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He tugged her shirt up over her head The cold air hit her breasts, and she didn’t have any tied her against hiainst his chest, the heat of his skin war her sensitized nipples

Sheand bunching beneath her fingertips

He pushed her flannel paja them pool at her feet She was thankful he hadn’t paused to look at her panties A sexual interlude had been the last thing on her ar

She wanted to take his clothes off him, but her hands felt heavy suddenly, clumsy She wasn’t sure if it was her move or not Or if he liked it when a wo

He was so perfect, so beautiful, just like theto mess it up

Thankfully, he wasto discard his own clothes, and after he disappeared into the bathrooeous than anya box of condoms

She couldn’t stop staring at him At the thick erection that stood out from his body She’d never seen a naked man in person before, and pictures of classical statues really didn’t do them justice Or at least, they didn’t represent Dante

“I want to touch you,” she said, shocked at her boldness But for some reason, the moment he’d come back into the bedroo there, naked, and he was there, naked And they were about to share the most intimate connection two people could possibly share

There was no room for fear Or shame, or aardness She was sure It was such an unusual feeling for her And yet, with hiht

“Feel free,” he said, his voice rough

She ers from his chest down to his abs, to the dark line of hair that led froers around hiht

“What do you like?” she asked, her heart thundering hard, her sto

“This,” he said, his breath hissing through his teeth

“Justyou?”