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With slow deliberation, he rubbed his fingers over the tiny slit and used the liquid to coat his prick.
    It felt good. His cock was almost standing up and begging for attention, but he knew it would be a hell of a lot better if it were Mia's hand doing the touching. Had she truly decided to take a chance on them? He was sure he hadn't swayed her in any way, that mind bending was not his forte and against their creed anyway. Dylan decided to let her take charge and see what happened.
    Mia swallowed. The ripple of her throat made his mouth dry. That innocent action made him desperate to taste her. She lifted her hand toward his face and let it drop.
    "Will this dinner wait?" Her voice was husky.
    "As long as you want," he assured her, thinking it could always be sent back to the kitchen and re-heated, even if Jacques did have a fit. If not, there was such a thing as a microwave. "Although, you did say you want my fantasy and in my fantasy, you'll imitate me. Do to yourself just what I'm doing to myself."
     
    Mia gulped. Okay, it was one thing touching yourself by yourself; in fact, apart from the odd boring encounter, that had been the norm for more years than she remembered. But in front of someone else? That was more years than she cared to remember. However, she decided nothing ventured and all that. And she wanted to. She wanted to see his eyes spark with desire—for her. She needed to feel desired and cherished and the sole focus of someone's heat and passion. No, not someone, she admitted. This one.
    She dropped the napkin onto the table next to her plate and with slow deliberation moved her hand downward to play with the curls covering her mound. They tickled her fingers and curled around her nails.
    Should I shave? Have a short back and sides? Would he like that? The look of desire on Dylan face stopped her thinking. His eyes were dark, almost black, but they simmered with a heat that seared her. Mia's skin tingled and her nipples tightened. The muscles in her channel spasmed and it was all she could do not to demand he take over touching her so she could just feel. This was it, no turning back and no desire to. It was all so against the grain of her now normal attitude that Mia shook with the intensity of what she craved.
    "Inside." His voice was hoarse. "Touch inside. In the way you'd like me to touch you. Show me, Mia. Show me."
    Her body was on fire as she moved her hand. She'd show him, and rejoiced that she'd found a person who desired her so much.
    "Like this?" With an insouciance she wouldn't have believed she had, Mia wet her fingers in her mouth and moved them to her pussy. Slowly, she pushed inside herself. The look on his face gave her courage to move them further inside. As she scraped the walls of her channel, her clit tingled and sharp arrows of pleasure honed in on her nipples. Her juices coated her fingers, and without conscious thought, she moved her hand to coat her nipples with her essence. She trembled as she returned it to her heated sheath. Her head fell back and she gave herself to the sensations that bombarded her.
    "My turn." Dylan stood up and pushed his chair back. It fell over and hit the floor with a bang . Mia jumped at the unexpected noise and her hand moved out of her channel and dropped onto her lap. He lifted it to his lips.
    "Ah, so good, it tastes of you." Goose bumps covered her skin as he put her fingers into his mouth and licked them one by one. "Now I can't wait, my lovely Mia. Are you ready?"
      She nodded, her mouth dry as Dylan bent his head and sucked her clit deep into his mouth. Mia screamed and arched into him as her climax flooded her. He held her firm in the seat as lights flashed under her eyelids. Her body was so hot she was sure the chair would combust. He flicked his tongue over her sensitive nub, and then drove said tongue inside her channel. Nothing registered except the pleasure that filled her, made her shake and scream again.
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