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her
eyes. With careful deftness, he swallowed the last of his whiskey,
set the glass on the counter, and moved his head closer to hers.
Their foreheads almost touched, his palms resting on the counter on
either side of her; A human barrier. “I think,” he
whispered, low and dark, “that you were curious, too.”
    “No!”
She gasped, smelling his warm scent, feeling his closeness. Every
little detail of his lips were visible as he spoke, as he smiled
slightly. “I'm not...”
    “You
are,” he stated, factual and cold. The situation, the power
shift, his blood pounding with desire and predatory need, mixed with
just enough whiskey.
    He
was feeling amazing.
    “You're
curious, you just don't want to say it. But,” he said, cutting
off her pouted response, “how about this.” He rocked on
his feet, bringing his teeth close to her left ear, voice a hush of
silky arousal. “If you think you're not, then take a bet with
me. If I can get you to want it, you let me, ok?”
    Brandy
was baffled, but her head was swimming. The alcohol was making her
dizzy, confused, or was it his nearness? She had always found him
attractive, always enjoyed his witty words and the way his mouth
could make some of the most sly grins. His whole form was
intoxicating then, what should she do? If she said no, would he back
off? Did she not want to at least play around with him some? Hadn't
she confessed to planning that? “I...” She began, softly.
“I guess that's...um...”
    Promptly,
he brought his teeth to her ear and nibbled, light and firm, but
sudden. She wasn't prepared, she gasped audibly and leaned back into
the counter with a moaning shiver. When he chuckled around the flesh,
vibrating her skin, she felt goosebumps rise. His tongue was soft and
warm, circling the shell like shape of her ear, down to her neck. His
mumble was almost quiet enough to miss.
    “I'll
take that as a yes.”

    ****

    Brandy
lay on Paul's bed, pressed deeply into the pliant blankets by his
firm, warm body on top of her. They had quickly stumbled from the
kitchen after a moment of brief necking, but he was insistent.
Crouched over her body, he continued to kiss her neck a bit more,
before making a trail with his lips up her jaw. Despite herself, she
was moaning constantly, wiggling under him with eagerness. Her
thoughts were blurred, she knew she had wanted this, and she couldn't
recall why she had been so hesitant earlier. When his mouth captured
her lower lip in a gentle nibble, she pressed back on him to turn it
into a full blown kiss.
    Sensual,
sweet, raw and rough; Paul was an animal she had never known existed.
His fingers dug under her, forcing into her back to cause her to arch
her chest into him. Tongues danced, Brandy was barely able to breath,
and she didn't care.
    He
had managed, she realized suddenly, to unhook her bra without her
noticing. With precision, he slid her shirt over her breasts in one
quick motion, freeing the round orbs to bounce softly in response.
Her eyes burned with passion and pleasant surprise at his
forcefulness, and red tresses tossed when he lowered his lips to her
left pink nipple.
    Rolling
her head, she cried out helplessly, diving down into the wonderful
sensation. He pressed her up, deeper into his face, licking perfect
circles around her nub. Leaning over, he moved for the lonely
opposite tit, suckling rhythmically. His free hand took over on the
original wet nipple, thumbing and rubbing it in such a way she could
feel her body instantly react.
    Shifting
with a wanton groan, she rubbed her thighs together; Feeling her quim
soaking, her clit beginning to swell. Losing track of time, all she
could focus on was her body budding with a growing fire, an
insatiable flame of passion. Clawing at the blankets, she cried out
when she felt his teeth, ever so lightly.
    But
Paul was not done, no. He could tell her body was ready, if he had
wanted to fuck her then, he didn't doubt she'd thank him. However,
this was not his goal; He