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Her shawl slid to the ground as she pushed her breasts and belly into him.
    He pushed her backwards until her tailbone hit the edge of the stage. Then, in one swift movement, he lifted her so she was sitting on it, legs dangling. He wedged her knees apart by walking into her, kissing her more deeply, more passionately. Her dress rode up and she wrapped her legs around his hips, and held on.
    She had a feeling this was going to be the ride of her life.
     

Chapter Five
     
     
    “Take this off,” Tor said, pulling at Julie’s dress. He liked the way she wiggled her butt to slip the dress up past her hips and then over her head. She leaned back, looking at him with her big, dark eyes. Somehow she could do the sexiest things with those eyes. He wondered if she knew the effect they had on him.
    He looked down at her lacy bra, almost shining in the dark, the whitest thing around for a mile. It pushed her generous breasts up and together, just the way he liked them. Her stomach was flat, and his gaze dropped to see she was wearing a tiny white thong. His hard cock throbbed when he thought what he would like to do next.
    Instead, he kissed her again. She was a good kisser, really into it. He could tell she was almost ready to let him inside, but he didn’t want to rush things. They had plenty of time.
    “You’re lovely,” he said into her neck. “I knew you would be. And you smell really good.”
    “So do you.” She snuffled his ear, then licked it, causing his cock to pulse even more and the back of his scalp to tingle.
    He pulled away from her slightly, afraid he’d come all over himself if she did that thing with her tongue again.
    Stepping back, he said, “I want you to get up on the stage for me. I want to look at you.”
    Eyes flashing reflected light, she smiled her pretty smile, took the hand he offered, and pulled herself to her feet. Then she stood up straight, about three feet off the ground, her belly button level with his nose.
    “Turn around.”
    Slowly, she obliged.
    “You have a magnificent ass.”
    “I know.”
    “And you’re very modest. I like that in a woman.”
    She laughed, and the sound pierced through the unhappiness he’d been carrying with him all the way from Denmark. He smiled.
    “Do you know what I want you to do now?”
    “I have a pretty good idea.” She turned around to face him again, putting her hands on her hips and rolling them suggestively.
    “Oh, do you now? Tell me what you think I’m going to say.”
    “You’re probably going to tell me to take off the rest of my clothes.” Her dark eyes, her pretty face, her smile were all irresistible.
    “Hmm. A good guess, but you’re wrong.”
    Her eyebrows rose. “So, surprise me.”
    “I want you to get down on your hands and knees.”
    He watched her mouth form a little O. Then she recovered, smiled again and slowly dropped to her knees, her bewitching eyes never leaving his. Bending over, she placed her palms flat on the floor of the stone stage and curved her back downwards. Her eyes challenged him. “Like this?”
    “Yeah. Like that. Now turn a bit so I can see you from the side.” She adjusted her position until he said, “Enough. That’s just right.”
    She had to turn her head to look at him now, and the expression on her face made his knees weak. He moved toward her and slowly ran one hand along her spine. He swore she trembled at his touch.
    “You are exquisite like this. Do your knees hurt?”
    “Not yet.” Her voice was low, provocative. With one hand he stroked her buttocks, gleaming in the dim light. With the other he cupped her breasts. He rubbed her belly, her flanks, her thighs, and then he placed his mouth on her shoulder. It tasted slightly salty. She was shaking visibly, now. All over.
    “Imagine you are Queen Zenobia,” he said softly into her neck. “And you’ve come here late at night with your favorite slave.”
    He could hear her breathing grow louder as he continued to read the contours