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For a man who had already seen me topless, the look on his face when he saw me in my bra was more appreciative than I’d expected He touched each of e, smooth hands, his skin soft and almost cold, but not quite I shivered, but it was more from exciteht the belt loops of edand ly war when his lips parted slightly, and opened my mouth to protest, but he took that opportunity to kissentleness I almost swooned He held me like I was precious and breakable, but he kissed ht destroy hi ht at any second I would pull away and changefor me to do what I did every time he kissed me I always told him to stop Told hi myself then because ht

Now there was no right There was no wrong Just want and need and all of it was now

I swept ainst my cheek He let out a smore I started to pull away froers in my hair and kept me in place The next tis on h entleness of its predecessor Hisstrokes I could feel all the way down to uide us back to the bed, reo I went to sit and missed the mattress coistered that we had collapsed onto the floor, the wonderful, coht of him on top of me

I had brief flashes of memory, the times in the past I’d felt his body from this position The last clear one I could recall hen he’d been accused of betraying the council, we’d fought and he’d knocked me flat on my bed I had a chance to wonder at myself over all the tiht in the Louisiana bayou we’d alrets I would have had if I’d never let myself experience hiht was all he asked for

He was going to get his night

After we’d fallen, he’d releasedthe exposed parts of my body, the only places available to him until he let me up to divest us both of our pants

"I re his head so he could gaze down at h the satinyhim admire my body amped up my excitement

"You’ve never seen me like this," I corrected

"I have" He took one of ers resting at his temple "But all in here" He touchednow"

He kissed me, deep and slow If I wasn’t already on the floor, that kiss would have toppled est difference between your dreams and when you’ve really kissed ave me a sad s ers down the dip of his spine right before it rose up into his ass, I returned his smile, but there was no sadness inBut I won’t be the one to wake you up"

"Good" Heone knee next to each of er onto do He unbuttoned my jeans and lowered the zipper before I stopped his hand

"Yours first"

"Bossy"

"Yes"

First he undid his belt, looping his fingers under the brown leather and unhooking the longslowness he pulled the belt free froainst cotton made my pulse kick up a beat The belt dropped besidehe keep it around to tie ht was all we got, I wanted to touch him A real memory of the way his body felt would be better than a million dreams

His pants came next, and it took all ot to his feet and pulled the trousers free of his legs, tossing theainst the thin material of his briefs--how European of him--was all I could pay attention to I wondered how accurately my dreams had represented that part of him

My distractedness had not escaped hiht off me so he was outside my reach

Since my pants were already undone, I arched my back to lift my butt off the floor and pushed the deni why it was I always chose such dareat, but they functioned like a booty-enhancing chastity belt Tight pants were fashion’s way of saying, Look but don’t touch No, seriously, you can’t touch because I’ll never be able to take these off