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his delicious attack on my breast, I thought I would come right then and there.
    “ Fuck, you taste so good,” he moaned right before sucking my nipple into his mouth. My back arched, I made sounds like a woman possessed and I think most of my brain went on vacation, while my lower parts decided to have a party.
    At this point, we were lying on the couch, his body on top of mine nestled between my legs, holding himself up with one arm. I could feel every inch of him and there definitely were a few inches to feel. He turned his attention to my other nipple. Groaning, he looked up at me through hooded, dark brown eyes and his stare turned me on even more.
    Now mixed with the pain from earlier, was desire, heat, and longing. The look in his eyes was so potent, it didn’t just affect my libido, but also my heart. He tore a piece off of it right then and there and I could feel it happening.
    But he didn’t give me much time to think about it when he helped me out of my top and bra, pulling his own shirt over his head as well, exposing a well-toned but not over-trained body with a fair amount of hair sprinkled over his chest and down from his bellybutton, disappearing into his pants. Somewhere between his assault on my breasts and him undressing, I had started panting. I couldn’t stop looking at him, wanted to touch and taste him. Not that I’d never seen him topless before, but this was different—this was a whole other world and I was lost in it.
    I wanted to sit up, to kiss and lick what looked so good but he didn’t give me a chance, instead, he moved lower, pulling off my knee-high Chucks and following it up with the skirt. Now I was laying there in just my lace boy cut panties. He looked me up and down and I might have felt self-conscious, but the look in his eyes told me he liked what he saw. If I would have been capable of forming coherent thoughts, I would have thanked the stars for my good genes. I was blessed with some decent sized boobs, hips, and ass, and a fairly flat stomach—when I wasn’t indulging in donuts.
    He kicked of his own Converse sneakers and opened the zipper of his jeans. My mouth went dry—partly from anticipation, partly from excitement, and a good amount of nervousness. He pulled his jeans down and revealed black and blue striped boxer briefs. The erection he was sporting was impressive. While I was lying there, I couldn’t help it; my hand wandered down my breast and stomach and into the front of my panties. I needed to touch myself. He made me feel like I was on fire. His gaze followed my hand and he let out a growl.
    “Fuck, you’re gonna kill me.”
    He moved his body back over mine, kissing me gently before moving down my body again, leaving a trail of kisses, licks, and gentle nips down my stomach, before kissing my folds through my panties. I bucked my hips like a wild woman.
    “God, Ben...please.” I wasn’t sure what I was begging him for—to stop, as I was scared I might explode, or to never stop again.
    He grinned up at me and cocked an eyebrow. “Please what?”
    Bastard. But I couldn’t help it. There was no room for modesty, or manners. All there was was him and me, and all I needed was to feel him.
    “ Please, just fuck me. I need to feel you inside of me.”
    This was all it took. Next thing I knew was my underwear being ripped off, his being pulled down and him hovering over my body. “You have no idea how often I imagined to hear you say that to me.”
    I would have loved to give him a smart-ass retort, but speaking wasn’t high on my list of priorities at the moment. I could feel him rubbing his cock along my folds, hitting my clit occasionally. It was the sweetest form of torture. Slow, sensual, intense.
    I moved my hips up to meet his, to encourage him. I was nearly delirious from desire and need.
    He leaned back down, bringing his mouth to mine. Kissing me slowly, before slipping his tongue into my mouth, and while our tongues engaged in a sensual dance, I