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neckline of the dress just above my breasts. I arched my back, suddenly desperate for his touch to go lower. My breasts throbbed, heavy with longing, and my nipples twisted to painfully taut bullets. He pulled his hand away with another soft chuckle, and my tense muscles thawed with disappointment.
    “Soon, beautiful…”
    I sucked in a breath, surprised at the need quickly replacing my anxiety. My vagina sang happily, saying, ‘even if you leave, I’m staying.’ It didn’t have to worry. I wasn’t going anywhere. I rose slightly in the chair when I felt him drawing up my dress, and my arms automatically lifted so he could pull it over my head. I frowned, almost disappointed that my undressing had not been accompanied by some practiced seduction. I’d have thought these men had a routine for everything.
    The fact that I was now sitting in the chair in just my panties, though, was enough to set her nerves thrumming. Cool air kissed my naked skin and I hugged my torso, covering my breasts in the dark. The figure stepped away and I heard the rustle of clothing and knew he was undressing. I tried to imagine what he might look like, then scolded myself because not knowing had been my specific stipulation. Although, I hadn’t expected this total darkness—a party mask for us both maybe—but not this. I knew he was big. That I could tell by the large contortions in the shadows. I wondered if he could be one of the men I’d seen , but the height and width of his shadow didn't fit.
    “Lean back.”
    I obeyed the hypnotic voice and shifted my shoulders back against the afghan. A long moment passed where all that could be heard was our mingled breathing, feathery music that filled the dense space with anticipation. Apprehensively I chewed on my bottom lip. This time when he touched me, I didn’t jump. He was directly in front of me, leaning over slightly. His palms cupped my shoulders and brushed down my arms, warming my skin. Silently he unfolded them and drew them away from my breasts. I knew he couldn’t possibly see me through the thick darkness, but I could feel the heat of his eyes searching, probing, and gliding over my body like a caress. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling absurdly exposed.
    I sensed a shift of movement and a sudden intrusion on my senses kick started my vocal cords, causing me to cry out. A long, wet stroke slowly made its way up my belly, quivering the ambivalent muscles.
    Oh, God! Was that his tongue?
    My eyes flew open. The shadow was crouched low, hovering over me now, barely touching except for that persistent tongue creating an extraordinary path, licking and fluttering and dancing against my skin, scattering a fiery buzz through my flesh. His head grew closer as he traveled up my body and the scent of sandalwood sat heavy in the air. I inhaled deeply, trying to capture more of the drugging fragrance. His lips settled between my breasts and my lungs stilled mid-breath. The tip of his tongue flicked lightly over one nipple, then he suctioned it hard into his mouth and nipped gently with the edge of his teeth.
    My back jerked and I moaned, tendrils of pleasure spiraling deep into my wet sex. My hips bucked as silky slickness coated my folds. He did the same to the other, coaxing another sound from my throat. My body was trembling, shaking with tiny ripples of pleasure. I felt like a leaf caught on a breeze, floating in a hazy abyss of wonderful sensation. I was lost…seeking…searching…trying to grab hold of something.
    With a groan, he took a step back, taking my palms and pulling me from the chair. I gasped when I crashed against his body. He was indeed a large man, much taller than my five-six frame. And he was completely, gloriously naked. Hard tight muscles flexed against my body, and there was a distinctly large protrusion pushing into my belly. The heat of his thick cock burned into my skin and the solid feel of it had my senses whirring and my empty channel shivering with