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collarbone.
    “I want you,” I moaned.  “Please, Jack.”
    He used both hands, pulling slowly at the ties on the sides of my bottoms.  When both were free, he took the material in his fist and tugged hard, sending a fire through my stomach.   He threw them to the floor with my top.
    I ground my hips into his erection, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable through his jeans. 
    “You want to take these off, Champ?”
    “Champ?” he asked, his hands wrapped around my backside. 
    He laughed and flipped me to my back.  Shuffling out of bed and standing on the side, he unbuttoned his jeans and dragged the zipper.  He placed his thumbs in his belt loops and pulled down.  No underwear. 
    Oh God, he really was trying to kill me.  
    I propped up on my elbow, taking in the full show.   And it was … a show. 
    “Jesus Christ,” I laughed, my eyes focused.
    “You like?” he asked, sliding back into bed, a laugh on his lips.
    I turned and pulled him closer.  “Oh yeah , I like.  Hey, we need a fire.”
    “It’s August.”
    “Just do it.”
    He clicked the fireplace remote and threw it on the bedside table, pushing his lips against mine.  He could win awards with those things.  I hadn’t ever felt such a rush before by just kissing.  Dave felt like a fumbling teenager next to Jack.
    H is lips trailed down my neck, his hands rough on my body.  I felt as though I could explode when the palm of his hand trailed between my legs.  He dragged his finger up and down lightly, brushing me.  Driving me crazy.
    “Please, Jack,” I whispered.
    “Please what, El?” 
    He was teasing me.   I pushed at his hard chest.  “You know what.”
    “Tell me.”   His lips wrapped around my breast, pulling it into his mouth.  He bit lightly.  “Tell me what you want.”
    “Put your fingers inside of me.  Now,” I pleaded.
    He placed his hand between my legs and pushed two fingers inside slowly.  I took a short breath in.  “Fuck, Elsa, you’ve been driving me crazy all day.  Spread your legs… wider.”
    H e hadn’t even done anything to me yet and I felt a coil in my belly.  Dave had to resort to toys to get me off.  He never really knew what to do.  He thought that foreplay was a distraction from the main event.  He liked it dirty.  And hard. 
    With Dave, h e rarely took his time, propping me up against some wall, spending thirty seconds fumbling with a condom, another two minutes pounding it out, and then catching the L home.  Honestly, thinking back, I’m not sure what the appeal was there.  I guess I had never been chased before… and Dave chased me relentlessly.
    Jack ran his free hand over my stomach, twisting my belly ring and biting on the barbell. 
    “When did you get this?”
    His right hand trailed between my legs again, pushing in and out with precision.
    “Do you want to talk right now ,” I panted, “or do you want to fuck me?”
    He s ituated his body on top of mine, his face inches from my bits and pieces. 
    “Why can’t I do both?” 
    He pushed his hand in faster, placing his left hand on my abdomen, holding me in place.
    “Oh, God,” I moaned.  I could feel his breath on my thighs before I felt his tongue dragging up my center.  “Don’t stop.”
    He teased me, his fingers moving faster while his tongue moved slowly.  I bent my knees and gripped the back of his head, tilting my hips upward. 
    “ Oh, Jack… I’m close.”
    He pressed firmly on my pubic bone and continued his movements.  Faster, rougher.  I propped up on my elbows, watching him. 
    God, he was fucking ridiculous.  It took me 28 years to find this guy?
    All the sex before him just felt like amateur hour now.  My body responded to him ... just fucking responded.  I thrashed on the bed, pulling his ears, his head, digging my heels into his back, screaming out my release.  I lay limp on the bed, my body continuing to convulse seconds later. 
    “Where did you learn that?” I