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draw it
away, but Nick held on firmly.
    “Christine,”
he said gently. “It’s not what you think.” Christine was unable to speak, so
she just shook her head, and tried to take her hand back again. Nick responded
by grasping her chin and forcing her to look at him. Her eyes were brimming
with tears, and one spilled over, travelling to the corner of her quivering
mouth. Nick followed its path and his eyes locked on her slightly parted lips.
With a groan, he leaned in and licked the teardrop, tasting the salt and the
sweet-tangy remains of the lemon gelato and wine on her soft mouth. Her breath
fluttered past his cheeks. He threw caution to the winds and fastened his
hungry lips on hers, his hand on her nape, cradling her head as she filled his
mouth with her sweetness.
    Christine
felt herself melting into the kiss, tasting his tongue as it ran across her
lower lip, filling her senses with his smell and the feel of his lips. He
inserted his tongue further into her mouth, tentatively touching it to hers.
She closed her lips to suck him gently, and heard him groan again. It was a
sound filled with need, and she could feel her nipples start to harden and
tingle at the sound. She moaned at the sensation, and felt the warmth between
her thighs spreading. Oh, dear God, I’m horny! s he mused wonderingly.
    Nick
drew back, his breathing ragged, and his erection complete and uncomfortable.
He looked at her flushed face, her lips fuller and red from his onslaught, her
eyes dark with desire, and he felt himself drowning,
    “Christine…”
he breathed, burying his face in her neck, where he could feel her pulse
fluttering. Christine moaned softly, her spine tingling deliciously from having
his lips move against the sensitive skin on her neck.  His hand moved to her
breast, cupping it gently, and his thumb brushed against her unbearably
sensitive nipple. She gasped, a hand flying up to his head to grasp a handful
of his hair, arching her back so that he could have fuller access to her breast
which was straining against her bra.
    Nick
raised his head to look at her, wanting to take her there and then, but needing
her to make the decision. “I want to make love to you. I have ever since I
first saw you. Do you want me to?”
    Christine
knew no hesitation. Sex was not something she had needed before, and probably
would have continued not needing it before tonight.  But she needed to have it
with this man. She knew she wouldn’t get any peace of mind until she did.
Anything else was secondary to releasing this pent-up desire.
    “Oh,
yes,” she breathed. “Can we do it here?”
    Nick
laughed shakily, and in response got up , said something to someone outside and
locked the door. He came back to find her standing before the settee, slowly
unbuttoning her blouse, her pants already on the floor, still wearing her heels.
He watched her undress, hands clenching as he saw the black lace under the prim
linen material of her blouse. She let the blouse fall and let him look his fill
of the see-through black lace of her underwear.
    “You’re
so beautiful,” he whispered, coming to her to release her breasts from their
prison , lifting them over the top of the bra. Her nipples were dark and hard
as pebbles, and he bent his head to take one and then the other into his mouth,
sucking and nipping gently.
    For
Christine, all thought was gone. All that was left was the sensation of Nick’s
mouth enveloping her aureoles and pulling gently. She arched her back, urging
him to take in more of her breast in his mouth, and he responded by slipping
his free hand under her lace panties to grasp her ass, squeezing rhythmically
as he suckled. Christine felt weak, one leg wrapping itself around his hips to
press herself closer to him, and she clung to him to keep from falling down. He
lowered her gently on the settee and started to unbutton his shirt. Christine
sat up, looking at the bulge in his pants, and put out a finger to stroke it.
Nick’s hands