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. Do youknow why I want to have my hands in your hair? I say in a hoarse voice. Why? Because I want to pull on your hair as I fuck you.I want to bend you over and takeyou against the wall, and I want to gather all your hair in my hands and hear you cryout. Oh God, she moans, and her mouth opens in a gorgeous, perfect O that sends mybody spiraling further into such dark longing for her. Do you think I d like it? she asks,playing along. You d love it.Because I d always make sure it was good for you.And because you likeit a little rough. I think I would too. And I think you d want me to tell you what to do.To direct you. Yes, she says, panting, as I bring a hand down to the little pearl buttons on hersweater. I want to bite these off, I whisper in her ear, my breath hot on her skin andmaking her shiver. But I think you like this sweater.I think you wore it for me.Did youwear it for me?I nibble my way down her neck to the hollow of her throat.She gasps out a yes, as Itug on the bottom of her sweater, making room for my hand to slide across her belly.God, her skin is so soft. Were you thinking I d like the way your breasts look in it? That I d like you in red? Yes.She grabs my shoulders, and slams me on top of her, her beautiful body against thefloorboards. This works too though, I tease.She laughs, but then turns serious again. What else do you want to do to me? I want to go down on you on the piano.I want to lift you up and put you on the babygrand, and push your skirt to your hips and tell you to spread your legs for me, I tell her,and she responds by opening her legs, and grabbing my ass, so we are in perfectmissionary except for that little problem of clothes. Do you think I d do what you say? she says breathily, as she thrusts her hips againstme. Yeah, I say confidently. I think you d spread your legs for me, and let me taste you. Do you think I ll taste good? I bet you taste like sin and heaven at the same time.I bet you taste fucking deliciouscoming on my tongue. I look straight into her eyes, and they are full of fire and lust. And I m going to find out right now, Jill.T R O P H Y H U S B A N DThe stars twinkle and the night air is warm as we leave the Tiki Bar and walk slowly upFillmore.At the top of the hill, I see my friend s maroon Prius that I m tasked with drivinghome tonight.I point to it. These are my wheels. I click on the key to unlock the car.Then I reach for the doorhandle.But it doesn t open.I try again.Same thing happens. Damn.What is up withthese hybrids? They have to calibrate to your heart rate. Then how the heck am I supposed to drive it home? I know a trick, Chris says. You do? Want to give me the keys and I ll show you? he asks, holding open his palm for me.But before I can pull away, he closes his fingers over mine, gripping my hand in his.That s all it takes.Within seconds I am in his arms, and we are wrapped up in each other.His lips are sweeping mine, and I press my hands against his chest, and oh my.He doeshave the most fantastic outlines in his body.He is toned everywhere, strong everywhere,and I am dying to get my hands up his shirt, and feel his bare chest and his belly.But if Idid, I might just jump him right here because I am one year and running without this.Without kissing, without touching, without feeling this kind of heat.He runs his fingers through my hair, and the way he holds me, both tender and full ofwant at the same time, makes me start to believe in possibilities.Start to believe thatyou can try again, and it ll be worth it.His lips are so soft, so unbearably soft, and I can tstop kissing him.He has the faintest taste of Diet Coke on his lips, and it s crazy to saythis, but it almost makes me feel closer to him.Or maybe I feel closer because he sleaning into me, his body is aligned with mine, and there s no space between us, and Idon t want any space between us
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