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remember the last time a man had
caused such extreme but exquisite duress or caused her to feel so
much at ease with him, as if she had known Nico forever and had
chosen to wait until now to open herself to him. Suddenly, Erica
felt a need to go home with the artist in tow.
    “Would you like to leave now?” he whispered
in her ear, and she nodded mutely. Breaking their embrace, Nico led
her back to their table, placed a generous tip there, and then
escorted her outside. After calling for a cab on his cell phone, he
waited with her, his arm around her waist. The night air felt
heavenly, crisp and cool. They had only to wait a few minutes
before the yellow cab come into view.
    Erica leaned against his shoulder on the ride
home. She still nursed a ping of apprehension when they arrived at
her condo door; but when Nico coaxed her into an embrace, those
feelings of anxiety suddenly disappeared.
    As she brought her mouth up to his, she
gladly relented to his kiss. His lips felt like fine satin and
tasted faintly of malt alcohol. When he coaxed further, she opened
her own lips to his probing tongue and enjoyed the warmth and
sweetness of his mouth. Erica skimmed her hands along his arms,
from the soft fabric of his shirt to the bare, taut flesh below.
His skin seemed to give off potent electricity, and she reveled in
the way the static rippled through her entire body.
    As soon as Nico pressed her close, Erica
swayed against his groin and felt his long erection as it strained
against the thin fabric of his slacks. But when she went totally
limp and molded against him, he broke their embrace and quickly
stepped back.
    “I’m...I’m sorry, Erica,” he offered as he
held her at arm’s length. His face appeared as flushed and his
breathing as ragged as her own. “I shouldn’t be so presumptuous,
that you want me...well, that you want me to go any further.”
    Without a word, she extracted her key from
her little clutch purse, plied it to the lock, and opened her door.
Then, replacing the key, she took his hand and led him inside.
    Without turning on a light, Erica led him
through the living room and on to her bedroom. Words seemed
unimportant, even superfluous, as they hurried to undress in the
darkness. For now, their need to assuage their mutual desires
remained the most important goal. They would have time for slow,
unhurried words and affections later.
    When she felt Nico take her around the waist,
she eagerly allowed him to pull her close. Hands worked
simultaneously to touch as much flesh as possible in the short time
they allowed themselves this little luxury. His body felt hot to
the touch, hers just as flammable and passionate. He massaged her
breasts with his expert touch and felt their weight and
firmness.
    In turn, Erica’s fingers caressed his turgid
cock, traced a ring around the ridge below, and followed the large,
throbbing vein running down the shaft. She felt him tense with her
strokes and heard his small intake of excited breath, while his tip
spewed just enough of his moistness to tell her of his eagerness.
Before they began, Nico had produced a condom from his pocket, and
now handed it to Erica. Taking it out of its package, she slowly
worked the clear latex over his cock, reveling in the length and
thickness of his magnificent member.
    As soon as she finished, Nico dipped his
fingers between her legs and brought his other hand to the small of
her back to press her close. His mouth sought hers for a wild,
surging kiss. The twin sensations of his touch—from the slow
massage of her clit to the sweet caress of his lips on hers—sent
Erica spiraling out of control. She felt her whole body come alive
with the sizzle and spark of yearning, wanting, too, to melt into
him and weep at the same time, her tears those of miraculous
surrender.
    Quickly they found their way to her bed, and
she allowed him to ease her along the cotton twill duvet. Nico
stretched and covered her body with his own. When he felt her