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    I take in a deep breath as he pulls them down, exposing my pussy for him to see. I can hear a small growl escape from his lips. I smile to myself, but remain quiet, wondering if I should ask him if there is something down there that he likes. I feel sexy for once, so I seize the opportunity to really give him a good time. After all, he is paying for it.
    “Something you like?” I ask him, peering up to see him on his knees with my dress bunched under his chin.
    “Shaved… something about a clean shaved woman does something to me…” He trails off and begins to kiss every inch around, but never once touching it. My body is in overdrive and if I was alone, there is no doubt that I would be fingering myself by now. I just can’t take the wait anymore!
    My hands fist the sheets and I let out a quiet moan.
    “Is there something you would like, Madeline?” Brian asks while looking up at me again. This time he is wearing a mischievous little smirk. He is playful and I freaking love it.
    “I… I… want…” I can’t get the words out. Every sentence I try and form, but he touches me and I lose all my train of thought.
    “I guess not. I’ll just do what I want, but this dress is getting in my way so it’s going to have to go.” Without effort, he lifts me from the bed and stands me up once again. My legs feel like complete jello and my body sways. I feel drunk, but there is no way that is possible from a single glass of wine.
    Quickly he pulls the dress over my head without any problem, and now I am left there in nothing but a bra. The same lace bra that matches my fancy panties.
    “This needs to go too…” Brian mumbles while unclasping the bra and kissing along my collarbone. I melt against his body, leaning on him to keep from falling over. I can feel his erection pressing against my stomach and the only thing I want to do is rub it before dropping to the floor and taking it in my mouth. These thoughts and ideas aren’t like me, but then again, I’m unsure if I really know who I truly am anymore. I’m a stranger stuck in the only body I’ve ever known. Maybe this is all part of discovering who I am.
    The bra falls to the dark wood floor, the sound echoing through the oversized bedroom. Brian’s hands continue to explore every inch of my body in the most gentle manner. Inch-by-inch, his fingers trace over my warming skin, goosebumps covering the areas he’s explored. The tips of his fingers brush against my pert nipples and a shiver runs through my body.
    “These…” After eyeing my breasts, Brian whispers in my ear, his hot breath sending another chill through my body, “are perfect.” His mouth explores my earlobe down, only coming to a stop once he has a nipple in between his perfect teeth. My knees are weakening and I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to stay on my feet without falling over.
    “I…I…” I’m a stuttering idiot now, I think to myself, unable to get a complete sentence out with him touching me like this. “I have to lie back on the bed,” I finally manage to get out. Still fully dressed, with only a couple buttons undone on his shirt, Brian takes a couple steps back and watches me as I take the spot I’d been occupying on the bed once again.
    “You look perfect right there. Like you belong in my bed, Madeline.” His words scare me because I feel at home here and it is the damnedest thing. I don’t belong here. This isn’t my home, and this man isn’t someone I know at all. He is a man paying me for my time. I have to keep reminding myself of this. I can’t get swept up into this bullshit romance movie nonsense. Because this is exactly what it seems like. This stuff doesn’t happen in real life, not to people like me anyway.
    “I think you’re overdressed.”
    A smile replaces the serious look that masked his face, his mood turning somewhat playful. He is damn sexy and I don’t want to wait any longer for him. I’m sick of waiting on men.