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Two thunks sounded as her shoes hit the floor, followed by two more, his shoes. Then his hand skimmed up her body, dancing over her hip and stalling under her arms. “Ah, zipper.” Butterfly kisses followed the rasp of the zipper down her side. She wiggled as he pushed the dress over her head, cool air streaming in to zing newly revealed parts of her body. When she shifted to sit up and help him undress, he pushed her back on the bed and took her mouth in a consuming kiss.
“I want you undressed,” she said against his mouth. She clicked open the buttons of his tuxedo shirt and smoothed her hand over his hard chest, coarse hairs catching in her fingers. He bucked and groaned when she ran a thumb over his nipple.
He hopped off the bed, shucking his bow tie and clothes. Under his pants, where she had expected him to wear staid tighty-whities or gray boxer briefs, were lime-green boxers with pink flamingos on them. Buried deep down along with his macabre humor, her husband also had a sense of whimsy. She smiled, both at the silliness of his underwear and at the sight of the erection nudging open his fly.
He answered her smile with a wry one of his own, his hands stalled on the waistband of his boxers. “Now you know all my secrets,” he said before shedding the last bit of fabric.
The mattress bounced when Karl hopped to all fours on it and climbed such that he was above her, an unexpectedly playful smile on his face. She waited while he tilted his head to the left and the right, her body tense with desire, afraid movement would wreck the moment. “Finally, those wonderful breasts are bare and waiting for me.” He shifted back and sat on his heels, his erection so close to being inside her that her body clenched in anticipation.
She ran her hands up his legs. When she reached the thickening hair at the juncture of his thighs and pelvic bone, his playful smile grew wider. She kept one hand tickling his thigh while the other ran over the slight bulge of her belly to her breasts. When his eyes darkened in response, she pinched her nipple. “Are you going to do anything with them?”
“I have been waiting a long time to get you naked and under me.” His hand followed the same trail over her belly to her breasts that her hand had just made, stopping just shy of her breast. She shifted her hand to touch his, stopping when he shook his head. “I’ve had lustful thoughts about you while at my mother’s restaurant talking to my priest.”
Finally, his fingers grazed the underside of her breast and her body trembled. Her breasts had been extra sensitive and had just stopped being tender, but the edge of pain and pleasure that his hand walked stilled her breath with anticipation. “If I want to take all night to fully appreciate the value of what I am about to have in my hand, I will.” When he slid his hand under hers and pinched her nipple, her hips bucked. “I’ll make the anticipation worth your while.”
“I’ll make the anticipation worth my while,” she said, not so far gone with desire that she didn’t miss the twinkle in his eye as he bent his head and took the other nipple into his mouth. When he bit down, she amended her statement. “But you can help,” she said and felt his smile.
His thighs tightened around hers when her hand traveled from the indent of his hip to grip his erection. His answering moan sent trembles through her body, though he didn’t stop his veneration of her breasts. Desire burned within her, such that she could feel the electricity between them. Even where their bodies didn’t touch, the heat off his body sizzled.
When she could no longer stand the hunger, she shifted her knees in an attempt to get him between her legs and inside her.
“I know what you’re doing,” he murmured as he licked his way up her neck to nibble her ear. Sometime during his attentions, her free hand had found his shoulder and was now gripping it. He ran his tongue along the outside of her ear, and she closed both hands, digging her nails into his shoulder with one hand and clenching his cock with the other. “That was interesting,” he said before shifting to catch her mouth with his. He teased her lips apart with his tongue, slipping into her mouth as she wished he’d slip into her.
The movements her hand made on his cock echoed the pulling and tormenting of her lips on his tongue, but no matter how she aroused him, she couldn’t get him to reposition himself so that she could put him inside her. He wasn’t so much denying her as taunting her with what she wanted. Tantalus, she remembered from her Greek literature class, satisfaction within sight but never within reach.
