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to my neck, moaning as he
licked and sucked it. His fingertips pinched my nipples and rolled
them back and forth, sending waves of pleasure down to my sensitive
clit. With every second that he touched me, every kiss, my need for
him deepened.
    His
erection pressed against my pencil skirt, and I quickly reached back
to unzip it and slid it down my thighs, wanting nothing more than to
feel his sex between my legs.
    A
soft laugh escaped his lips, blowing warm air onto my neck. “For
someone who didn't seem like she wanted it, you're awfully eager.”
    “ Do
you have any idea how long it's been since I've had sex?” I
breathed, allowing my hands to rake through his hair as his kisses
traveled down my chest.
    “ None.”
Garret flicked the tip of his tongue across one of my nipples.
    “ Five
years.” I moaned from the intense feel of him sucking my nipple
into his mouth, his tongue skillfully teased the tip.
    My
hands caressed the bulge in his jeans before moved to unbuckle his
belt. The sound of his zipper being pulled down mixed beautifully
with the slurping that his mouth made against my skin. Soon, I was
pulling Garret's jeans over his ass, listening to the added noise of
them falling to the floor. Now, the only thing that separated me from
his erect manhood was a pair of cotton boxer shorts, which were easy
enough removed.
    Garret
backed up for a moment to take off his shoes and socks, and I did the
same. Though my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, I still couldn't
see him all that well. Oh how I wanted to see him. But seeing him
naked would mean him seeing me naked, and that simply wasn't
acceptable at this point in our relationship.
    When
his footwear had been tossed aside, Garret returned to me, and my
hand instantly honed in on his cock, feeling the length of it. He was
sizable, and I briefly wondered how I would manage to take him inside
of me. It had been so long that I was practically a born again
virgin, unless you counted the box of toys I had at home that barely
ever saw the light of day.
    I
worked Garret's shaft in my hand, enjoying the hard feel of it.
Knowing he was aroused because of me was satisfying, and I longed to
give him what he wanted.
    His
hand slipped between my legs, and I spread them a bit wider for him,
allowing him access. Garret pressed a finger gently between the folds
of my lips and teased my clit. It took everything in me not to hump
his hand.
    Soon,
he was moving aside the thin strip of material that separated his
hand from my wetness. Slowly, Garret pushed a finger inside,
intruding. I moaned as he penetrated me until his palm was cupping my
clit.
    “ Sit
up on the bed,” Garret told me, wrapping his hands around the
waistband of my underwear to pull them off as I lifted myself. “Lie
back and spread your legs for me.”
    I
was more than happy to comply, giddily anticipating what was to come.
He reinserted his finger, first one and then a second. It felt a bit
uncomfortable, but my body soon adjusted. When the fingers were
knuckle deep, Garret began swirling them around, exploring my inner
walls. I groaned in abandonment, lustful from his touch.
    I
could feel him shift between my legs, and then the warm sensation of
his breath set my body on fire as his mouth closed around my clit,
sucking and licking it until I knew I couldn't take much more. My
fingers curled into his short blonde hair as he skillfully lapped up
my juices before giving my clit a massage with the flat part of his
tongue.
    “ I
want you inside me,” I cried out, not wanting to come from his
oral stimulation.
    On
command, Garret rose from between my legs, grabbing me by my hips to
pull me closer toward the edge of the bed. His breathing was labored
from stimulating me, and I enjoyed the sound of it as I waited for
him to guide his manhood into me.
    The
tip touched my opening, and my body gave resistance. Wow, I didn't
remember it being this difficult to put it in. Then again, it had
been years since I'd last had