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die down, Dutch exhaled. He’d had his laugh for the month. Then he looked at Gina. His affection for her was immeasurable. And that sudden feeling, that he really liked this lady, caused his once whimsical face to turn dead serious. “Come here,” he said to her.
At first Gina was concerned by the change in his demeanor and tone, but she hesitated only briefly, tossed her napkin on the table, and went around to his chair. “Yes?” she said.
He pulled her down onto his lap. Her heart began to pound. “I want to thank you properly,” he said.
“Thank me for cooking you a perfectly bad meal?”
Dutch looked at her long, dark neck, her full, titillating lips, her sincere, sexy eyes, and he wanted her here and now. “I want to thank you for thinking of me,” he said.
His words touched Gina. She smiled. “What a sweet thing to say.”
“I want to do more than say it, Gina.” He ran his hand through her soft braids. “Will you let me?”
Her breasts heaved at his touch, something he noticed, too, and just seeing her reaction caused him to react, and not wait for her response. He kissed her. He thought it would be chaste. In his mind he just wanted to feel her lips again. But he couldn’t keep it simple, he couldn’t keep it chaste. He burrowed into her, kissing her hard and deep and long. When he realized she was willing, and her breasts were becoming hard against his chest, he wrapped her tightly into his arms and kissed her in a fit of passion that left him stunned by his own excitability. He wondered what was wrong with him. He was kissing her as if he was sex starved, as if he hadn’t had any in so long that he wanted to kiss her mouth dry.
She could feel his need, and it was mighty, and all she could think to do was to go with it. And she went with it, gladly, wrapping herself into him and experiencing the kind of kissing only he had ever given her. He knew what he was doing, and she loved that he did.
He moved from her lips to her neck, and then her chest, and when he unbuttoned the top buttons on her blouse in a frenzy of passion, and began sucking her breasts in the kind of deep, well schooled suctions, she wanted to jump out of her skin from the intensity of his affection.
He leaned her head back, so that her chest would rise up to him, and he sucked and kissed and moved from breast to breast as if his appetite was as ferocious, as grand as the office he held. This was the leader, and his control, in Gina’s estimation, was one more suck away from exploding.
“Oh, Gina!” he said as he lifted her into his arms and carried her out of the kitchen. This was not how Gina had it planned. She had every intention of talking to him and not, under any circumstances, falling prey to his unbridled lust. But it was her lust that she had fallen prey to. Because she wanted him almost as much as he wanted her. This man was amazing, she thought. She’d never felt such a strong, intense need deep within her like this before.
And when he carried her into this huge bedroom, and laid her on the massive bed as if she were the most precious commodity in the world to him, she wanted to cry. She’d had men in her life before, and some were incredible lovers, but she’d only experienced this level of emotion the one time before, when she was with Dutch.
He pulled off both her blouse and her bra, not by loosening them, but by pulling them over her head. Then he lifted her slightly and removed her pants and panties. When he had her naked he stared at her. “Oh my,” he said, looking at her bronzed body. And threw off his clothes so fast that Gina thought she could get whiplash watching him. But he was playing for keeps tonight. He dropped those expensive, tailored clothes from his body as if they were scullery
At first Gina was concerned by the change in his demeanor and tone, but she hesitated only briefly, tossed her napkin on the table, and went around to his chair. “Yes?” she said.
He pulled her down onto his lap. Her heart began to pound. “I want to thank you properly,” he said.
“Thank me for cooking you a perfectly bad meal?”
Dutch looked at her long, dark neck, her full, titillating lips, her sincere, sexy eyes, and he wanted her here and now. “I want to thank you for thinking of me,” he said.
His words touched Gina. She smiled. “What a sweet thing to say.”
“I want to do more than say it, Gina.” He ran his hand through her soft braids. “Will you let me?”
Her breasts heaved at his touch, something he noticed, too, and just seeing her reaction caused him to react, and not wait for her response. He kissed her. He thought it would be chaste. In his mind he just wanted to feel her lips again. But he couldn’t keep it simple, he couldn’t keep it chaste. He burrowed into her, kissing her hard and deep and long. When he realized she was willing, and her breasts were becoming hard against his chest, he wrapped her tightly into his arms and kissed her in a fit of passion that left him stunned by his own excitability. He wondered what was wrong with him. He was kissing her as if he was sex starved, as if he hadn’t had any in so long that he wanted to kiss her mouth dry.
She could feel his need, and it was mighty, and all she could think to do was to go with it. And she went with it, gladly, wrapping herself into him and experiencing the kind of kissing only he had ever given her. He knew what he was doing, and she loved that he did.
He moved from her lips to her neck, and then her chest, and when he unbuttoned the top buttons on her blouse in a frenzy of passion, and began sucking her breasts in the kind of deep, well schooled suctions, she wanted to jump out of her skin from the intensity of his affection.
He leaned her head back, so that her chest would rise up to him, and he sucked and kissed and moved from breast to breast as if his appetite was as ferocious, as grand as the office he held. This was the leader, and his control, in Gina’s estimation, was one more suck away from exploding.
“Oh, Gina!” he said as he lifted her into his arms and carried her out of the kitchen. This was not how Gina had it planned. She had every intention of talking to him and not, under any circumstances, falling prey to his unbridled lust. But it was her lust that she had fallen prey to. Because she wanted him almost as much as he wanted her. This man was amazing, she thought. She’d never felt such a strong, intense need deep within her like this before.
And when he carried her into this huge bedroom, and laid her on the massive bed as if she were the most precious commodity in the world to him, she wanted to cry. She’d had men in her life before, and some were incredible lovers, but she’d only experienced this level of emotion the one time before, when she was with Dutch.
He pulled off both her blouse and her bra, not by loosening them, but by pulling them over her head. Then he lifted her slightly and removed her pants and panties. When he had her naked he stared at her. “Oh my,” he said, looking at her bronzed body. And threw off his clothes so fast that Gina thought she could get whiplash watching him. But he was playing for keeps tonight. He dropped those expensive, tailored clothes from his body as if they were scullery
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