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with confidence. I looked sensational. My curves were what Rick kept telling me men wanted and, finally, I had started to believe him.
    I was sexy, damn it, and it was time to truly feel it.
    "Oh my God," Rick smiled as I slowly walked back into the hotel bedroom. "Va-fucking-voom."
    "You like?" I asked as I crawled up onto the bed on all fours. I slinked over his body like a cat, stroking at his erection beneath the white cotton sheets.
    "I don't just like, I love," he replied, kissing my lips and licking slowly and delicately at my tongue with his. I moved languorously down his neck and chest, licking between the swoops and curves of his hard pectoral muscles, pausing briefly to nibble cheekily at his nipples. His hands stroked up the side of my breasts, the soft lace of my bra barely able to contain my delectable cleavage and erect peaks.
    My tongue made its way down to abs as hard as granite, my fingers playfully and slowly pulling the sheet downwards to reveal inch after inch of aroused cock. I looked up at him briefly and giggled before running the tip of my tongue slowly from the base of his shaft all the way to his engorged head. Salty pre-come danced on my taste buds and, with a groan from above, I took him into my mouth. That magnificent manhood, my lips stretched around it, sent shockwaves through my body that ended between my legs, soaking my expensive panties. I rolled my tongue and moved back and forth, barely able to fit even half of him in my mouth without gagging. I closed my eyes at the thought of him entering me, this huge cock once again parting my soaked entrance and delivering thrust after rock-hard thrust inside me.
    I was getting ahead of myself, exciting myself far too soon. Instead, I gave my attention back to my man and revelled in how sexy I felt – slutty, almost – giving him the blow job of his life as my fingers slipped inside my panties and teased my sensitive clit. Waves of warm juice flooded my insides as my muffled moans revealed my exaltation. Rick growled his approval from above before lifting me to him suddenly. I gasped as his erection was released, my wet lips meeting his again before he guided me on top of him, rubbing his hardness against the gusset of my soaked lingerie.
    “ I want to taste you,” he said. “Now.”
    He flipped me onto my back and watched as I massaged my slick folds through my glistening lace panties. With a grin, he hooked both thumbs below the thin waistband and slid them down my legs, my high heels pointed skywards as he slowly removed the sopping wet underwear. He inhaled their aroma before playfully tossing them behind him and sliding his strong hands down my smooth, sheer stockings. My inner thighs, slick with juices that had trickled down them before my barely-there panties had been removed, were parted at the insistence of his touch.
    “ You’re soaking,” he smiled.
    I intended to tease him mercilessly. “Dripping,” I whispered. “For you.”
    He ran a finger down my belly and over my pubic bone, causing me to catch my breath. My legs were fully parted now, stilettos planted in the mattress. “Wider,” he insisted. I complied. “Wider still.”
    I gasped as I felt my drenched pussy open completely like a flower in bloom, my folds unsealed and inviting him to explore the sweet passage beyond. He slowly lowered his head, his breath hitting my sex as a prelude to his touch. I cupped my breasts and gently pinched the hard nipples beneath my lace bra, shocked at how sensitive they had become. My fingertips were already too much to take; instead, I peeled back the fabric and exposed them, allowing the air to kiss their hard tips.
    With a single stroke, Rick’s tongue slid up my drenched opening before slowly settling on my swollen clit, lingering there and flicking at it like a device of divine torture.
    I came immediately.
    My first small orgasm of the night - and small is a subjective term, mind you - enveloped my body as Rick tormented me with