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now…I
guess…um…Just uh…"
    He smiled a soft, sweet, caring smile and I felt
butterflies in my stomach as my muscles started dancing under my skin.
    He scooted closer to me so his hip was positioned
close, between my legs. I quivered.
    He leaned over, resting his left forearm on the arm
rest beside my head and kissed me. It was a soft, gentle kiss. I moaned and
looped my arms around his neck.
    I felt like I was falling and I needed an anchor.
    His kiss never stopped. It stayed soft and sweet.
    He turned his right hand so that he stroked me with
his fingernails.
    He started at my cheek and then trailed his fingers
down my jaw, to my neck and on, until he was just above my breast.
    The touch was gentle yet it stirred a raging fire
throughout my body.
    He continued his torturous stroke of my skin with his
fingernails over my breast and to the front clasp of my bra.
    With one fluid snap of his fingers my bra sprang open
and fell away.
    Seriously? I wear a damn bra every day and yet I have trouble working
the blasted clasp. He snaps his fingers and the bitch just falls off.
    Still using his fingernails he scraped across my
breast and then my nipple.
    There was the slightest flick of pain but it was a
good pain. I moaned a deep guttural moan.
    His smile broadened as he scraped my nipple again. He
was rewarded with another deep moan and the twitch of my hips. He scooted his
hips even closer until he was touching me. I instinctively went to close my
legs. He braced his left side against my right knee, effectively pinning it
against the back of the couch. With his right hand he kept my leg from closing
any further. He pushed and opened my legs even more.
    I started to freeze up. His kiss deepened and became
somewhat demanding and I forgot about trying to close my legs.
    Both of his hands began a unanimous journey up my
thighs. He reached the hem of my skirt and began to lift it upwards. When it
caught between my backside and the couch, he reached under my left thigh,
cupped my bottom and lifted me up enough to hike my skirt up to my waist with
his other hand.
    He started trailing kisses down my cheek, jaw and
neck. I squirmed and moaned approval at every kiss. He stopped at my breasts.
With his left hand he began to knead my breast and stimulate my nipple. He took
one in his mouth and sucked it softly. My body jerked and I trembled. His right
hand began tracing the inside edge of my panties. Fire coursed its way through
my veins and I shuddered hard. The sounds I was making had no coherency or
description. I moaned, I groaned, hell, I was just happy to be there.
    He leaned back from me. His eyes looked so dark. He
jerked on my panties so hard I thought they might rip. I lifted my hips so he
could take my panties off. As he moved his mouth back to my breast and nipple,
he yanked my panties off of me.
    He reached up to stroke my mound.
    He moaned…"Oh baby girl, you are so wet."
    "That's your fault," I whimpered.
    He slipped a finger inside me. It felt so good, I thought I would come unglued.
    "Oh," he groaned, "You feel so damned
good."
    I whimpered and arched my back.
    He inserted another finger and there was a slight
feeling of too much.
    I gasped and he stopped. "You okay?"
    I inhaled and shuddered…"Uh-huh."
    "Just relax and breathe." With his left hand
he started rubbing soft circles on my lower belly. Soft with
slight pressure. He never removed his fingers from inside of me. He just
held them in place slightly curled up, while his other hand kept drawing
circles. He started increasing the pressure of those circles. More circles,
more pressure.
    He placed silky kisses on the inside of my knee,
slowly trailing them toward my inner thigh.
    I moaned and my legs opened wider.
    He started moving his fingers again, slowly, in and out. He lightly placed his thumb over my clitoris and
my world started to shatter.
    He gave me a feather soft kiss and whispered into my
mouth .
    "Come for me Maeve."
    My body arched, throwing my head