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get to wild. Right now
you’ve been driving me fucking crazy all day, ever since I saw those sweet
little berries under your blouse. I do hope they deliver that shirt here,
because I want to see you in it again. But not now.” He undid her bra with a
skillful twist, almost as well as she did it herself every night. “Now I want
to see you in nothing at all.”
    She stepped back and lowered her arms. The bra fell to the
floor. Neither of them bothered to watch it fall.
    She watched him watching her, staring at her breasts and
smiling in pure delight. “As beautiful as I imagined, and believe me, I’ve been
imagining.” He took her breasts into his hands, almost reverently cupping them
so her nipples peeked between his fore and middle fingers. “They feel good
too.” He bent his head and sucked one into his mouth, caressing and circling
with his tongue until she sighed and pushed closer. He moaned something that
sounded like “Delicious.”
    He released her breasts in favor of unfastening and slipping
her jeans down her legs. He still sucked her breast and had her murmuring his
name, then he let it go, showering both breasts with kisses.
    How had she gone without this for so long? He slid his hands
up and down her legs, then knelt and helped her out of her panties. She bit her
lip. “Sorry.”
    “For what, baby?” The word should have made her feel
belittled or childlike. Instead it made her feel cherished. She only hoped he
meant it that way.
    “They’re only plain ones.”
    “What are?”
    Then she felt even more stupid for bringing up the subject.
“Never mind.”
    He glanced aside. “Oh those. They look fine. But you’re even
finer.” He combed through her curls with his fingers. “Au naturel. It’s been a
while since I’ve seen a bush this gorgeous.”
    “I trim it!” she protested. She didn’t totally abandon
personal grooming because nobody saw it but her.
    “I like it.” He separated her labia and cool air washed
across her clit, already sensitive even before he touched it. He leaned closer,
licking and sucking in an intimate kiss, and her balance started to go.
    Sensation shot through her whole body like a pleasant
electric shock. She grabbed his shoulders for balance and he laughed before
straightening and taking her in his arms. “Want to know what you taste like?”
When she gave a tentative nod, he took her lips with his and delivered a long,
luscious kiss. She’d never enjoyed that before, tasting herself on another
person, but the intimacy of his actions overwhelmed any scruples and she
relished it now.
    He had no compunction in doing what he wanted, opening her,
kissing her, and when coarse fabric abraded her thighs she was reminded that
she was the naked one here. And she didn’t care. For once, she didn’t fucking
care, didn’t want to hide herself or her body.
    He finished the kiss and touched his forehead to hers. “Delicious,
in case you were wondering. Get into bed and I’ll find us some protection.” She
did as he said, glad to get under the covers because the aircon in here must be
running at full stretch. After the heat of the day, she felt the coolness all
the more. It gave her the opportunity to watch him shuck his jeans and
underwear, shoving them impatiently down his legs and kicking them away.
    She stared and instead of laughing, moving away or hiding,
he spread his legs and let her look. “I hope you approve.”
    The heat that rushed to her cheeks had no origin in the
comforter she’d pulled to her chest. “Yes. Yes, you could say that.” She’d
never met a man more comfortable in his own skin before. He didn’t care how
closely she examined his reddened, erect cock and the plump balls swinging
underneath. His thighs were thick with muscle and he held in his stomach
without effort. She got the feeling that even if he had a paunch he wouldn’t
bother to hide it. The ultimate what you see is what you get.
    She so wanted what she saw. “Turn around,” she