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his jacket over the back of the chair.
    As he fidgeted with the cuffs of his shirt, Gwen untied her robe. She rose as it fell from her shoulders. Once she freed herself, she discarded it at the end of the bed.
    “A man can never tyre from looking at such a beautiful woman,” he said as she sat.
    Smiling, she leant back again and spread her legs. “I feel more relaxed already.”
    After he loosened his shirt around his wrists, he removed the lid from the plastic container. “Would you like another sip of wine?”
    “Yes, please.”
    Carrying her glass in one hand and the bowl in the other, he walked towards her. “Don’t worry, if you spill any on yourself I will lick it off you.”
    “You’re so kind.” She took the drink for him and sipped it.
    He sat next to her and placed the fruit container between her legs. She swallowed a big gulp and nearly choked.
    “I’ll take that.” He took her glass and set it on the nightstand. “Let’s start with some berries fist.”
    “I’m not a raspberry fan. If you don’t mind, I’ll pass on those.”
    He plucked a blueberry from the dish. “Open, please.”
    She lowered her jaw and he placed the berry on her tongue.
    “I have to admit, sitting next to your naked body and feeding you is giving me quite the erection.”
    She chewed while he grabbed another blueberry. “Maybe you should shed some clothes and relax with me.”
    He placed the piece of fruit in her mouth. “That’s a good idea.”
    He rose and unfastened his belt while she ate the berry. The taste of it quickly replaced the bitter one from the liquor.
    “These are good.” She fished another blueberry and watched him unzip his trousers.
    He pushed his slacks down and his cock jutted forward. Gwen’s eyes widened. He had quite the boner as he’d mentioned. She stared at the veins running along his length. A thatch of dark hair surrounded it.
    “Like what you see?” he asked as he unbuttoned his shirt and stepped out of his trousers.
    “I do.” She ate another piece of fruit while her attention never wavered from his shaft.
    “That makes two of us.” He discarded his shirt on the floor, then sat next to her. “I’ll take over now.”
    He grabbed a grape from the dish between her legs and she opened her mouth. He placed it on her tongue and she licked his fingers before he withdrew them.
    “Such a wet tongue. I wonder if other parts of you are as wet,” he said, and took a cherry from the bowl.
    “I could tell you, but I think you should investigate on your own to find the answer.”
    He held the stem with the cherry near her mouth. She reached for it with her tongue, but he jerked it away from her.
    “Taunt me, and I will respond in kind.”
    Gwen’s pulse jumped. She loved his playful games. She glanced at his member and quickly thought of a way to tease him.
    She wrapped her fingers around his rigid dick. “Wouldn’t you rather find out on your own how wet I am?” She stroked him tenderly.
    He dangled the fruit near her mouth. “I have every intention of finding out.”
    She leant forward and reached for the cherry with her tongue. This time, he let her claim it and tugged on the stem, freeing it. As she ate the fruit, she rubbed her thumb over his bulbous head.
    “You really know how to fire a man up.” He took a chocolate strawberry from the container. “You know what they say about paybacks.”
    Desire heated her insides as she wondered what naughty tactics he had in mind for her. She dropped her jaw as he moved the strawberry closer, but he passed her mouth. He touched the chocolaty end of the fruit to the side of her neck, then glided it over her flesh. Chills raced to her breasts as he moved it over one of them.
    “Just the reaction I wanted to see,” he said, staring at her perky buds.
    “It’s a bit frigid.”
    He had a crooked grin. “It would appear so.”
    He circled the hard point of her tit with the cool fruit, then blew on her nipple. An erotic current flowed