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hair around his shoulders.
    “Jim,” she whispered. “We shouldn’t…”
    Her small hands said something very different as she
pulled his suit coat open and eased it off his shoulders. As she explored his
t-shirted chest, he ran his hands up and down her arms and shoulders, reveling
in how small she was in his hands, how dainty and sexy. There was an urgency
starting in his pants, but he wouldn’t take what she wasn’t ready to give. He
might want to posses her, but was she ready to be possessed?
    “Shouldn’t we?” he countered. “Are you telling me to
stop, love?” She teased his nipples through his shirt and a surge of sexual
response raced over him, making him harder.
    “No. No, don’t stop.”
    A muddled feeling of triumph and tenderness raced
through him and he moved his hands down her chest to cup her small breasts.
They were perfectly shaped, small, but curvy, with marble-sized nipples that
poked at his palms.
    She hummed an excited encouragement. He plucked at her
nipples a few times, rolled his palms over them, then slid his hands around
behind her to unzip her dress. It pooled at her feet moments later, and she was
left in her lacy bra, thong panties, and high-heeled pumps.
    As she tugged at his t-shirt, he kissed his way down
her throat again, finally pausing on a nipple covered with a lace cup. He
worried it with his teeth, sucked on it through the fabric until she whined.
    He raised his head, and the black t-shirt Jim wore
fell to the floor. It only took a moment for him to unfasten her front-hook
bra, pulling it to the sides. While her hands pressed against his broad chest,
following the contours of his muscles, he enjoyed her pert nipples and the look
of abandon on her face. Her eyes were closed, head thrown back.
    “You’re so beautiful,” he breathed against her body.
    She shrugged out of her bra, then began to unbuckle
his belt. He stilled her hands and did the unbuckling and unzipping himself,
dropping the balance of his clothes on the floor at their feet.
    When she opened her eyes to look at him, he saw her
pupils, large with lust, as well as something more subtle that he couldn’t
quite place. Was it sadness? Resignation? Jim lifted her in his arms and set
her in the middle of the bed, following her onto the mattress on his knees. He
bent over her, peppering her with kisses down her belly, until he reached her
panties. Slowly, he worked them off her, kissing her flat stomach and the toned
shape of her pelvis.
    She had a small patch of dark hair at the apex of her
thighs and he ran his fingers through the short curls’ soft springiness,
teasing her until she gripped his hair and pulled. “Jim!”
    He licked at her inner thighs as he tenderly explored
her wet slit with his fingers. Eventually, after teasing her until she was
moaning unceasingly, he applied the tip of his tongue to her swollen button and
her hips shot off the bed. Jim held her still while he lapped at her sweet
cream and manipulated her clit without mercy. He could feel her tension build
with the swelling of her pussy lips and firm clit.
    “Oh, God, Jim,” she panted. “I’m going to come…I’m
going to…”
    He wriggled his face against her, and paused only long
enough to encourage her. “Come, baby. Go ahead.”
    She ground her pussy into his face as she called out
his name.
    Jim’s dick was ragingly hard, so hard that pressing it
against the mattress was painful. His balls felt like two molten spheres of
lava, threatening to erupt. He lifted his head and enjoyed the look of rapture
and utter languor on Kiki’s lovely face. The smell of her was intoxicating and
she seeped a wet spot on the bed. He could feel her pussy pulsing around his
fingers. But it was his turn. He needed what she had to give. He wouldn’t steal
it from her, but he would take what she offered, and gladly. Using a little
pressure from his hands, he encouraged her to turn over and come up on hands
and knees. He wanted to see her perfect ass