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breaks free from the tangled hold of my
arms about his body and the lights suddenly blare on.  I’ve
never been a fan of sex in the light.  I’ve too many
imperfections to enjoy having them held under the spotlight, but
with this guy, I don’t care.  I feel like a sex goddess to his
sex god and I’m going to enjoy every damn minute of it. 
    With his eyes on me, I arch my back and feel
the looseness of my dress along my shoulders.  Realizing he’s
unzipped me without my really knowing it, I pull the thick straps
down and bare my bra-fettered breasts to his gaze.  Still with
his eyes glued to me, I unhook the front clasp and release my
breasts from the cups.  The sound of his breathing is suddenly
very loud in the room and I look up at him and notice his erection
is pulsing a little bit stronger with his arousal.  It’s
playing peek-a-boo with his fly.  Now I see it and now I
don’t.  But I’m obsessed with it.  My eyes are glued to
his dick and my body is silently preparing itself for such a
massive intrusion.    
    And hell, he’s already double the size of my
ex.  The thought of having every inch of Zane’s dick inside me
is enough to have me feeling both panicked and lust-fuelled. 
I want him to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before and
perhaps he spies that in my eyes, because he cups his cock,
dragging it fully out of his fly, before slowly dragging down his
chinos and kicking out of them. 
    Stood before me with no clothes on, my pulse
rockets into the stratosphere.  This man should not wear
clothes.  To deny any female the privilege of drooling over
him is a crime against nature. 
    Rippling muscles scored with ink, cut glass
sinews marked with his battle scars, olive-tinted flesh gleaming
with good health.  And a cock that has my pussy pulsing with
need. 
    I’ve watched porn with Marina and Eddie; a
bowl of popcorn between us as we tilt our heads to get a hold on
all the angles and this man, definitely, without a doubt, belongs
in a porn flick. 
    Wow. 
    He jolts me out of my stupor by grabbing the
skirt of my dress and pulling it down over my hips and legs,
leaving me in my strappy shoes and panties.  Thank fuck, I’m
wearing my sole pair of bikini panties and not the high-waisters I
usually wear; mostly because they’re cheap and this underwear set
was a present from Eddie a Christmas or so ago. 
    I don’t care that it’s
weird my friends buy me this kind of stuff. My poverty isn’t of
interest at the moment. I’m just relieved to be wearing something
sexier than granny panties!  Next time I see Eddie, she’s
going to get a thank you kiss, too.
    In fact, screw it. I’m going to snog
both women.
    Mona’s got her groove back.
    Woohoo!
    With my insides doing a celebratory jiggle,
Zane’s body is doing some reacting of its very own. His cock flexes
and twitches as he looks at me, imperfections and all.  And
for that moment, I feel on fire, because this man wants me. 
He actually wants me. 
    He crouches a little to grab my feet and
tugs me forward.  His fingers grip the sides of my panties
when he leans over me, and they follow the same path as my
dress.  On the floor, they go.  His hands cup my feet and
slowly, he spreads my legs. 
    Knowing where this is heading has excitement
fluttering around my belly.  As soon as my legs are fully
parted, he bends them at the knee and presses down so that I’m
completely spread, wide open for his gaze, and for his touch. 
He proceeds to bend down, and the first puff of air against my
pussy has my back arching. 
    I’m an inch away from an orgasm. 
    Maybe not even that much.
    A half-inch.
    If I’m lucky. 
    Or unlucky.  Whichever way you look at
it.   
    That slight gust of air from the gentle
stream he directs along the length of my pussy has every inch of me
quivering and gooseflesh coursing over my body like a tidal
wave.
    The first lick, that slight flicker of his
tongue against my clit has me shuddering, quaking