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nibbled on it.
    “Oh god, that feels good,” she moaned.
    He did the same to the other breast, sucking and nibbling on it pleasurably. Solange then felt his hand making its way down her belly and slipping through the waist of her thong. She was trembling as she parted her thighs a little wider to give him better access to her most sensitive part. She held his hand when she felt a finger slipping into her, his thumb beginning to rub over her throbbing bud.
    Solange felt as if she had died and gone to heaven with all the sensations she was experiencing all at once. Hunter then began easing his finger deeper into her, stroking her in and out. Heat spread throughout her extremities from the attention he gave to her sex, and Solange felt as if she was going to lose her mind if he did not make love to her right away. Now she understood why the Olympic Committee distributed condoms at The Olympic Village. Something was in the air, or the water, or the food—she wasn’t sure which, but her reaction to Hunter was making her feel like there was some kind of magic going on.
    “Hunter, please. You’re killing me. Make love to me already,” she pleaded softly with him, her body feeling so weak, her thighs trembling, she felt as if her legs were going to give.
    “I am. Just making sure you’re ready for me,” he said, pulling his finger out of her and licking her juices from it.
    He then pulled his shirt over his head slowly as she gazed at him, his eyes never leaving hers. He tossed it onto the floor and then unzipped his shorts before pulling them down and letting them fall to the floor. Solange swallowed hard when she saw him standing there in his boxers. His erection was as hard and as huge as the outline she’d seen on the plane, and it made her a little nervous.
    She wondered if it would fit inside her, and if it would hurt, her eyes widening as he swiftly pulled his boxers off, exposing his shaft. It was long and thick, and the most attractive cock she had ever seen. The head was pink, thick and smooth with a huge slit on the tip. Hunter then hovered over her and hooked his fingers into the waist of her thong, tugging it down her thighs and down to her feet. Solange stepped out of them as Hunter began pushing her backwards towards the bed. It was then that the reality of what was going to happen kicked in, and even though she was a little panicked, she was determined to have sex with this man that she had to have, regardless of the consequences.
    She didn’t know if this would be a one-off, or if he would be interested in seeing her when they returned to Baton Rouge, but all she cared about now is having him insider her. She trembled at the prospect and Hunter frowned.
    “Are you nervous?” he asked, even as he pushed her onto the bed and bade her lie on her back.
    “A little.” She was not sure, but she thought she croaked when she answered him.
    “Relax. I'm not going to hurt you. We’ll take it nice and slow until you get used to me.”
    He climbed onto the bed between her legs. She looked down at him as he parted her thighs wider, her heart skipping a beat when he dipped his head between them. Hunter zeroed onto her clit, sucking her bud into his mouth and she couldn’t hold back her reaction from the pleasure she felt.
    “Oh yes!” She moaned, taking her hands down to his head and pushing his face harder into her sex as he sucked her even harder.
    Solange squirmed with pleasure when she felt his tongue pushing into her depths, driving all the way in as it wiggled deliciously over her walls. With some reluctance, he finally removed his head from between her legs and climbed on top of her, positioning himself between her thighs. He took his cock in one hand and guided the tip through her hot opening. Hunter pushed just the tip in and out, giving her time to adjust, or teasing her, she didn’t know which, and Solange found herself longing for more.
    “More, Hunter, I want all of you,” she said, digging her