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comes in and
kisses me hard, opening my lips with his to find my tongue again and suck on
it. Grinding me mindless, rocking my body up and down, all I want is for him to
do that. The delicious burning ache is so intense and so, so good.
    I bend my neck as he kisses my earlobe.
“I want you, Annie.” The heat of his breath sizzles me, but the words are what
really knock me over. I’ve wanted to hear this ever since the first day I saw
him. He’d been thumbing through one of his textbooks on the way to class when
the shade disappeared and the sun bounced bright off the white page. He’d
looked up to the sky and the light caught the blue in his eyes so beautifully
that my mouth had dropped open. I’d been sitting under the tree he walked
under, enjoying the same shade and doing my usual disappearing act. I just
stared at him. Of course he didn’t see me. I thought he was going to leave, but
instead he backed up into the shade right in front of me to finish what he was
reading, giving me full license to gaze at his profile, memorizing his angled
chin, the strength of his neck, his arm taught under the grasp of the stack of
books he balanced. When he closed the top one, I watched him walk all the way
into the building, thinking, if I married that man, I would be the happiest
woman who ever lived. I just knew. It felt like I had always loved him.
    “I
want you too, Brendan,” I say, so quietly I’m not sure if he can hear me. By
the look in his eyes, he did. He wrestles the arms out of his jacket, chucking
it to the ground. I struggle with the buttons of his shirt while he helps me,
and as bit by bit, his chest is revealed, I just stare in awe.
    “You’re
making me blush,” he jokes.
    “Yeah
right.” Lust whips through me as my fingertips trace the two delicious lines
leading down to the promised land . He’s so grown up
now. I bend to kiss his broadened chest, tasting him. He groans and bends into
me. My hands rest on the belt of his jeans as I kiss my way across his chest. I
lock eyes with him as I unzip his jeans.
    He
watches, his breath short. But then again something changes in his eyes. “Your
eyes… they’re beautiful.”
    “Thank
you.”
    “Are
you sure we haven’t met?”
    No! Please. I don’t want to stop kissing
you. My body rages war with my sense of integrity. Please don’t take this
chance away from me. I don’t want to stop. Looking away to hide my giveaway
blues, I mumble, “Maybe we’ve had sex before and you just don’t remember.”
    He
chuckles. “If we had sex, I don’t think you’d have forgotten.”
    Instinctively,
I counter, “Yeah well, I didn’t think I was so forgettable either.” Kicking
myself, I add, “If we had met, I
mean. So, we haven’t.” I slide my hand into his jeans and grab his cock with
confidence, stroking it. “Do you want me to stop?” I am evil.
    He
makes the sexiest noise I’ve ever heard. “No. Don’t stop.”
    I
unzip, slide his jeans down to the floor. “Are you sure? Now’s your chance to
walk away a free man.” I’m feeling like the worst person ever born, but the
second I see his cock, my pussy screams at me to keep going. I have to taste
it. I have to. I bend and take it into my mouth, shutting everything else out.
    He
grabs onto my head like he can’t help it. His head falls back and he moans as I
take all of him into my mouth. I cup the soft fragileness of his sack, toying
with it gently. The blood pulsing more and more into his cock is intoxicating.
I drive him insane, licking and stroking him, alternating the speed so that
when he teeters on the brink of collapse, so close to cumming, I switch gears,
slowing down before I build up again, over and over. He yells out, leaning
forward and holding onto the wall behind me so he doesn’t fall. I grab his ass
with my free hand pulling him back and forth hungrily. I touch the soft space
under his sack and he practically yelps. “Oh God! Stop! I won’t be able to hold
back. Stop.”