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of their desire dance across her
skin.
    Tom stood behind her, their bodies barely touching. As he
slowly lowered the zipper of her dress, Lindy began to tremble. She wanted to
feel awkward and wanted to question her motives but as the tips of his fingers
ran down the length of her spine all she knew was that she wanted him.
    Tom pushed the dress from her shoulders and it dropped to
the floor, pooling around her bare feet. Lindy wondered briefly if she had
bothered with matching underwear—she couldn’t remember. She hoped he wasn’t
disappointed. She took care of herself but her hips were proportionately as
full as her breasts and she hoped he didn’t think her fat.
    “My God, Lindy, you are magnificent,” he whispered with a
sigh. “A real woman.”
    “That means chubby, right?”
    “No, that means delicious. A man likes to feel the softness
of a woman. It is part of the appeal.”
    Tom peeled the underwear over her hips and slid it down her
clenched thighs until it met her dress on the floor. Next, he unfastened her
bra and it joined the clothes on the floor. Dropping to his knees, he bit at
the soft, rounded cheek of her bottom, quickly following with his tongue to
ease the sting.
    Lindy whimpered softly as he slid his hands between her legs
and opened her. His tongue headed straight to the opening of her core and
delved inside for a taste. Prodding, he tasted her sweetness.
    Lindy could feel the pressure building as the pointed tip
pressed at her G-spot and her legs started to shake. She had never wanted
anything more than she wanted this moment and she shuddered.
    Tom gripped her thighs tightly and pulled them farther
apart. His thumb found her clit and slid gently across the hard nub as he
pushed two fingers inside her. Lindy was moaning now, the release pushing at
her.
    She struggled to hold on to some semblance of control but
when Tom pressed on the sensitive bundle of nerves Lindy fell over the edge,
the sweet flood of her ecstasy running through his fingers.
    Shuddering and weak, she held on to his head for support.
Tom sucked on her mound and then looked up at her. “Mmm, delicious.”
    He stood and Lindy was glad he put his arms around her for
support. As he kissed her she could taste her essence in his mouth and it
aroused her even more.
    Like an animal in heat she clawed at his shirt, raising it
over his head and tossing it to the floor. Reaching for his jeans, she popped
open the snap and lowered the zipper, careful of the bulge from his obvious
erection.
    Pushing the jeans from his hips, she was somehow not
surprised to find that he wore no underwear. His cock sprang free and Lindy
could not stop herself from dropping to her knees. She had to taste him.
    Tentatively she licked at the rim of skin covering the head of
him. Pushing it back with her tongue, she took the tip into her mouth and
sucked gently. The drop of moisture was smooth and slippery on her tongue and
they moaned simultaneously. He tasted of the sea—warm and salty, a bit tangy
and very dangerous.
    Lindy explored him with her tongue, cupping his balls to
feel the weight of them in her hand. She squeezed gently while allowing his
length to slide deeper into her throat.
    Tom’s hands were in her hair, not pushing or forcing her
movement. It was though he just enjoyed the softness of it against his
fingertips. His hips began to move ever so slightly and Lindy took her task to
heart, wanting to give him as much pleasure as she had just received.
    Tom looped his arm beneath hers and lifted her to her feet.
    “This will be over before it begins if you don’t stop.” He
smiled but his voice quivered as he tried to control his need.
    Lindy attempted to smile in return but her desire was
pushing hard and she was struggling with the break in the action. Tom pushed
her back onto the bed and crawled in beside her, propping himself on one elbow,
looking at her. Lindy was embarrassed by his close scrutiny. Their eyes met and
the fear disappeared