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his hands up my legs as if intent on not leaving any part of my body untouched, he firmly grasps my waist and pulls my pelvis back toward him.  Holding me close with one arm, I feel him bring his black thermal up and over his head with his other hand and then pull me back against his chest.
    He practically pants into my back, “I have been waiting all day to feel you.  To make you shiver for me .”
    “It’s working.”  I pant in response, as he slides the straps of my bra down my shoulders.  He unfastens my bra, lets it fall to the ground and cups both my breast s, pulling me even closer to him.  His erection is throbbing at my lower back.  I moan and push into it as he skates his palms over my breast, stopping to squeeze and extend my nipples.  Part of me is screaming to move faster, to turn around and rip his pants off, the other part is thinking of Davis’ words, “Slow-ly.”  I try to heed them and soak up all the sensation, burning through my core.  As I move in response to his touch, I become aware that he has divested me of my panties.  I am completely naked.  Pinned to him – back to front.  I gain control of my thoughts long enough to reach both my arms up and around his neck.  He has not stopped his relentless kissing and sucking of any part of my body his lips can find.  I spin around, Slow-ly… to face him.  I lift my leg up and hitch it around his hip to gain some traction for my achy, needy clit against his jeans, the entire time staring into the green eyes that I adore.  I want him to see my burning need.  He evidently does, because “Slow-ly” begins to speed up at this point.  My hands are immediately on his jeans.  I pop them open with surprising deftness and thrust my hand into his boxers, stroking and sliding it over the velvety hardness.  I actually hum.  I have got to get these pants off.  He takes my face in both his palms and pulls my lips up to his, kissing me hard, demanding that my lips open and take him.  It doesn’t take much convincing.  I would surrender my mouth to much less eagerness.   He groans into my mouth, as my hand is still in his pants, practically assaulting him.  I release his firmness only to tear at his jeans, pushing them aggressively down his thighs.  They drop further of their own accord and Davis steps out of them.  Now, we are both naked, panting and grasping at one another.
    “How many days?” Davis asks, his voice rough with desire.
    “Til what?”  I am confused.
    “Until I can touch you, feel all of you … without a stupid condom.”
    A low giggle comes from somewhere.  Oh, that was me.
    “Seven days.”
    Picking me up, lying me gently on the bed and then quickly hopping up himself, he declares to me, “Let the countdown begin.”  More giggling from me.
    Davis’ hand moves between my legs and finds my most sensitive spot, he circles and circles with his fingers while delivering kisses to my face and licks at my lips.  I can feel the licking all the way down there . 
    “But while we countdown, can you be in me… soon?” I plead.  Davis gives me a groan of agreement and an “Abso-fucking-lutely.”  He rolls on a condom.  One of his magically appearing condoms.  I am slick and ready and slow-ly … slow-ly  he pushes into me.  He rocks into me slow-ly.  I respond and then can no longer comply with this languid pace.  I begin to buck.  Davis keeps right with me.  So close, I am so very close.  From the look on Davis’ face and the unintelligible vocalizations coming from his mouth as we kiss, so is he.  And not so slowly, we crash into a powerful orgasm together.
    ***
                  I can’t move my body, it feels so heavy.  My limbs are all rubbery and vibrating slightly.
    The only movement I’m able to manage is to turn my head toward Davis.  Lying next t o me, shoulder to shoulder, he’s staring at the ceiling, his hand on his forehead.  He sighs deeply,