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to my breast so he could squeeze it. He licked at my neck and fucked me from behind and it was almost too much to take. I bent back down and he fucked me some more. It was good and dirty and like nothing I’d ever experienced. I wanted more.
    I pushed against him then he stopped and pulled out, turned me over onto my back and pushed me back onto the couch. He settled between my legs and his cock slipped right in, like it belonged there. And we slowed down, almost methodically, and we fucked. He kissed me as he fucked me, sucked at my neck and then bent to take a nipple into his mouth. I arched away from the couch at that and then I felt it. I felt the orgasm. It was quick and it wanted release. Before I could stop it, it came at me and I grabbed onto him, digging my nails into his back as I came and came hard.
    He pumped into me and then pulled out and squirted his hot cum all over my stomach. I rubbed it into my skin, staring him in the eye as I did so, then tasted it from my fingers. His mouth dropped as I did that and I grinned at him, loving just how dirty I was getting. But then again, it was his fault. He had brought it out in me.
    “ Wanna stay over?” he asked.
    “I thought you’d never ask,” I replied.
     
    * * * * *
     
    Yeah, his condo was cool. After we took a long shower together to get the smell of the sea off each other, we plopped into his big bed. The sheets were of a very high thread count and felt divine on my naked skin. Then we went to sleep. Yeah. For the first time in my life, I slept naked. I was doing a lot of firsts—going to an all male revue, meeting a handsome stripper on the beach, having wild sex. Miami was turning out to be the best time ever.
    I awoke with the sun streaming in from the French doors that lead out onto the balcony. Cash was nowhere around. I smiled to myself, thinking of all the downright naughty things we’d done last night and snuggled into the bed. Then I looked around at all the tasteful furnishings. The bed had this cool weathered leather headboard and the nightstands were smaller steamer trunks. I looked around the room, noticing the nice subway art prints on the wall and the gigantic weathered wood dresser. The guy had some serious taste.
    I smiled again and closed my eyes.
    “Good morning,” he said and slipped into bed with me. “Still sleepy?”
    “ Ummm ,” I said. “You’re up early.”
    “You could say that,” he said and nuzzled my neck with his nose.
    “ Ummm ,” I said and loved the way he was touching me.
    He spooned me and I smiled. He had only pajama bottoms on but I could feel his hard dick through them. He started rubbing up against me and I moved with him as his hands began to wander along my body, pausing to brush the hair from my shoulder to kiss the nape of my neck, taking time to squeeze my breast before going lower to my pussy lips, which he parted with his fingers and slid in, exploring me down there, taking the time to get my juices flowing. I pulled his pajama bottoms down and his dick popped out, hard and ready to fill me.
    Without a word, he pulled my legs apart and stuck his cock in. We lay on our sides and made love. It was a slow process, divine and rich in feeling. And I felt it everywhere on my body. I tingled from head to toe and wanted more and more.
    His hand came around and rested on my clit as he fucked me, as he took me. I began to move against it and felt the orgasm start. I moaned as his other hand squeezed my breast and pinched my nipple.
    “ Ahh ,” I moaned, really feeling so good. “I love the way you fuck me.”
    “ Mmmm ,” he moaned softly in my ear. “I love to do it.”
    “Keep doing that,” I whispered and held out for the orgasm. I didn’t want this feeling to end; I wanted it to stay forever. I felt so alive yet so grounded and yet so real. It was like nothing in the world mattered but this feeling and what he was doing to me.
    He kept at it, but I could tell he was holding himself back from