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“You’re kidding, right?”

The room had been warmed by the soft glow of the gas fireplace in the corner, that I’d remembered to light before I sat on the sofa. Plus, there were several battery-operated candles strategically placed around the room that had come on automatically during our brief stay. The lighting only enhanced her tight little body as she lay in the center of the bed.

Her hands slowly came down on either side of her black panties, and she slid her thumbs under the elastic, then pulled. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she tugged, then stopped right before they would bare her pussy to me.

“Are you still with me?” she asked, her voice low and sexy.

I looked around. “You talking to me?”

“I am,” she teased.

“Babe, dynamite couldn’t tear me away from you.”

Then she slowly revealed that part of her body I’d been dreaming about. She’d trimmed the hair on her pussy to such a short stubble, that whatever hair she did have seemed almost non-existent. In one tug and a simple movement of her legs, she removed the panties completely. She was perfect in every way, and I couldn’t believe this was finally happening. We were doing this. My male instinct was not to mess around anymore and just fuck her, but damn, I was determined to see this through.

I crawled up on the bed and ran my hands up and down her legs, up her thighs, then over her beautiful mound between her legs. I reached down and slipped her foot through one leg of her panties, then the other. Her pretty toenails were painted the same sparkly color as her fingernails, and I leaned over to kiss each foot.

She chuckled. “This is way out of my comfort zone.”

“All the better,” I told her as I slowly pulled the red panties up her legs and positioned them in place. She lifted her hips to accommodate me.

I stared down at her for a moment, relishing the view, not quite believing she was here, with me, in this bed, on New Year’s Eve.

I was right. The panties barely made it to the top of her slit, and the swatch of lace had been cut in such a way that it barely covered anything. There was absolutely no fabric in the back, just a string that fit up her round butt.

“I was right,” I said. “They don’t cover a thing, and they’re so sheer, I can see right through the fabric. All I need to do is flick them to the side, and your sweet pussy is completely exposed.”

“Then, what are you waiting for?” she asked, and I couldn’t help but moan and grin.

I grabbed the fabric with one finger and moved it aside. She pulled in a sharp breath. “Open your legs for me and bend your knees. I want to see everything you have, everything I’ve been dreaming about.”

She did exactly what I asked her to do. Her willingness to be so trusting of me and so free when I knew this was difficult for her, told me everything I wanted to know about this night.

Like me pulling up my inner Jonathan, she channeled her inner Shannon.

I slid my fingers over her wet pussy and took my time exploring the most intimate part of her lovely body. She was so wet and so warm, I knew I could enter her in one thrust. First, I wanted to feel her with the tips of my fingers, and I wanted to taste her. I’d waited years for this moment, and I wasn’t about to rush through even a second of it.

“You feel so slick and so warm,” I told her as I slid two fingers deep inside her, then rubbed against her G-spot as I taunted her perfect clit with my thumb.

Her moans grew deeper then, and I knew I could bring her to orgasm this way if I wanted to, but I had other plans.

I slid down, keeping that thin, red fabric out of my way, and licked her pussy from bottom to top, savoring her sweet and musky scent and taste as I went. I focused on her clit, sucking it into my mouth and tickling it with my tongue, until she squirmed under me. The more I flicked and pressed my tongue on her, the louder her pleasure until I knew she was so close, nothing would stop her now.

I sucked and licked faster, knowing exactly what she sounded like when she came. I longed to hear her now, up close, while I discovered exactly what she enjoyed most, so I could recreate it again and again. Her hands plunked down on the bed on either side of her, as I pressed her thighs to drop open even further.

Then, when her voice dropped down low, I knew she was ready.

“Oh God,” she moaned, as her hips moved up off the bed, craving more of my touch, and her body quivered from the intense power of the moment. Her breathing came in fits and stalls. I’d heard her come so many times, I wanted to see her and feel it happen this time. I eased up on the pressure, instead stroking her with my fingers until she peaked and came back down to earth. I felt each spasm her body made, and it added to my own pleasure, knowing I’d caused all of this.

“Oh my God,” she finally said as her breathing slowed a bit.

I couldn’t wait to thrust my cock inside her. I finally slid those red panties off, opened her legs again, and guided my cock into her with one firm thrust, while I watched every milometer enter her warm, wet pussy. I hoped that because she was so wet, my size wouldn’t cause her any problem.

“Are you all right?” I asked, now leaning over her, resting on my left arm so I could run my hands over her breasts while inside her.

“I’m more than fine. Your cock feels so damn good. If fills every part of me.”

That was all I needed to hear. I instantly picked up speed. She felt so warm and so wet, and when she contracted her pussy a few times, I knew this was way over the top good. I leaned back once again, so I could watch as her body took the length of my entire dick. I rubbed her swollen clit with my thumb while I pumped her hard and fast.

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