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Whoa.” I tried to picture such a thing but stopped, not enjoying the image. Didier to me is masterful, not overbearing but certainly not made to kneel in silence and submit to anything, least of all penetration.
    “Whatever a woman’s fantasy is, that is what I want to become. That is what gets me hard.”
    “When a woman wants to be the one who’s degraded, what do they want you to make them do?”
    “Suck my cock, perhaps. Or have me take them, rough and selfish.”
    I imagined trying all of those things, sampling a dozen other women’s desires for this gorgeous man.
    “Whatever you decide you want,” Didier said, “I’ll love that too. What I’m doing for you right now…” He looked to his hand, drawing my attention there as well. “My cock is aching, I want this so much. You want to watch and so I want to show you everything.” He sat up and I did the same, letting him bring our faces close. “Do you wish to touch me?”
    “I’m not sure. Not yet.” I didn’t know which of us I wanted to taunt with the anticipation, I only knew it felt right, waiting.
    For a minute we both watched, and I sensed his gaze darting all over in my periphery.
    “Does my body please you?”
    I nodded.
    “I’m glad.”
    Disbelief gave me a second’s pause as I realized anew that the most beautiful man on the face of the earth was close enough to kiss and smell and touch, and that he wanted to make me happy.
    “I hope that whatever you’ve waited to find with a man, you can find with me,” he said.
    “If it’s not here, it doesn’t exist.”
    I brought my lips close and he took the hint, kissing me. A couple of innocent nips, then back into the deep, rousing caresses that had steam filling my head, clouding my doubts. I let myself wonder about the other things his tongue might be able to make me feel, and imagined surrendering to such things. As the kissing grew more explicit I felt his strokes turn aggressive, until his mouth faltered and our rhythm broke down. I stole a glance at his arm, his fist, his dick.
    “Say my name,” he murmured. “I like how it sounds, in your accent.”
    I smiled at the astonishing notion that he might find me in any way exotic. “Didier.”
    He replied with a soft moan and his hand sped. “Carolyn.”
    “Caro- ly . Oh, el, egrec ,” I said, impressed to realize I could spell in French without thought, even lightheaded from arousal.
    “Apologies. Caroly.”
    “Didier.”
    “I’m close,” he muttered. “I need to stop, if you’re not ready for that.”
    “I’m ready.” How long had I waited for proof that I was capable of reducing a man to this state of desperate need? “I want to see.”
    “How?”
    I watched him, thinking. “On your back, I think.”
    He lay back against the pillows. I shuffled to kneel between his calves. I’ve never felt a rush quite like that, the strangest kind of equality. Strong, handsome man on his back, uncertain guest looming above. He spread his thighs wide, gripping his cock, other hand stroking his stomach. I reached down to touch his shins and calves. I realized this was how he might be when he takes me, this hard and needy. The excitement of the thought had my body buzzing, and I slid my palms up his thighs, recording his firm contours, his soft hair. As he stroked, the muscles of his chest and abdomen and arm stood out.
    “Is this how you normally are, when you…” I trailed off.
    “On my back? Yes.”
    “What do you think about?”
    “About women I know. Experiences I’ve had, or would like to.”
    I wondered what those things might be…the things he wants but can’t demand of a client. “Like what?”
    “I imagine a woman I’ve been with, and the things I know she would never ask me for. I imagine the moment she lets me take her to those places.”
    “What kind of places?”
    His hand slowed. “It depends on the woman. I have known women who think themselves above pleasuring a man with their mouths. I imagine how it