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together and deepening her cleavage before he buried his face in it.  Kneading her breasts gently, he dipped his tongue inside her top and into her soft skin.  “So sweet.”  Slowly, one hand dropped down to the hot spot between her thighs, making her jerk.  “So hot.  Are you wet, Melina?”
    “I—I—“
    He raised his head to look at her.  “Are you?” he crooned.
    She just shook her head.
    “No?”
    She shook her head again.  “I—I—“
    “It’s okay,” he said.  “How about I find out for myself?”
    He curled his fingers around and underneath one leg of her underwear.  He groaned when her juices immediately covered his fingertips.  She whimpered.  “Oh yeah.   You’re wet.  Just like I’ve always imagined.”  He found the hard nub of her clitoris and pressed firmly against it. 
    “Oh my God,” she panted.  “What are you doing?  I’m supposed to be pleasing you.”
    He chuckled.  “Believe me.  Nothing pleases me more than knowing that you’re wet and hungry for me.  You hungry, Melina?”
    Slowly, he pushed one finger inside her.  The hand cupping his dick tightened then dropped away completely, moving to grab his wrist.  She didn’t try to pull his hand away, just held him in a tight grip as if she wasn’t sure what she should do.
    Good thing he knew exactly what he was going to do.
    A second finger joined the first, and he twisted them, curving them to find the spot that made her head drop onto his shoulder and her moans louder.  She was trembling hard, but he suddenly realized that he was, too. 
    Abruptly, his patience left him and his need grabbed him by the throat like a wolf going in for the kill.  “You know what else I like, ladybug?  A big, soft bed underneath me when I make love.”  When he tried to withdraw his fingers from her, her grip on his wrist suddenly tightened and tried to keep him where he was.  He bent down and kissed her, using his teeth this time to add a new dimension to her pleasure.  Slipping his wrist from her hold, he swung her up in his arms, carried her to the bed, and gently tossed her down.  “Undress.  Now.”
    He saw her eyes widen at the hoarse command, but he was already frantically ripping off his shirt even as he kicked off his shoes.  He unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them down his hips, underwear and all, and left them on the floor with his socks.  When he looked up, she hadn’t moved.  She was staring at his dick, a look of amazement on her face that made him swell even more.
    “You’re definitely magnum-sized,” she whispered.
    He hardly registered the comment.  He was a little bigger than average, but she’d have no trouble taking him.  Grabbing her ankles, he pulled her toward him and reached for the bottom of her camisole. 
    “Wait—” she squeaked. 
    He pulled her top over her head, threw it across the room.  Eyes taking in her lacy bra and the plump flesh filling it, he reached for her shorts. 
    “I want to see you.  I want to touch you,” she insisted.
    The shorts followed the camisole.  Just as she had stared at him, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her pussy.  Holy crap, he thought.  Who would have thought it?
    “You’ve got a Brazilian,” he choked out as he reached out to caress the tiny strip of chocolate brown curls. 
    She cleared her throat.  “Actually, the girl who did it told me it’s called a Metro Strip.  She told me to go for a heart, but that seemed a little too silly given what we’re—”
    “Did you get this for tonight?”
    She hesitated, then nodded her head. 
    He ran a finger through her pink, sweet flesh, parting her until his mouth watered.  Pushing his finger inside her then slowly easing it out, he watched it grow more and more damp as he pumped it gently inside her.  Her muscles clenched him, trying to hang on, sucking him so tight that sweat beaded on his forehead.
    He dropped to his knees, shouldered his way between her thighs, and prepared to