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He stands and starts peeling off clothes. I follow. One black button on his shirt gets ripped away when it takes three seconds too long. I peel the dress over my head, and it lands inside out on the floor. Standing in my bra, panties, and shoes, I pause.Look. He does. He takes a few seconds to appreciate, then mimes taking a photograph for memory. A sexy pose from me, he takes another.
Aargon gets there before I do. Naked and definitelynotafraid, he crosses the bed like a panther. I let him take the silk and lace bra off. My breasts are worshipped. He helps me step out of the matching panties. Bunched in his hands, he brings them to his nose, inhales and smiles. Then he rubs them against his granite hard cock.
“Nothing smells as good as your pussy.”
Instead of leaving them with the discarded dress and bra, he throws them on top of his tall chest of drawers. His eyes dare me to object. There is no discussing the matter. They are his now. I am so turned on, it fucking almost makes me come. I part my legs.
“Am I too wet?”
It has the intended affect. The drool is almost real.
One arm surrounds my waist, a hand moves between my legs. Masculine fingers spread my lips.
“It means you want to fuck me. I love that about you. Listen.”
The sound of a ready woman starts here. A quiet but unmistakable smacking of juices against his finger, preparing the way for the cock that may be waiting. Or the fingers. Mouth.
A finger, then two, lifts inside.
“Oh. I remember. You’re very good at this,” I say squeezing tight.
It is smooth and rhythmical. Not back and forth like a pile-driver, but up and hooked like a man who understands female anatomy. It is a wave to himself. Fingers press against the back of my clit. This is it. As good as a proper fingering gets. Breasts are not forgotten. His lips hold one nipple and then the other and his tongue teases them erect.
Throughout my entire body, muscles begin to tighten. He’s watching my breasts rise and fall, as my heartbeat quickens. He slows. Building it for me. Making me want it. Each lift of the fingers mimicking a pump of his cock. I get the impression of being filled. Of being full with desire. My clitoral hood retreats. I want to clench my teeth, as muscles get tighter. Nipples are hard. Thoughts, smells, sight, and touch converge.
“Do it,” I command.
And then to show I serve as well as lead, “Please, Aargon!”
“Baby.”
It is only one word, one beautiful sentiment. He pulls me closer. Our bodies touch, breasts to muscled chest, and we become one thing. He is on the edge of passion too.
Just before the orgasm, the muscles in my vagina tighten and release in a rhythmic beat…beat...beat. BEAT! BEAT! BEAT!
I explode in a thousand fragments.
CHAPTER 31
Aargon
The streetlights coming through the shutters spotlight the messy bed. The beautiful nest. Her in the moonlight, with sleepy eyes. I roll over and hook a leg between hers. The wild hair against the pillow. It’s fucking beautiful. She runs a fingertip down my arm.
“What time is it?”
“Who cares?”
“I’m just getting hungry. Is all that good food spoiled?”
I sit up on an elbow.
“Teddy took care of it. I asked him to clean up, in case we had left Italy.”
She slaps my arm. Hard.
“What’s that for?”
“For being too sure of yourself.”
