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We are close but not touching.
“You said you want me. Taste me.”
“I don’t know how to seduce anyone.”
“Just breathe, Zoe. Just one breath from you makes me horny.”
She glues our bodies together, then closes her eyes for a few seconds. “Just like last time.”
“What?”
“The same tingle. The shivers. Being close to you is like being able to touch the sun, Christos.”
I can’t resist moving my mouth down the silky skin of her face. Soft and feminine. Her fragrance . . .
She places her hand on my chest and, like me, breathes in my scent. At that moment, we are two animals, male and female, recognizing their partner.
A healthy hand comes to my face.
“I remember everything from that night. I wanted to forget, but I couldn’t,” she says.
“I won’t let you forget. This time, I’m going to mark you so deeply that you won’t be able to leave.”
I take her mouth in a needy kiss, even more urgent than the one we shared in my office.
Licking, sucking.
An erotic, wanton, immoral contact.
Soon, kisses are no longer enough; I want to feel her skin.
I want to see and touch her tits, her pussy, her ass. I want to taste her with my tongue and my teeth. Hear her groans and screams for more.
I pick her up and head upstairs to the room I’m staying in.
After I lay her down, I take a step back, my eyes devouring her sexy body, covered by a light dress.
She doesn’t seem willing to wait, so she comes to me. She bites my chin and runs her finger along the collar of my shirt. She opens a button and kisses the patch of skin there, then bites once more.
My cock is hard as steel, and I find it difficult to let her explore.
“I missed you so much,” she says.
Uninhibited now, she opens the rest of the buttons. But because she does it with one hand, it takes time, so I take the opportunity to watch her.
“Look at me, Zoe.”
“I dreamed of touching you,” she says. She finally gets rid of the shirt.
“I can’t allow that today. I can’t take it easy or wait. I’m dying to feel that tight pussy sheltering me.”
I run a finger along the neckline of her dress and then run my tongue along the valley of her breasts.
“Oh . . .”
“Too much fabric.” I pull the garment over her head, and she lifts her arms to help me.
She’s only in her underwear, her pointed nipples begging for my tongue. I lean over and take one between my lips.
