudding heart into overdrive. “I’m a sucker for stockings, but
these, on the other hand...” His fingers moved to explore just inside the leg
of my panties. I could hardly breathe. “...will have to go,” and he pulled down
my soaked panties with one tug, before nuzzling his face between my legs and
taking in the scent of me, making me gasp with need and embarrassment.
    “Mmh,” he said, his tongue darting out and
tasting me, flicking over the most sensitive part of me. “So deliciously wet.”
    I had to hold onto his shoulders to stop my
legs buckling, as he took my nub between his lips and sucked. I came right
there, right then.
    “Oh, Melissa, so responsive. I like that.
We are going to have such fun.”
    He peeled off the rest of his clothes and I
could have had another orgasm just looking at his body, the power in him, the
planes of his muscles, his cock as impressive as the rest of him.
    I was ready to give as I had received. I
wanted to make him lose control, to make him call out my name, but he wasn’t
going to hand over the reins that easily. As I reached forward to take his
length in my hands, he pulled me back onto the bed to lie beside him and kissed
me—slow, indulgent kisses as if we had all the time in the world, our tongues
dancing, our bodies wrestling to get closer until we were thoroughly entwined.
    He ran his hands through my hair, down my
back to my bottom, all over my body as if he could not get enough of me. My
hands mirrored his, touching, exploring down his whole torso, smooth, hard, and
perfect under my fingers.
    “It’s no good,” he said, teasing, propping
himself up and looking down at me. “I think I’m going to have to sample these
again,” and he ran his finger gently over my nipple. It hardened to