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deliberately toward mine. “I want to hear you screaming my name,” he whispers.
    “Please, Chris,” I beg, my head tipping back on a neck that’s no longer strong enough to support it. “I need you.” Before the words are out of my mouth, my hand is blindly darting to his crotch, clumsily trying to yank his zipper down.
    “Hey,” he chuckles, the fingers of his free hand closing over mine. “Don’t you want to get something to eat first?”
    All that came from my mouth was a frustrated whimper.
    “Because I’ve gotta tell you,” he says warmly, his lips placing gentle kisses across my jaw line. “If we start something now, neither of us will be going anywhere for several hours.”
    I want to scream, ‘you’ve already started something’, but instead, I moan something unintelligible. I continue to fight with his hand, trying to wrench my fingers out of his grasp.
    “You really want it?” he asks, his voice deeper than usual as something seems to stir in him.
    “Yes,” I hiss, the word elongated on a shallow exhale.
    “Get up,” he suddenly requests, his hand leaving my body and appearing from beneath my dress.
    “Huh?”
    “Get up,” he repeats more firmly.
    On very unsteady legs, I do as he asks. He does the same, grasping my fingers between his. With the other hand at the small of my back, he guides me around the couch. At first, I think we’re heading to the bedroom, although I’m confused as to how he knows where it is. It soon becomes clear, however, that our destination is much nearer.
    Staying behind me, Chris steers me to the back of the couch, before pushing the length of his body against mine. Reflexively, my hands shoot forward, grasping the top of the couch to prevent myself from toppling.
    “I used to dream about this,” he mutters, his fingers leaving my hand and smoothing over my ass. “Taking you from behind,” he adds by way of explanation. Both hands stroke up to my hips, before one lifts to the tiny zipper between my shoulder blades.
    “Chr-” I gasp, as I hear the zip being pulled down.
    “So beautiful,” he mumbles, seemingly to himself, as he runs his tongue down the bare skin of my back. I feel him sink to his knees, pulling the dress over my hips, until it drops to the carpet.
    I lift one foot then the other, kicking the puddle of black fabric out of the way. My fingers are trembling, as they clench the back of the couch. This, like our encounter last night, was not the way I’d imagined being with Chris. However, it was infinitely hotter than anything I could have imagined.
    On the return journey, his hands move smoothly up the outside of my legs, clearly enjoying the nylon. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he whispers, again mostly to himself. When he reaches my panties, he quickly yanks them down.
    Again, I step out of the circle of fabric, using my toe to push it to one side. In my heels, Chris and I are more even in height. Rather than the foot or so he usually towers above me, he’s only a couple of inches taller. I can feel the hot length in his pants pushing against one naked buttock. The sensation causes my entire body to jerk, as a flood of arousal coats my sex and seeps onto my inner thighs.
    “Chris,” I moan, leaning back into him. “Fuck me,” I plead.
    Scooping my hair from my shoulder with one hand, he begins to suck on the skin at my throat. I can feel the other hand at his waistband and I hear the sound of a belt being unclasped and pants being tugged down. Then, it’s the soft skin of his naked cock that’s touching my ass and spreading heat throughout my body.
    Grasping my hips, he tips me forward and I let him drape me over the couch. Of their own volition, my legs slide further apart, not caring about the wanton display I’m giving him.
    “Oh yeah,” he murmurs, as I sense him examining me carefully.
    “Shit,” I screech, as he suddenly spears me. The long hours of anticipation have readied me, but still the sudden fullness is a