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watched
her other hand join the first and fumble with his button and zipper until she
pulled it down. A pair of black boxer-briefs was all that stood between her
hands and the hard, hot flesh of his cock.
    She looked from his bulging crotch to his impassioned eyes.
“I never do this kind of thing.”
    “I know.” His lips pressed to hers and nipped at her bottom
lip. One strong hand slid behind her neck and tugged at the bow of material
that secured the halter top of her dress. It came apart easily, exposing her
braless breasts to him. His hand immediately covered one. His fingers grazed
the nipple and she moaned deeply as the sensations shot directly to her pussy.
    Her head dropped back and her chest pressed forward giving
him better access to her sensitive skin.
    He lowered his head and sucked one nipple into his warm
mouth. Charley didn’t think she could be more turned on, but his mouth set her
on fire. She would have given him anything at that moment. His delicious tongue
and the gentle tugging of his lips washed all her doubts away.
    Her hands went to his shoulders and gripped with more force
than she intended. If Kyle noticed her deathlike grip, he didn’t say anything.
His tongue swirled around the areola and then he blew on the wet skin. She
gasped as her nipple tightened further and the sensation shot directly to the
place between her legs.
    She felt the slide of the back zipper as he eased it down to
the swell of her ass. His fingers felt along that crease, slid under one cheek
and lifted her. Then her dress slipped down under her hips and legs, to puddle
on the carpet.
    Kyle pulled away and looked from her flushed face to the
tiny thong triangle that covered her soaked pussy. Then his eyes lowered to the
black thigh-high stockings and four-inch heels. “My god, Charley. You’re the
most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
    She didn’t know what to say. Her face burned hot with
embarrassment at being so exposed to a man she’d only met the day before. But
god help her, she didn’t want him to stop.
    He saved her the trouble. “Lie back for me.”
    She hesitated.
    “Trust me.”
    She did as he asked, while scooting back so that her legs
and feet were on the bed. He leaned down and slid her shoes off letting them
drop.
    Then she watched him stand up, unbutton and remove his shirt
before letting his trousers fall to the floor. His chest and arms bulged with
muscle and was speckled with a dark smattering of hair. She wanted to touch
him, taste him. She wished she had her camera to photograph how beautiful he
was. The thought almost took her out of the moment. It had never before entered
her mind to bring her passion for photography into the bedroom. What was
happening to her?
    He slid his fingers under the elastic on his shorts and
pulled them down and off in one, smooth motion. He was glorious, hard, thick,
long. Her pussy actually clenched when she first saw his cock standing out
perpendicular to his washboard abs. She bit down on her bottom lip as he
mounted the bed and slid alongside her.
    His fingers traced a path from the elastic on her thong,
dipped into her navel and up over her ribs. She trembled. “Are you afraid of
me, Charley?”
    She thought about the question. “A little.”
    He laughed. “Do you always tell the truth?”
    “It’s easier.”
    His smile waned but not entirely. “Why are you afraid of me?”
    “Getting attached to you means getting hurt. I know it
wouldn’t be your fault, but the result is the same.”
    “And you’ve been hurt before.” He kissed her shoulder.
    She nodded watching his eyes as they devoured her face.
    “Don’t you think I’m taking the same risk?” He palmed the
underside of her full breast and let his thumb caress the nipple.
    She gasped and arched her back, pushing her breast into his
hand. “I think you do this all the time without forming an attachment to the
women you sleep with.”
    “Why does that make me less vulnerable?” His mouth