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endlessly. I sat on the
bed waiting, impatient for him to be naked. He unbuttoned his
shirt, the material revealing a toned chest covered in masculine
hair. His stomach was taut and his thighs were firm. The pants
dropped to the floor, followed by silk boxers.
    “You seem to like what you see.”
    “I do.”
    “You sure you don’t want a younger guy?”
    “No.”
    He leaned over me. “It’s not too late to run.
If there’s something you don’t like, you’ll tell me, right?”
    I touched his shoulders, feeling their heat.
“Oh, just kiss me, Mr. Hollander. Please.”
    Whatever shyness I had felt was a distant
memory. The sight of him naked, and that particular look in his
eye, had my pussy throbbing with arousal. His cock, which was
jutting, looked deliciously wicked, and I couldn’t wait to touch it
and explore every inch. There wasn’t anything even remotely scary
about him. He sat on the bed, and our lips met. Eager tongues
thrust and parried, entwining with need. I gripped his shoulders,
my fingertips digging into his flesh.
    He moaned against my mouth. “Oh, Jess.”
    I touched his chest, feeling the beating of
his heart, strong and rhythmic. I’d never explored a man before,
and I was bursting with curiosity to map out the alien terrain. I
knew a woman’s body like the back of my hand, but this was a
naughty mystery that had yet to be revealed. He held my breasts,
picking them up, his thumbs rubbing over my nipples.
    “Omm…” It felt so good to be touched like
this.
    Our mouths fused for long moments, tongues
meeting and thrusting. The kiss was more perfect, not too wet or
too aggressive. He took his time plundering me, the slick feel of
his tongue renewed the tingles in my tummy; my insides felt like
they were going to explode with pleasure. A creamy sludge dampened
my pussy, the lips feeling swollen and throbbing. A manly hand
drifted over my belly, massaging and rubbing the skin, going even
lower. He slid between my legs, cupping my mound.
    “Honey…you’re so wet.”
    I wrapped my arms around his neck, partially
out of embarrassment. “I get that way. I’m sorry.”
    “There’s nothing to be sorry for.”
    His finger sunk into my swollen folds.
“Oohh…” Whenever Carmen touched me, I seemed to lose my mind to
lust. Tonight would be no different. I loved the feel of another
person’s hand stroking my pussy. It was naughty and utterly
decadent being fingered and caressed. “Oh, my God, Joe!”
    He kissed me, while his finger slid in and
out, making squishing sounds. I wrapped my hand around his cock,
feeling the hard length of him. My thumb rubbed over the rounded
tip, displacing fluid. He was leaking!
    “Oh, honey, Jess…”
    His beard chafed, but I loved it. He was so
gentle and enticing, nothing like Stuart had been in the garden. I
wasn’t threatened in the least. On the contrary, I wanted so much
more than what he offered. The feel of his finger in my cunt,
massaging the silken passage, was enough to drive me off the
cliff…but it wasn’t enough.
    “Suck my pussy, Mr. Hollander.” He murmured
something inaudible, groaning. I massaged his cock, enjoying the
feel of it in my hand, but I wanted to taste him. “Oh, never mind.”
I pushed against him, and he fell to the bed. Then I took what I
wanted, wrapping my lips around his head, which elicited a lengthy
groan. The taste was decidedly salty. I had never given head
before, yet I knew I should be somewhat gentle and refrain from
biting. With this in mind, I sucked, sinking my cheeks in with each
pull.
    “Ooohh…yes…”
    He seemed to enjoy this treatment, his groans
filling the room. He continued to drive a finger into my folds,
massaging me to even greater wetness. I felt the effects on my
inner thighs, which were cold with wet. I nibbled around the edges
of the crown and then sucked again, trying to get him further into
my mouth. I gagged and withdrew, repeating this over and over. I
alternated between swallowing and