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feeling the warmth of his skin under her hands.
    Kisses skimmed his stomach, and then she moved up to lick his nipples with the tip of her tongue. Lifting her eyes she saw him watching her, his eyes full of unmasked desire. He was opening up to her, no longer hiding his heart from her.
    Not breaking eye contact she slipped her hand into his pants again and found his cock, still rock hard and needy. Up and down she slid her hand, paying special attention to the head until the first of his pre come appeared. Squeezing and stroking she brought him to the edge of his orgasm when he held her hand still and said, “Stop. Put this on.”
    She took the condom from him, and fitted it to his hard cock, pushing his pants further down. Feeling his body tense as she rolled it down his length, he was so close to coming she could make him right now, but she wanted to feel him inside of her.
    When she had finished he leaned down and lifted the hem of her night shirt, she obediently lifted her arms, feeling the chill of the air on her skin, goosebumps appearing along her arms. He pulled it over her head, and discarded it before his hands cupped both of her breasts and his thumbs worked over the hard buds of her already sensitive nipples.
    One at a time he sucked them into his mouth, rolling his tongue over them, grazing his teeth on the hard buds. She stroked his arms and his back, whimpering as he toyed with her. Was he trying to drive her insane, or allowing his own need to subside a little? With the state of arousal he had been in before, she guessed he wouldn’t have lasted too long once he had entered her. So she didn’t complain, the waiting was deliriously pleasurable.
    Drawing back from her, he slipped off the bed, and allowed his pants to slip down to pool on the floor. Stepping to the side as he slid his shorts down, Robin at last got to see him in his full naked glory. And glorious he was. Muscled arms and chest, tapering down to a slim waist above long, toned thighs. A man in every sense of the word, she sighed contentedly as he moved back to the bed, spreading her thighs wider for him.
    “I think we should take these off don’t you?” he asked.
    She didn’t answer, for once shy in his presence, he was about to see her completely naked, her wetness would be so obvious. It had been a long time since she had been so aroused by a man. Her body ached for him, needing to feel him bury himself so deep inside her they would be joined as one.
    He eased her panties down, and she lifted one foot at a time off the bed for him, acutely aware he was looking at her wet pink sex. But when her panties were gone, and he slid one finger along the length of her slit she no longer cared, instead pushing down to ease his finger inside her sex.
    “Patience,” he said, his thumb brushing her clit.
    “I think I’ve waited long enough.”
    “Is that a challenge?”
    “No, Greg. I don’t want to play games. Make love to me, please.”
    “Seems you asked so nicely .” He emphasised the word. “I will have to oblige.”
    “Oblige away,” she said, and then gasped when his finger slid deep inside her heated sex.
    “God you’re wet,” he said, inserting another and stretching her inner walls.
    “That’s how much I want you, Greg. So much, for so long.”
    “But not as long as I’ve wanted you, Robin.”
    “I only hope you don’t find the real thing disappointing.”
    “You will never disappoint me Robin.”
    “Don’t bet on it,” she said, and then he silenced her. At last he guided himself inside her, pressing against her outer lips and then further until her sex sheathed him. Slowly he pushed forward, her inner walls gripping him, he was big, and her sex stretched as he filled her with agonising control.
    Her hands went to his butt, she urged him on, wanting him to fill her completely, but he took his time. Perhaps trying to make her experience every second of the years he had waited for her in this one long moment. When she