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inside my apartment.
    Somehow she’s maneuvered both of us back inside.  She deftly closes the front door behind her with the aid of just one foot. Her mouth is still latched to my neck, sucking gently at my skin.  I feel the backs of my knees hit my living room couch and I’m falling backwards.  She lands on top, her body weight not crushing me.
    Her hand makes its way down the front of my jeans and dips just beneath the waistband of my underwear.  When her fingers wiggle further south, she sucks in a sharp breath.  Yep.  I’m wet.  Unabashedly so.  I can feel it on the insides of my thighs and practically dripping down the crack of my ass. 
    If I were with anyone else, I’d probably be embarrassed and refuse to let them feel just how turned on I am.  But she knows this about me.  She knows what she does to my body.
    The top fasten of my jeans is promptly unbuttoned and the zipper follows, and I’m frantically raising my ass off the couch cushions so she can pull my pants down my hips.  She surprises me though by stopping and only pulling my jeans down to my knees.
    I furrow my brow at her in frustration and confusion.  The way my legs are trapped has limited my mobility.  A maddening smirk flutters onto her face.
    Her hands go to my inner thighs, and she pushes so my legs fall apart.  It’s like I’m pinned sitting Indian Style.  The circulation is certainly going to get cut off from the lower half of my legs, but the way she’s licking her full lips and eyeballing me like she hasn’t eaten in days brings a fresh flood of red, hot blood through my body.
    I realize I’m holding my breath.  I have to remind myself to do a lot of things.  Breath.  Blink.  Swallow.  Repeat.
    Her hands are still on my inner thighs.  She squeezes my flesh and bends down.  I suck in another sharp breath when her face becomes dangerously close to my panty-covered sex.
    I’m suddenly very thankful I decided to shave this morning.
    My hips involuntarily jerk when her nose bumps against my sex. She rolls her nose around my panty-covered clit and I’m unabashedly groaning at the contact.  She tongues at my clit through the material of my cotton underwear, lazily flicking it back and forth.  The fabric rubs and scratches at me in a delicious way, but nowhere near as good as when there’s no barrier between us.
    She presses her tongue fully against my sex, pushing the fabric into my hole.  I thrust my hips into her, hoping for something more fulfilling, but so far she’s content with teasing me to death.
    “Please,” I whimper.
    Her dark eyes flash.  She loves me like this.  Vulnerable and begging her for some kind of release. Her generous lips form a cocky smirk.  Still refusing to take my pants or underwear completely off, she pulls the now-saturated fabric of my underwear to the side. 
    Something about the situation makes my pulse thump a little faster.  It’s totally unromantic.  It’s totally raw.  It’s like the woman I used to date left and a stranger showed up to have her way with me.  My legs are starting to ache from being pinned in this awkward position.  She hasn’t kissed me on the mouth.  She’s completely ignored my breasts. My nipples strain against the padding of my push-up bra. For all intents and purposes, I’m still fully clothed minus my jeans being halfway down my thighs and the crotch of my panties shoved to the side.
    I throw my head back and allow myself an indulgent moan when her mouth finally comes into contact with my bare skin.  She runs the flat of her tongue the full length of my slit.  She takes her time.  I swear I can feel every taste bud bumping against me.  When she reaches the apex of my sex, her tongue quickly swirls around my aching clit.  She sucks it into her mouth, but before I can fully enjoy myself, her mouth is suddenly gone.
    I make a frustrated noise, but she only clucks her tongue against the roof of her mouth in response.  “Patience,” she