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over the crests of my hips, those
jutting pair of bones that prove to be my widest obstacle
point.
    He transfers
his mouth to my left nipple as my jeans drop to pool around my ankles. I’m still wearing my
shoes. Unspectacular shoes that in no way would tease any man with
a well-turned heel. He repeats the same lazy flickering of his
tongue, as if my nipple is a teat that must be whipped back and
forth to coax it into submission.
    His hands now
grab my panties at my sides. They are plain cotton. I had no illusions I would be making
love to Don on this trip after his rejection last night, and so I
didn’t want to court fate by dressing up. (Not that I had any
naughty stuff to dress up in.) But Don doesn’t seem to mind that I
am not dressed to the ninth circle of temptation, and he tears away
the fabric from my hips like it’s a shred of tissue.
    I gasp,
exhilarated by his passion. If this goes on, I’ll be running out of
clean underwear.
    I step out of
the crumpled mess of my jeans as he removes his mouth from my nipple. In a sudden move
that takes me by surprise, he scoops me up by my shoulders and
knees. I squeal as he carries me and flings me upon the bed – that
rough, musty-smelling synthetic coverlet that has seen plenty of
lovers before us.
    I am
completely naked to his gaze .
His scorching eyes take in every exposed part of my flesh – from
the tits that I am ashamed of to the flat expanse of my belly
(thank goodness my depression has caused me to under-eat), to the
untidy mount of my blond pubic hair.
    I am by nature
a shy woman. Shy of my body, that is. Men scarcely ogle the
wallflower than I am. But Don stares at me with such voluptuous
hunger than a furious blush shoots through my cheeks.
    I make to
cover my exposed sex, driven
by my natural prudishness.
    “No, no, no,” Don
says, moving my cupped hands away. “You’re beautiful. Just look at
you . . . just stay there and let me look at you. Don’t cover
yourself.”
    “I’m not beautiful,”
I say in a breathless tone.
    “But you are. You
just don’t realize it.”
    He is so sincere and
fervent that I almost believe him.
    He climbs onto
the bed. His knees indent the hard mattress as he wrests my shoes
off my feet. He tickles my insoles as he runs his fingers down
them. I giggle. He parts my legs. I’m so embarrassed for him to be
looking at my pussy, which is no beauty in my definition. But he
gazes at it in rapture, as if it’s a long-coveted holy grail that
he has been searching for.
    His hands
are at the insides of my
thighs, holding them apart. I try to close my legs but he pushes my
knees wider.
    “Jean,” he warns me
in a teasing tone, “don’t.”
    The flush on my
cheeks, neck and upper chest says it all.
    His fingers go
down to his button fly. I
already know how his cock looks like, but I’m still mesmerized as
he undoes each button in a slow, prolonged way, his burning eyes
never leaving my pussy. He is not wearing any briefs. Not even
those I bought him yesterday, so his marvelous dick springs out
like a Jack-in-a-box, finally freed from its tight denim
prison.
    I will never
tire of feasting my gaze upon
Don’s cock. Fully erect, it is a magnificent beast – solid and
ramrod straight. It rises at a one-hundred-and-fifty degree angle
from its usual plane, its massive head proud and regal. The veins
that delta across its wide tubular shaft are filled to
bursting.
    He rolls down his
jeans and eases his feet out of his shoes.
    My legs are
bent at the knees and still
wide open as he mounts the bed again. Oh, but he is so beautiful,
so splendid – the stuff of fantasies and dreams.
    “I have to take you,
Jane,” he says in a hoarse voice. “I can’t wait. I’m sorry.”
    The thrill of being desired so much by
this gorgeous naked man that he can’t wait explodes in my brain like a sexual grenade. It’s been so
long. So
long . My clit is wilting under
the heat of his gaze, and my vulva is a moist little mouth that
must be fed and