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and dirty about those, and nothing of the sort in what was happening
right now. My breath was coming faster as his closeness sparked unknown
sensations throughout my body.
    Russ made a
deft move and next thing I knew, I was on my back, with him leaning above me
and my knees trapped under the leg he had thrown over me. I could tell now that
he was as turned on as I was. He was breathing rapidly, and his erection lay
across the cleft at the top of my legs, creating need in parts of me that I
barely knew existed. But Russ wasn’t paying attention there, or if he was, he
didn’t let on.
    Instead, his
rough fingers were tracing circles around my breasts, spiraling lazily up until
he reached the areolae, first one, then the other. My nipples felt like they
were reaching for him, and in fact I had arched my back and put my shoulders
back to thrust into his fingers, but he denied me the touch I most desired, his
fingers on my nipples, rolling and twisting them like the boys who had been my
only lovers did, so long ago.
    As his fingers
traced rings of fire around my breasts, he plundered my mouth with an insistent
tongue, sometimes nipping at my lips and sucking the lower one in almost
painfully. His taste was intoxicating, his breath laced with something I couldn’t
identify. Returning his kisses, I hesitantly sucked on his tongue as it darted
in, causing him to moan into my mouth.
    Occasionally,
his lips would leave mine and wander to the base of my neck, nibbling, sucking
and kissing there, too until I was wild with lust and ready to scream. Something
I’d never felt before was happening in the molten center of me as moisture
gathered and spilled over.
    Each time Russ
stopped circling and started back at the base of a breast, I moaned and arched
further, until I was bowed on the bed like a sapling in a hurricane. My breath
came in ragged gasps, and I wanted to spread my legs to him, but they were
trapped and I couldn’t move them. His finger approached my straining tip again
and I writhed, hoping to trick him into touching it. This time, he formed a
pincer of his thumb and forefinger, clamping into the nipple in a sudden sharp
pinch that made me cry out.
    “Did that
hurt, Kitten?” His voice was like warm honey, seductive and lustful. The
question was rhetorical.
    “God, no. Do
it again, Russ. God, that’s...” I didn’t have the words to tell him what his
pinch had done to me, sending a signal straight to the muscles inside me, where
they clenched powerfully.
    My eyes had
been clamped shut, but now they flew open to see his face, flushed and smiling,
lower to the other breast. Oh, god, his warm tongue dragged across the
sensitive tip of the nipple, while fireworks went off in my head. Then he
nipped and I screamed my pleasure again.
    “So
responsive,” he murmured. His sensual assault on my breasts and tender nipples
continued until I was moaning and whimpering with every breath. Then, he moved
lower.
    He moved his
leg off my knees and his right hand came down to urge my legs apart, dragging a
thumb along my slit as he worked his hand between my legs and opened it to
spread me until I was fully exposed to him. Delicately, he dipped a finger into
the opening, then out again, bringing a slick rope of moisture with it.
    “That’s my
girl,” he murmured. “You’re so wet for me already.” His approval thrilled me
and sent waves of pleasure spreading from my groin, where his finger was
teasing my most sensitive spot, to my extremities. He left my breasts for a
moment, only to come up for a deep kiss as his finger thrust into me again. I
moaned into his mouth and was met with an answering moan that set me on fire.
    Bringing the
hand that had been between my legs to my breast to roll my nipple again, the
slick wetness causing it to pucker with unexpected cooling, Russ’s warm mouth
engulfed it seconds later.
    A groan of
pleasure escaped his lips as he whispered, “You taste like nectar. I can’t wait
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