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taste her fully. She opened eagerly to welcome him.
    Through the blurry, hot haze of their kiss, she felt him lift her up in his strong arms. The room tilted and swayed as he spun around, and then she found herself lying back on the bed. The velvet bedspread was soft under her, and the canopied posters enclosed them in their own warm, intimate space.
    He pulled back from her, breaking their kiss, and she cried out with incoherent need. He rose up above her to shed his jacket and tug his tie free before coming back into her waiting, eager arms.
    Their mouths met again in a hungry kiss, full of the vital need built up over years, the hunger for love and belonging, for each other. He tasted of champagne and clean mint, of that darkness that was only his and that she craved so much.
    Her legs parted as he leaned into her body and she felt the hardness of him through their clothes. It sent a thrill all through her, that sign that he wanted her, needed her, just as she did him. Once wasn’t nearly enough for them.
    He slid her gown away from her skin, slowly easing it down as he kissed each inch he bared. His lips and tongue touched every curve, every freckle, as if she were a beautiful, exotic goddess he worshiped. As the beaded satin slipped away from herbreasts, he captured her aching nipple in his mouth, rolling it over his tongue as she cried out with the pleasure of it all.
    She reached out blindly to unfasten his shirt, ripping away one of the buttons in her haste, until finally his chest was bare. She tossed the linen away like a drifting ghost into the darkness, and as he slid slowly down the length of her body she traced a light caress over his bare shoulders, his chest. She marveled over the texture of his bare skin, so hot and smooth over his lean muscles. He was so gorgeous—and he was hers, all hers, even if it was only for tonight.
    He drew her dress and her knickers all the way off and they drifted away to join his shirt. She only wore her stockings and her dancing shoes, and it was a very naughty sensation indeed.
    David gently parted her legs even wider and lay between them. As she watched, gasping for breath, he kissed the flare of her hip, the soft, sensitive bare skin above her garter.
    And then, to her shock, his fingers gently parted the hot, wet folds of her womanhood and he kissed her there. His tongue plunged into her, tasting her deeply, and a hundred fiery sensations raced through her.
    â€œDavid!” she cried out. She tangled her fingers in his hair, but whether to pull him away or draw him closer she didn’t know. He wouldn’t leave her. He was relentless, kissing her deeper and deeper until she shattered into exquisite pleasure.
    Only then did he slide back up the length of her trembling body. He lowered himself over her, his face pressed to the curve of her neck and shoulder as he unfastened his trousers and then slid his body into hers in one smooth thrust.
    Lulu gasped at this new and yet now wonderfully familiar sensation of delicious fullness. She arched her back to meet him fully, to be as close as she could. He drew back and plunged forward again, faster and faster, deeper, until she was sure their very souls touched.
    She closed her eyes tightly to feel every single touch, every movement of his body against hers. She had to remember this, to keep it with her always. His hands traced down her bare arms to take her hands in his, twisting their fingers together as if to bind her to him. But she was already with him, completely.
    She wrapped her legs around his hips as he thrust again, even deeper. She could feel that knot of pleasure unraveling inside her, expanding, flowing, until it filled every inch of her. Even her toes and fingertips tingled, and she thought she would burst into flames! Sparks exploded behind her closed eyes—red, white, green—and she cried out as her climax washed over her.
    â€œLulu!” he called out as his body arched over hers. Then he