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“Now?” He gasped. “But we can’t leave the party yet.”

“This thing will go on until the wee hours,” she said. “No one will miss us if we slip away for a bit.”

Rick looked around. Several pairs of eyes were now upon them, and he thought he picked up on murmuring too. Not surprising, holding Robin in his arms had drawn some attention.

“You want me, or don’t you, Big Rick?” she asked, seductively swiping her tongue across her lip, slicking it with promise.

If ever there was a time to live in the moment, this was it.

“Oh hell, yeah.” He grabbed Robin by the hand and pulled her through the throng of partiers, eager to finally get her alone.

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Rick

She was a most glorious sight when she was aroused. The apples of her cheeks flushed, her plush lips parted with want, her green eyes dark with heat and hinting that she was on the verge of becoming unhinged.

Standing next to the bed, he held her gaze as she unfastened the clips in her hair, shaking it free until it fell loosely around her shoulders. Damn, she was gorgeous.

Then she reached down to hitch up her dress.

“No, let me,” he whispered, clasping her wrists and bringing them to rest by her sides. “I want to undress you.”

“Oh,” she said with a breath, releasing the fabric from her fingertips.

He’d promised her that he’d take his time. He intended to savour every inch of her lush, creamy body as it was progressively bared and revealed to him, ensuring that her womanly curves were justly venerated as such a goddess deserved.

His lips pressed into the curve of her neck, warm and fragrant. She sighed for him, her head lolling to one side as she surrendered to the pleasure. He dragged his mouth across her skin, into the delicate hollow at the base of her throat, climbing the column of her neck until he reached her jawline, her cheek, her chin, before finding her divine petal lips and sinking into them for a long, slow kiss.

She hummed her pleasure as she arched against him. She was so deliciously responsive to every movement, every touch, that it sped up his own arousal to the point of aching. Dear God, what she did to him, all while they were still fully clothed. That needed to change. His hands travelled downwards from her back to the luscious globes of her ass, groping and squeezing them through her silky dress. Inch by tantalizing inch, he raised the slinky material above her bare thighs, her hips, her stomach. She lifted her arms when it finally reached high enough to be removed over her head.

“Please don’t let my dress fall on the floor,” she pleaded. “It used to belong to my mom. It’s special to me.”

“Then I wouldn’t dream of it,” he told her, draping it carefully across the armchair in the corner. He then turned his full focus back to her body, a masterwork in feminine allure. His eyes traced over her hourglass figure, following the elegant slope of her shoulders to the lush, creamy fullness of her cleavage pushed up in her bra, down to the shapely curve of her waist and the flare of her hips.

“Do you have any idea of how beautiful you are, Robin?” he asked. “I mean, you are truly, breathtakingly beautiful.”

A smile played at her lips. “Keep talking like that, and one of these days, I just might believe it.”

“Then I’ll be sure to tell you every single day until you do.” The mattress dipped as he sat on the edge of the bed. She came to him, moving in close until she was standing between his knees. He lightly caressed her stomach and ribs, leaving a wake of tiny goosebumps as his fingers glided over her skin. He loved the anticipation in her eyes as she drew in the corner of her lip, watching, waiting, as he planned out her seduction.

Yes, this was exactly what he wanted. To take it slow. To focus solely on her needs first. To pamper her fully with unhurried attention. To show this woman that she was worth all his time, and goddammit if he wasn’t going to make the most of every second.

It was not by accident that her sublime breasts were level with his face. How he was captivated by them, craved them, lusted for them, but knowing how much she loved her tit play made them even more irresistible. He leaned in to nuzzle the smooth satin cups that held them in place, grazing both plump mounds with his nose and lips as he reached around and undid the clasp at her back.

“Mmm, yes,” she cooed, her nipples stiffening from their softened state, stimulated by the weight of his stare. His mouth watered as they lengthened and puckered before his eyes. It was an injustice to liken such a perfect pair of tits to something as crude as melons, but they were truly succulent and significantly sized, tipped by protruding nipples begging to be sucked. Very soon, he’d need to fuck those beauties and finish what she’d started their first night together, but this moment was all about her pleasure.

Taking a firm, pillowy breast in each palm, he tweaked the hard beads of her nipples. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, her eyes fluttering beneath their lids, her breath coming harder and faster. She was simply magnificent, and he’d barely started. He dipped his head and flicked her nipple with his tongue, swiping at it as his fingers gently pulled and pinched the other. “Rick!” she choked. “Stop fucking teasing.”

Smiling, he drew her nipple into his mouth. She threaded her fingers through his hair, as if needing to hold on for dear life. It thrilled him to have this effect on her. He could say the same about what she did to him, his hard cock pulsing under the constraint of his jeans. Moans spilled from her lips as he licked his way to her other nipple, his tongue rolling around the stiffened peak before sucking it into his mouth.

As he continued to tongue-bathe her tits, her hips began to gyrate, and he felt her clench as she squeezed her thighs together. At the pace they were on, and with her ultra-sensitive nipples, she was bound to come unravelled before her feet left the floor. Her mounting pleasure was a timely reminder for him to slow his roll, enabling him to build and stretch her tension as far as it would go, until she couldn’t take it anymore. Or at least until he got her horizontal.

He nestled a row of kisses between her breasts as he reached around to cup one of her smooth ass cheeks. He delighted in its rounded fullness, before sliding to the other side, playfully bouncing it on his hand before sinking his fingertips into her flesh.

“Rick… baby…” she whimpered as she wiggled against him. “Fuck me, please. I want you so badly.”

“I want that too,” he panted, looking up at her. If only she knew the torture it was, prolonging his own need to bury himself inside her. “But I’m afraid you’ll have to wait a little longer. I’m not quite through with you yet.”

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