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away when he walked in the door.
    Got it! I pulled out pale, lilac lace nightie and let it slide over my body. I quickly sat at my vanity and did a frantic touch up, making sure to apply heavier lipstick. I was ready now in every way. Just in time, as I heard a knock at the front door.
    I went to the bedroom window to make sure Brady’s truck was in the driveway, partly because I had become a little paranoid, but also because I certainly didn’t want to answer the door looking like I did for anyone else! Thankfully, it was him. I took in a deep breath and made my way downstairs.
    I opened the door slowly, exposing myself to Brady. I watched as his eyes widened like a cartoon characters and his jaw dropped. I put my pointer finger under his chin and pushed his jaw back up while pulling him into a kiss. I was going to take control. I slid my tongue gently through his lips and slowly swirled it around; he matched his pace with mine before moving away slightly.
    “Holy shit, Liz.” He stepped away to catch his breath. “You look so breathtaking. Beyond beautiful.”
    He smelled good, but he looked even fucking better. He was wearing a pair of fitted, low-rise jeans and a t-shirt that showed all his muscles underneath. We’d fooled around a bit before, but this time I wanted all of him. I wanted to touch him everywhere and take him in me.
    “No talking,” I whispered, as I led him to my bedroom. Sliding my lace nightie off, I left it pooled at my feet and started kissing him again. He pulled off his shirt as I helped him slide his jeans down. His hardness was pressing firmly against his boxers. Leading him to my bed, I sat him on the edge as he propped himself with his muscular arms. I went to my knees and slowly moved my hands to his waist, grazing his bulging cock. I held his waist tight to make sure he couldn’t pull his boxers off. Lowering my head, I started gently kissing his now raging hard-on through his boxers. His hands moved down to attempt to slide them off, but I blocked him and shook my head.
    Mouthing patience, I parted my lips slightly and slid them up and down his length; he squirmed submissively. I moved down and swirled my tongue around his cock as I slowly pulled down his boxers, exposing his thick, throbbing muscle. I kept my position and twisted my hand, wrapping it around the base of his cock while I worked his length with my tongue. I gently sucked and stroked. I could feel his body tense and release over and over. I let my mouth slowly climb his large length until I reached the head. I looked up into his eyes, keeping eye contact, as I greedily took his shaft in my mouth. Working my way up and down, I was able to let it slide down into my throat, almost all of his seven inches of thick perfection. I worked on controlling my gag reflex the best I could. Trusting him completely, I did something I had never done before. I took hold of his hands and placed them on the back of my head. He gently grabbed my hair and guided my mouth up and down as he moaned.
    “It’s your turn, babe,” he said, gently tugging my hair, releasing my mouth from his hardness.
    Taking my hand, he raised me up and unhooked my bra, admiring the view in front of him before taking one in his hand and lowering his mouth around the other. He slowly began caressing my nipple with his tongue, moving in sensual circles, using his hand to gently pinch my other nipple. Just this was pleasure overload for me. It was different with Brady than it had been with any of the other guys I had been with in the past. This was special.
    Looking up at me with lust-filled eyes, he gradually glided his hand down my stomach before reaching my lace panties. He began sensually rubbing my clit at a soft and steady pace. I could feel the lace begin to get soaked and, before long, I felt my muscles start to tighten as he continued.
    Reaching down, I slid my panties off and tossed them to the floor. Brady put his hands around my hips and tenderly lifted