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mold. It’ll pull a
bit, okay?” Sliding his fingers along the edges of the cast, he tugged and
tugged until it peeled off my body. There I stood, totally naked, my upper body
glistening with oil. Free! Free! I stretched and flexed, blood rushing
to my stiffened muscles.
    Justin carefully laid the cast on a piece of foam on the
floor. I crouched next to him to examine the details, resisting the urge to
throw him down and tear off his jeans. The alginate captured every feature,
including the little mole on my left breast.
    “Perfection. I’ll do the plaster mold tomorrow.” Longingly,
he looked at me, his gaze traveling from my legs to my breasts. “Shower?”
    “Sex.” Finally, I was free to do as I pleased. You’re
mine, and you’re going to do exactly what I tell you to. “Strip.”
    His baby blues told me my take-charge attitude turned him
on. Perfect. Because he wouldn’t make me wait a second longer. Justin reached
for the button on his jeans.
    “Faster.” I inserted my fingers into the front of his pants,
pulling him toward me, and tugged at his zipper. In one rough gesture, I yanked
his jeans down to his knees, revealing a pair of sporty briefs. I took a peek
behind him to see how the stretchy fabric hugged the curve of his tight ass.
Hot and sexy. Slipping my hands inside, I cupped his butt cheeks and squeezed
his firm flesh. Then I flattened myself against his muscular chest, running a
finger down the crack of his ass until I reached his balls.
    The package in his briefs—which prodded insistently at my
belly—interested me a whole lot more than his ass. His cock, hard and ready for
action, bulged against the fabric, impatient to be set free. Hungry for him, I
pushed down the briefs and his erection sprang into my hand. Oh yes! Hot and
thick, it felt good to hold, and I ran my fingers along its length, examining
the bluish veins on its surface and the translucent droplets emerging from the
narrow slit. Rubbing my thumb against the slit, I used his natural lube to
moisten the head of his cock, teasing his frenulum until he moaned.
    I whispered in his ear, “More?”
    “Yes.” He gripped me by the waist.
    “Me first,” I said. “It’s your turn to wait.” Payback. How
sweet.
    Justin grinned, sliding his palms over my oil-slicked
breasts. His thumbs swirled over my nipples, over and over, driving me mad with
pleasure. Without warning, he pinched them. A sharp cry escaped my throat, and
the sensation echoed in my clit, almost bringing me to orgasm.
    “Get out of those,” I instructed, cocking my head at the
clothing puddled around his knees.
    Justin kicked his pants to the side. The briefs too. Damn,
he was gorgeous, all sinewy muscle, ripped abs and firm skin. Compared to his
tall, tanned frame, my skin appeared milky white.
    “I’m going to teach you all about pleasuring an older
woman.” A sharp, burning need built up inside me, intensifying with every
passing second.
    Justin’s index finger rested on my swollen nub. “Like this?”
He flicked his finger, triggering a burst of pleasure.
    Jesus yes! “You’re a quick study. Show me what else
you can do,” I challenged. “After everything you put me through, you better not
disappoint.” I slid my hand into his hair, made a fist and gave his gold-tinted
locks a long, slow pull.
    As his head tilted back, I nipped his neck sharply with my
teeth. When he uttered a strangled moan, I bit him again—hard enough to leave
marks—and a third time on his shoulder. Tomorrow morning, when he looked in the
mirror, he’d remember the intensity of my passion.
    I smothered him in a long, fiery kiss, flicking my tongue
into his mouth. His tongue met mine, ran along the edges of my teeth, probing
deeper in a suggestive in-and-out movement that set my blood aflame. Spreading
my legs to give him access to my throbbing pussy, I guided his hand down my
stomach. He flattened his palm against my skin, running it over my thatch of
hair and then over my clit,