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to mine.
    “You have nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed of, baby. You…this…” I pointed to her body, “is perfect. Okay?” She gave a shy nod and I couldn’t help but lean in and taste her again. As I felt her relax into the kiss, I reached around and flicked open the clasp of her bra. She tensed, but only for a second. One at a time I pulled the straps down, giving her no choice but to accept the inevitable. This was going to happen.
    Her tits were perfect…large, lush and… real…just perfect. I couldn’t wait to get my lips on them. The words “Live Life As If You Mean It,” were inked across her upper ribcage and somewhat hidden by both breasts. A needle of jealousy towards the tattoo artist pierced through me and I quickly shook it off. A vine of daisies and ladybugs scrolled under the words. Inching forward, I forced her knees further apart so I could dip my head and sweep my tongue from one of the ladybugs up to her taut, pink nipple. I flattened my tongue and stroked it up and down across the bud, causing it to harden. She let out a low moan that reverberated through me and straight down to my pulsating dick. The need to strip her bare and plunge into her heat was overwhelming but I knew if I followed my base urges, I would lose the opportunity for…something. I didn’t know exactly what this something was, but I knew it existed and I wanted it. Normally, this would scare the shit out of me. For some strange reason, the desire to watch this sweet, innocent woman scream for me over and over again overrode my usual selfish need to get off and walk away. Go figure.
    “More,” she rasped in that sultry whiskey voice of hers, and my cock throbbed in my pants.
    I stood from my crouched positon and gently pushed her onto her back. Taking a step back from the bed, I stared down at what had to be the sexiest woman I had ever seen. Long legs melted into a lush hourglass figure. Before she could change her mind, I had her jeans and panties off her body and tossed them on the floor with the rest of her clothes. Circling her slender ankles with my fingers, I stroked my hands up her mile long legs, while following along behind with my tongue. She chanted my name as if it was a prayer. I had never felt more like a man than I did at that moment. Normally, I had stellar self-control, but tonight, with this woman, I had none. Skimming my tongue up the inside of her thigh, my head swam with her floral, citrus essence and suddenly I wanted to slow things down, to savor her. What the hell, Dillon? You need to stop thinking this shit. Shaking all thoughts from my head, I forced myself to speed up by latching onto her clit and giving it a good, hard suck. This caused her to scream and buck. She let out a long gasp of pleasure and groaned my name when I slid a finger inside.
    “Dilllllloooooon.”
    Fuck! She was tight and wet. I wanted inside her more than I wanted my next breath.
    “Feel good?” I asked.
    She frantically nodded her head up and down.
    “You want more?”
    Instead of giving me words, both of her hands shot to my head. She threaded her fingers through my hair and tilted her hips to my mouth. I had my answer. With my fingers and my mouth, I gave it to her and she loved every minute of it. Right as the orgasm hit, she scratched her short nails across my scalp. This woman was made for me trickled through my conscience. Pushing it away, I stood and stripped off my clothes. Then I climbed up her body and stared down into her sated blue eyes.
    “Are you ready for me, Isabella? ‘Cause if you’re not, you’d better say so now.”
    Her lips turned up and I couldn’t help but notice how her whole face lit up when she smiled.
    “Has anyone ever told you you’re really good at that?” she huskily asked. I answered with a smile. Her eyes bore through me as I ripped open the condom wrapper. They followed my hands down to my hard cock and widened in surprise when I pumped it a few times before sliding the