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her
thighs. She wanted to feel that and much more.
    Zuri had seen enough movies, heard enough
tales from her sister and girlfriends. The art of seduction
certainly wasn't that hard. She knew all the mechanics of sex.
Finding courage in the dim light and avoiding the intensity in his
stare, she undid the top button of his collared shirt, pushing it
through the little slot. She undid the next and the next.
    He didn't touch her, but the rise and fall
of his chest indicated he wanted too. Wisps of chest hair sprang
free and when she had finally unbuttoned his shirt she took her
time to run her fingers through them.
    Christophe placed a hand to her waist, the
other to the tie on her robe. There was no hesitation. Before Zuri
remembered her vulnerability the robe was undone. She nearly backed
out of the game when she was revealed to him but the way he looked
at her weakened her resistance. There was such adoration in his
eyes she relished the feeling of being desired.
    Christophe gently pulled the robe off her
shoulders. She lowered her arms to let the material slide down with
ease. His gaze remained trained on her nipples, ripening under the
chill of the room. For her petite frame, her breasts were quite
large. Her mother always taught them to downplay their womanly
curves as young girls and to hide their figures under loose fitted
clothes or collared dresses.
    Now she understood her body’s appeal. In the
eyes of this handsome stranger her sexuality bloomed. Would he
touch them? Lick and suck them until she thrashed about and
screamed his name.
    "You're French Caribbean?" he asked.
    "How? How did you know?"
    "Say something in French," he said, his
voice hoarse with desire.
    Was he for real? The look he gave her said
yes.
    " Je veux faire l'amour ," she whispered against his ear .
    Zuri's request to make love may have been
premature, since she didn't know his last name, but it was what she
desired. Maybe desire wasn't the appropriate word. She yearned for
more, his touch, his tongue, all of it at once on and over her
skin.
    His eyes remained unreadable. And the kiss
he gave for her reward chased away all doubts. He pinched her left
nipple, then her right. She winced, but made no objection as heat
and arousal spread from her breast down to her pussy. Her eyes
drifted shut and a moan surfaced from deep in her throat through
her partially parted lips.
    Christophe cupped her heavy breasts in his hands. A shiver
trickled down her spine as his thumbs did circular rubs over their
points. She bit down on her tongue to keep from saying how much she
liked it. And then his mouth lowered and he took one achy nipple in
between his teeth.
    Zuri gasped, her eyes stretching wide then
fluttering shut. He suckled her nipple until it was tight and raw,
then he lathed it with the wet heat his tongue and mouth bought.
Her hand grabbed his shoulder as she arched her back further.
    That's when it happened the powerful
sensation of pleasure when he touched her between her legs. She'd
masturbated before in secret, in the shower, and she felt shame for
her actions. But now she knew what she liked, what she desired in a
touch there, and this was exactly what she had hoped for. His
finger tickled her clit until it became engorged with sensations
that made her tremble. Yes! Two fingers went up and down her slit,
slow and easy. Then one carefully eased inside.
    "Mon Dieu!" she exclaimed.
    Christophe immediately began to suckle her
other breasts, and his finger darted in and out of her until she
was slippery and pumping her pussy against his palm. It was
sublime, delicious, hot and sexy. They were things that a man’s
touch should be, she supposed. And it was the beginning.
    Oh he is the one! He was definitely the one.
    Zuri grabbed his face. Christophe released
her nipple with a wet pop and her breast bounced. His finger never
stopped, it kept tunneling. The action made her crave his
whiskey-laced tongue once more. Hot and hungry was the kiss she
forced on