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"What if that’s what I wanted?" he whispers He presses his lips to the back of my neck then lowers hi in the wake of his touch The sun has dipped below the horizon, and the world outside is fast darkening, turning ourinto a mirror I meet my own eyes in reflection, and see my features soft with desire

"What if I want you naked before the world, your legs parted, your cunt wet forthe curve of my hips His breath teases the sination I have never fantasized about exhibitionis but Daive a damn about the s, tinted or not I don’t care who sees, I only want to surrender to Da me, his cock deep inside me

"Damien--" The word feels wrenched from me

"Does it excite you?" he asks as he slowly stands, his body sliding against ainstthat I want you like this? That I want the whole goddamned universe to look down on us and know that noto me?" He rests his left hand on ’s band The other hand brushes over ain

I’m desperately wet, almost painfully turned on, and I silently pray for his touch, but once again it doesn’t come Instead, I hear only his words "I want you to tell ht to speak "Keep going," I e "Touch me and see for yourself"

I hear his sers brushsouth "Not unless I hear you say it"

"Yes," I breathe

His lips are in my hair, and I feel the reverberation of his words as he whispers, "Me, too"

I closeit But still it doesn’t coers over the band of this brand-new thong--and then the pressure as he rips it at the back seaasp--surprised, yes, but also aroused by the violence of the action and by the rush of cool air against my damp sex as he pulls the panties away

"What are you--?"

"Shhh," he says "Lean forward, hands on theNo, don’t argue Beautiful," he adds when I co s for roans "Do you have any idea how much I want you?"

"You haveup the curve of ainst my back and his hands uponyou Not yet"

A treh me, part frustration, part anticipation I am so hot, so ready, and I do not knohat to expect or where he is taking this I only know that I want to find out

He stands upright again, then circles ainst the"I like this," he says, reaching out to run his finger along the pearl necklace that is the only thing I still wear "It is said that oysters are a potent aphrodisiac, but I think that pearls are equally enticing It’s rumored that Cleopatra crushed one and drank it in wine in order to render herself irresistible to Mark Antony But I think I prefer them as an adornment For that matter, I can think of a few other adornments that I would like to see"