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took her face in both of his hands and gently kissed her lips.  “I’m glad you’re here,” said Trip, moving his mouth from hers and trailing a line of hungry kisses down her neck. Marisa reached up and burrowed her face in the crook between his shoulder and neck and bit him playfully.   Marisa could feel Trip’s moan reverberate through his body and into hers.  She also felt his dick stiffen and lurch.  His hands moved from her hips to her breast and gently squeezed, pinching her nipples between his index and middle fingers on both hands.  A current of electricity shot through her.
    Dear God, please , Trip, please were the only semi-coherent thoughts Marisa could marshal.
    They groped, kissed, licked and nipped at each other as Trip led them up the wide curved staircase.  Marisa became vaguely aware that the end-point in this Trip-lead tour was his bedroom, but her Pinot Noir-colored attention was only focused on removing everything that was keeping them apart.   One of Trip’s hands had rematerialized under her dress, and he was fluttering his fingers on the outside of her panties, the thin lace being the only thing separating them.  Marisa’s head spun even more and she gasped.  Before she could exhale, he pushed aside the panties and traced a finger down her midline.  “You’re dripping,” he mumbled into her mouth, his words obscured by their intense kisses, tongues pushing and exploring.
    Marisa had enough.  She wrested his shirt off of him, forcing him to release his hold on her for a split second to permit his white shirt to fall to the floor.  In turn, he forced her panties down to her knees.  She gladly kicked them off, not caring where they landed.  His hand returned under her dress and found her again.  He parted her with his index and ring fingers, using his long middle finger to caress, taunt, and prod her.
    Marisa’s hands unclutched from around his head and in one swift movement, she swept her hand down to his groin and up his long strong mass. He quivered and hardened, straining at the fabric of his shorts.  Marisa returned his earlier attention by running her hand slowly up and down the line of his zipper until she felt moisture seep through his shorts at his tip.  “Now who’s dripping?,” she asked playfully, pulling her mouth away from his and giving him a teasing smile.
    “Fuck, Marisa. Fuck,” drawled Trip, elongating every single syllable.  His hands shifted to her back and he found the zipper to her dress, yanking it down and pulling the material over her head. They shuffled backwards until Marisa felt the bed hit the back of her legs.  She unfastened his belt and tugged at the button and zipper on his fly until she released him.  She pushed forcefully at the shunned clothes and his shorts and boxers tumbled to the floor.
    Trip lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.  Clad in only her blush lace bra, Marisa craved to be free from the restraints.   Trip clearly read her mind, as he pushed down the straps on her bra and nibbled on her right breast, while clutching her midair in his arms.   His fingers released her from the bra, and he nibbled hungrily on her erect nipples.  Marisa shuddered again.  She did not think she had ever wanted a man the way she wanted Trip.
    He laid her down on the bed, which was covered in an ancient quilt, smooth and cool with age.  “Yes?,” asked Trip, pausing for a moment to break contact and look into Marisa’s eyes.
    “Indubitably,” she countered.    Trip’s bedroom eyes and lust-filled face unfolded into a broad smile.
    “You have no idea, Marisa.  No idea,” he said.   She let her hands fall over her head, completely exposing her body to him.  He rocked back to stand on his feet, looming over her.  “Condom?”
    “Test four months ago.  I’m clean, on the pill, and no one since Ryan.  You?,” said Marisa, not fully listening or caring. She was too focused on Trip’s firm naked body