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a
woman, a lady, and his for the night.
    He tossed the box to the bed and came on
top. Hands first, he stopped at her feet. "You're so natural, so
fresh. I like that," he said, taking her foot into his hand. She
watched him curiously as he massaged her foot with his thumbs.
    Her back arched, the action relaxed every
tendon. She was used to massages. Thanks to her mother, she and her
sister enjoyed them since they were three. But this, oh sweet
merciful Christ, no one ever told her a man could do one such as
this.
    "You like that?"
    "I... yes."
    "I wanted to be a physical therapist once
upon a time, to heal people. That and a poet," he chuckled. She
knew the latter was said with such snide humor he was lying. But
she didn't care. There was indeed something poetic about his
touches, his kisses, his tongue. And Zuri loved poetry.
    "Then I'm a lucky
girl. Merci ," she
moaned, not even bothering to ask why he made the leap into sexy
businessman. He pushed back on her foot forcing Zuri to bend her
knee, thus parting her thighs and showing him her arousal. All the
while, he massaged the bunched muscles in her calves and worked her
foot until her toes felt as loose as jelly. All the fear and
anxiety eased from her weary bones. Even the tummy ache she had
from the alcohol was gone. It was
magic.
    "May I?"
    "Huh?" her lids opened from her heavy with
desire. He was pushing both her thighs up and apart before the
action registered with her brain. He then traced his tongue over
the sensitive skin of her clit. She lowered her crossed arms from
her breasts and gripped the bed sheets when he dragged her down the
mattress. She pulled the sheets with her to the edge.
    He knelt before the foot of the bed. With
her legs spread apart she revealed more than he could ever have
imagined. He flicked his tongue at her bud and Zuri smiled at how
it quivered in response. Christophe fastened his lips on her
clitoris and she shuddered. Pleasure rocketed through her pelvis
almost violently.
    His tongue was insistent. It probed and gave
delicious swirls that ended in licks and nips that had her
thrashing about. She wanted to close her thighs, but all attempts
were thwarted by the powerful way he kept her pinned as he feasted.
She tried to scoot back and away, and he growled his impatience,
dragging her back down. When she thought she'd scream with
maddening delight he let go his hold and inserted his finger.
Zuri's back bowed from the mattress.
    "I want more," he grunted in such a deep
hoarse voice her pussy clenched.
    Zuri barely opened her eyes, racked with
warm zings of pleasures all through her channel as she neared her
end. But he pulled her down off the bed and fell to his back. At
first, disoriented with desire, she didn't understand. She soon
uncovered his true intent when he lifted her and forced her to sit
on his face.
    Zuri fell forward, her hands flat to both
sides of his head and her breasts circling. He pierced her cunt
with his tongue then licked up to her clitoris. She grunted,
sweating and panting, now on the edge of abandon.
    He did things she couldn't name. It was more
feeling, probing, kissing, licking, sucking down there until she
was digging her nails into the carpet. She ended up bouncing on his
face and creaming him like some brazen harlot. She couldn't believe
the primal urge to shake loose every drop of her essence. Once
done, she fell forward, his face still buried beneath her. He eased
her up off him and she felt weightless again as he picked her up
and then positioned her on the bed.
    She felt him shift and reach beyond her as
the sound of the box opening and the unraveling of a row of condoms
caused her to blush. She would have watched, wanted to see the
beast of a cock between his legs sheathed, but she turned on her
side, holding herself around her abdomen while shuddering out the
last of her orgasm. She shuddered until the urge to come was
gone.
    He flipped her over onto her back, took her
face into his palms and he forced