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“Have I told you yet how sexy you are? Because you are,” he whispered. With his fingertip, he traced the top of my bra over the swell of my breast.
    He lowered his mouth, trailing his tongue at the dip in the middle, making me shiver. Chills covering me, I moaned on contact. He smiled against my chest, looking up at me. The knowing look on his face should piss me off, yet it only made me want him more.
    Finding the button of my jean shorts, he unsnapped them, descending my zipper with ease. Sliding his hands along my hips, he began lowering the shorts. I kicked them off just before he scooped me up into his arms.
    Everything was a blur as I attempted to look around. He walked past the kitchen, down a hallway toward the back of the house. His bed came into view, and a sense of panic hit me. I looked him in the eyes, finding his filled with desire and need.
    “I don’t even know your name,” I whispered just before he lowered me to the bed. He pressed himself against me, making his arousal abundantly clear.
    “Je…” he whispered before his lips found mine once again. “Jameso…” His words were immediately lost in our kiss.
    He pressed his erection against me again and began moving in a slow rhythm as if we were already having sex. The friction was intense, and my mind shifted into overdrive. I was on the verge of screaming for him to just take me now.
    I had never wanted anything more than I wanted him in that moment.
    In my carnal state I hadn’t notice him removing my bra. The second his lips closed over my nipple and he sucked gently, I moaned out, “Yes.”
    The crinkle of foil filled the silence between our pants. I wouldn’t have to worry about insisting he wore a condom. The man was already prepared. He leaned back, lowering my panties along the way in one graceful move.
    I felt as though I was on display before him, but I didn’t feel self-conscious. He brought forth a sense of beauty and desire as he slowly appraised me with his eyes.
    I also took the time to look at him as well. He was fit, and my mouth watered at the site of the stunning trail leading to an even more appealing V at his waist. An unbelievably sexy-as-sin tattoo wrapped around his hip and up his side. I ran my tongue over my lower lip as the thought of appraisingly licking that very tattoo filled my mind. I knew I was staring, but my God, I couldn’t stop. The man was absolutely perfect. Even the scar that ran just under his right nipple, slightly raised against his tanned skin, was alluring.
    He brought the foil packet to his mouth and tore it with his teeth. I averted my eyes to his hardness as he began lowering the condom over himself. There was no need for words; our eyes spoke volumes. We both wanted this badly, needed it, demanded the contact.
    He kissed a path up my body, nipping along the way. I was so sensitive to his touch. I felt as if I would combust if he didn’t relieve some of the tension within me.
    Feeling his erection against my thigh only caused more want to wash over me, almost an animalistic urge to attack. I couldn’t wait. Lowering my hand, I took him into my grasp, guiding him to the place I needed him most. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him close. Our eyes locked, his hooded with desire.
    “I want you, now, please,” I pleaded.
    He pushed into me with one thrust, making me gasp. “You okay?” he asked.
    “Yes,” I assured him, lifting my hips toward him, taking him in deeper. He needed nothing further as he began to thrust inside of me.
    I was out of my mind with the pleasure he provoked. The guy knew how to move. He needed absolutely no direction. My back arched, thrusting my breast upward. He closed his lips over my hardened nipple, and I moaned out, “Oh yeah.”
    He was hitting that sweet spot. My body quivered beneath him. I shook from the orgasm that ripped through me.
    As hips thrust harder and faster, he began breathing deeper. “So good, you feel so good,” he whispered.
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