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closer to my loins.  When the tips of his fingers reached the lace of my panties my legs began to shake and I felt a quivering rush deep inside of me.  Heat pooled at my core.  I moaned his name and breathlessly groaned out, “Oh Victor, I can’t wait to feel you inside of me.  I want you, inside of me.”  And like magic granting my wish, two fingers moved my panties aside, and slowly, achingly slow, began to insert themselves into the center of my being.  Victor’s other hand caressed the side of my breast, as he continued to kiss me in a crushing kiss that drove me wild.  He devoured me.  He consumed me.  I couldn’t think.  I could only feel, as this sense of fullness began to fill me.  His thumb circled my core, two, then three times, slowly, leisurely, and I groaned and pushed into him.  I was wet, so very wet.  In and out, over and over again with those wicked fingers, I felt myself begin to move in time to his rhythm. A building pleasure and excitement coursed through my veins.  I clenched around his fingers as he began to withdraw them once more, he insert them again, and again.  I felt like I was going to cum.  I was close.
    I had to feel him, too.  My hands had been roaming restlessly over his well-defined back , and the muscles there.  I scratched lightly at first, then dug into him alternating with caresses, my palms on his back.  I slipped one hand between us and felt his dick through his pants.  It was big, and hard.  I felt it pulsing in my hand through the material, and he savagely broke the kiss, and tilted his head, back to say my name.  “Monica, softer. Not so hard, baby.”  I lightened my touch.  He returned to kissing me.
    We heard laughter behind us, and both froze frustrated and panting for air.  He rested his forehead on mine for a second breathing hard, trying to regain control, and then he pulled back and gave me that grin.  The grin that was just a little lop sided, and made that delicious dimple appear in his cheek.  It was sexy as hell.
    “Your place, now!”  His eyes, ice blue , glittered and smoldered with white flame.  How the heck we were going to make it to my place without ripping each other’s clothes off, I didn’t know.

The drive to my home was done quickly and silently.  As I fumbled with my keys and the lock in my excitement, I could hear the incessant ringing of the telephone.  I reached to the wall to pick up the receiver of my cordless phone as Victor trailed behind me.  I was mumbling something about my sister calling to check in, but clear thoughts were eluding me as his hands were already on my back and ass, and lifting the hem of my dress.  I put the receiver to my ear, but couldn’t concentrate, and barely heard my sister say, “Hi!  How was dinner?”  Victor had turned me around and had me up against the wall in the hallway between my kitchen and living room. He was already trailing kisses along my neck, and collarbone and stroking my thighs.  I was feverish with desire and a fine film of perspiration coated my entire body. 
    Ana was talking, but I wasn’t hearing a thing.  “I DID see mom, she was great, fantastic,” I panted into the phone and I dropped the receiver onto the charger with a clatter as Victor’s hands tweaked my nipples through the material of my dress.  Not caring if the phone was off or on the hook, I let my hands fly and roam his back and shoulders once more.
    As soon as the phone was forgotten, his hands left my nipples; he reached for the hem of my dress, and yanked it over my head, stepping back to take in my body.  The look he gave me was the biggest compliment he could have ever had given me—his eyes were on fire with desire for me.  “You are so fucking beautiful, Monica.  Let’s fuck.”
    His words were harsh, but what a fucking turn on.  I was getting wetter.  Burning, yearning for what my body knew only he could provide.  He reached for me, and lifted me up right under the arms.