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heat of his touch devours me. I feel the buzz engulf me.
    Buttons on my shirt pop open, revealing wanton flesh and black lingerie. His mouth finds mine as our kisses channel our growing desire; harder, faster, longer, deeper, kiss upon kiss. There is no beginning and there is no end; only his lips upon mine and I never want them to stop. The feeling is heavenly and the itch in my crotch is a full-on fire. His palm massages the fabric of my jeans as we continue to trade kisses but he is a tease. Surely he knows what to do? Have I not shown him the way? Why does he play with me so when clearly I need more?
    â€˜What are you waiting for?’ I moan through kiss-hungry lips.
    He looks at me and I see the flames of longing and desire bubble and ignite in his eyes. Pressed against the elevator wall with my shirt unbuttoned, I am his for the taking. So take me! I beg silently. Don’t play games with me, not now when my desire is tattooed across my face so clearly for you to see.
    The button on my jeans opens as he works it free with his thumb and finger. I feel the zip start to give and the pressure release is immediate. Pressing me further into the elevator wall, Matt kisses me harder, still nailing me to the wall with his rock-hard body, freeing up his hands to wriggle my jeans down my hips. His palm flattens against the crotch of my panties and I shiver with anticipation of what he is about to do. Invade me with your fingers. Tease me with your touch. Leave me gasping for release. Do it all. Do everything! I am greedy and needy for your touch.
    His palm rests there, not moving, heat radiating off it and surging through me. I am wet for him. My sex aches for his attention. I press myself against his palm as if he needs further encouragement. He kisses me as his fingers breach the boundary of my panties and now we’re getting somewhere. Another kiss and another and now his fingers are starting to wander and it’s a struggle to concentrate on anything. Matt nuzzles my ear with his teeth and I sigh involuntarily.
    â€˜Don’t go anywhere,’ he whispers playfully.
    Where am I going to go, exactly? I ponder as he starts to work his way down my body and his finger massages my source of infinite pleasure. I bite my lips to stop myself from yelling out encouragement but the sensation of his rough digit on my delicate pearl is sending all the right signals buzzing through my brain. He slips his finger free, instantly replacing it with his thumb, and I am powerless to prevent the slide of my jeans down my thighs and lower still. My head feels woozy and I am thankful for the elevator wall to stop me floating away into the stratosphere.
    I feel his lips on my stomach, warm and moist and intoxicating, and my heart skips a beat. Wicked thoughts circle and spiral in my head and I have to bite my lip again as Matt hooks his fingers into my panties and peels them slowly but surely away from my sex. I am naked and exposed. Letting my panties fall, Matt kisses each thigh in turn before working his mouth up my inner thigh. The knowledge of what he is about to do makes me wetter still. Gently, he parts my lips with his fingers before running his tongue over my pussy lips. He is hot and rough and the contrasting sensations make me gasp out loud. This is too much and yet it is everything and more. This isn’t happening. I have drifted off into the darkest recesses of my mind.
    He parts my lips wider, allowing his tongue access to my pussy, then he invades me. His tongue is rough and hard and insistent. I shiver with the excitement of his touch and then, like some Zen master, he presses his thumb to my clit and I am lost, a prisoner to the sensations screaming through my body. He holds me in place, a hand on my stomach pressing me against the wall as he tongues me with hard, determined strokes. All the while his thumb beats out its own hypnotic rhythm on my pearl. The sensations build rapidly; they sizzle and spark from deep