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loved the feel of her breasts. She leaned down and he took one nipple in his mouth, suckling, pulling hard, driving shafts of pleasure through her body to her now-wet crotch.
    As sucking sounds filled her ears, he pulled down her panties and buried his fingers deep inside her, making her knees buckle with ecstasy. He knew just how to please her, now rubbing her erect clit while placing wet kisses all over her bosom. Although the pattern of their lovemaking was always the same, her body responded to it as if it were the first time, opening to him, igniting all her senses.
    As he drove his fingers into her she unbuttoned his shirt and removed his slacks, reveling at the look and feel of him. Even his scent was intoxicating. Quickly they were on the bed, Mike naked, with her wearing just her thigh-high stockings and heels. “Do it for me, baby,” he growled.
    She knew exactly what he liked so she scrambled over him and licked the length of his cock, making him slippery. Then she knelt above him and cradled his erection between her breasts. She rubbed his shaft in the deep valley over and over, frequently licking drops of pre-come from the tip. She reveled in his moans of pleasure.
    She knew just how much he could take before he came between her breasts, so she pulled away and grabbed a condom from where she’d put it on the bedside table. She unrolled it over him, then lay back as he climbed on top of her. When he was fully lodged inside of her, she felt his fingers between her legs, finding her clit and stroking. He was such a considerate lover, always making sure that she came before he did. Since she was so aroused, it only took a moment until spasms rocked her and had her entire body pulsing around his large cock.
    â€œI love it that you’re always so ready for me,” he said, panting. “Makes me feel like quite a stud.”
    â€œYou are, baby,” she said, barely able to gasp out the words.
    â€œTell me,” he said, thrusting and withdrawing slowly.
    â€œYou’re so good, so hot, so big. I just love feeling you inside me.”
    â€œI love your big beautiful tits and I love your hot pussy. My cock in your pussy.” His voice rose as his four-letter words had their effect on him. “I love fucking you.” Then he screamed as he came.
    When he’d calmed a little, he said, “God, baby, that was fabulous. You make me so hot that it’s hard to wait.” He chuckled. “Hard to wait. I get hard, all right.” He waddled into the bathroom, grabbed a handful of tissues, and cleaned himself up.
    He showered and dressed quickly, finally zipping his pants. He poured soda into two glasses, added ice, and handed one to her where she lay, still stretched out on the bed. He downed most of the contents of his glass, stared at his watch, and headed for the door. “I’ve got to run. You don’t need to be at this meeting so take your time getting back.” He blew her a kiss, opened the door slowly, looked both ways down the hall, and slipped out, gently closing the door behind him.
    Eve lay on the bed, slowly decompressing from her satisfying orgasm. Oh, Mike, if only…
    She remembered how it had all begun, a sudden, emergency overnight trip to a wholesaler in southern New Jersey. She realized at the time that her presence wasn’t really necessary. Sure, she took notes of problems and made a few useful suggestions but a phone call from Mike to her in the office would have done just as well.
    After several hours of meetings, faxes, and e-mails to suppliers and shippers, they had gone to a local Italian restaurant for lasagna and Chianti. Over salad he’d suggested to her that it was getting too late to drive back to the city that evening. As the meal progressed, the silences had become longer and charged with sexual tension. He’d held her hand and made it obvious that he was interested in more than just business.
    At thirty-one she