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and she
undulated slightly, encouraging him.
    Their
kiss continued, each of them plundering the other’s mouth, taking their fill.
It was like taking too much oxygen. It made Andros lightheaded, made him ache
to be inside her.
    He
lowered his hands until they found the hem of her dress, one little tug to make
sure it wasn’t too tight, and Andros hooked his hands under her ass before
lifting her into his arms. She gasped against him, her lips stilling, but wrapped
her legs around his waist. Her pussy was now directly above his swollen cock,
giving him just a taste of what was to come.
    Andros
groaned against her lips. He knew there was no way he was going to make it to
the bedroom. It would take too long. Instead he carried her into the living
room, to the wide couch, and carefully lowered her to the floor, their lips
breaking contact.
    Their
gazes met. He could see the excitement in hers, knew it was reflected in his,
and when she nodded, he reached around her back until he found what he was
looking for. The zipper reached from the middle of her shoulder blades to the
cleft of her ass. Andros ran his fingers along it until he found the small
piece of metal needed. Then slowly, in what felt almost like a torturous motion,
he undid it. The sound was clear, an accompaniment to their heavy breaths. A
moment later, the dress slackened. Carefully he lifted Lyra’s arms outwards, so
that the straps of the dress fell down them, until she held on to it with
nothing but her elbows.
    “Relax,”
he whispered. “Let me see you.”
    She
did. The dress pooled on the floor in a splash of perfect red, and when Andros
took a step back, his heart seemed to stop. He’d seen many women naked over the
years, delighted in them, but nothing and no one could compare to the woman now
stood on front of him.
    She
wore no bra, and her breasts were so perfectly formed that Andros couldn’t help
but agree that a bra would have made no sense. Why should anything cover those?
They were rounded and firm, just begging to be bitten into, the nipples already
puckered in the cool air.
    Her
waist was slim, ridiculously flat and…he smiled and ran a finger
downwards…glinting in her belly button was a tiny little stud. It was ruby red.
      Signora
in Rossa.
    His
finger continued downwards to the panties, which he had to admit, Andros had
expected to be red too, but these were white. A perfect, virginal white, though
the design was anything but innocent. A mere scrap of lace, they covered only
the essentials, and even then Andros could see plenty.
    He
dropped to his knees, ignoring her sharp intake of breath, and hooked a finger
on either side of the waistband. Slowly, allowing himself time to breathe, he
dragged her panties down her hips and along her thighs.
    A
little triangle of fiery curls greeted him. Redhead
through and through.
    Andros
leaned in to blow hot air on the apex. She shivered, laying a hand on either
shoulder. He placed a kiss on the inside of her thigh, then the other, followed
by another, before removing her panties completely.
    Once
she was bare to him he could smell her arousal, and it made him ache low in his
gut. He didn’t even think before he pushed her back onto the couch, pulling on
her thighs until she sat in front of him, her legs wide open.
    Her
pussy was perfect. A swollen clit blossoming before his eyes, tiny red curls
just above it, and yet the pussy itself bare. Ready.
    How
he wanted to fuck it.
    “You
are so sexy,” he growled. “I’m going to fuck you every way I know.”
    She
moaned, and ran a hand through his hair, tugging ever so slightly. Her actions
were enough to tell him what she wanted, and Andros complied immediately. He
dipped his head, filled himself with the scent of her, and placed a kiss right
on her quivering clit.
    Lyra
gasped, her thighs twitched, leaving him no choice but to lay a hand on each
one, holding her in place.
    Another
kiss on her clit and finally he did what he’d wanted to do from the