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on my
jeans then traced the seam along the crotch. "Baby, you should be
in your bathing suit by now."
    I couldn't contain the twitch of
self-consciousness that jerked my shoulders back. Aiden was right.
Any other weekend at the lake, I would have been in my bathing suit
already. But on that day, Aiden no longer was the close family
friend who drove my wet dreams. He had done things to me, things I
wanted him to repeat. Seeing my ample flesh in the one piece I
brought would have killed any man's erection.
    Sighing, he shook his head at me.
"You've never hidden your body from me, baby. You're not going to
start now."
    I wrinkled my nose at him,
communicating that I didn't like having my mind read. Then I made a
little gesture at my chest. "I'm hardly hiding."
    He grabbed my breasts with both hands,
using them to pull me flush against him. His eyes drifted shut then
he placed his cheek against mine and nibbled at my ear. "It's an
access issue, baby."
    "If you wanted access, my panties and
jeans would be off," I snorted, my Fattitude rising to poke at him.
"I'm starting to think you're all talk and no cock, Aiden
Perry."
    Laughter rumbled through his chest and
he gave my nipple a hard tweak. His hand snaked between our bodies
and I heard the snap of his jeans then the slide of his zipper. He
kissed the side of my face, close to the corner of my mouth as if
purposefully taunting me.
    "Sure about that, little
girl?"
    I turned my head, my mouth searching
for his as my fingers skimmed down his waist to the top of his
jeans. His erection topped the line of his cotton briefs, the whole
head with its fat arrow tip free and smooth to the touch. I licked
my lips, wanting my first taste of him.
    A throaty sigh left him and he stopped
evading my mouth. His tongue slipped past my lips as his fingers
dug into my arms. I eased my hand into his underwear to gently
stroke at the shaft. He was longer than my hand by a good three
inches and as wide as three fingers.
    Need gripped me -- gripped and
squeezed my pussy, my chest, my stomach. Gripped and throttled
until I trembled like a leaf in a strong breeze.
    "Why are…we waiting?" A moan broke the
question in half and I finished with a mewling whisper.
    His kisses turned into small, hungry
bites and I sensed that he desired me every bit as badly as I crave
him.
    "Because I want to slowly drive you
crazy." Squeezing my breast, he launched a fresh attack against my
throat. "I want to tie you down and fuck you softly before I fuck
you rough. I want to take you loving before I am merciless. I want
you so thoroughly used and exhausted, you won't give those boys
back at school so much as a smile. You'll shut them out completely
because you can't wait to get back to my bed."
    "I already do." Frustrated, pussy
throbbing, I was close to tears. I squeezed at his shaft, trying to
goad him into action. "I haven't--"
    Aiden stopped mid-kiss to look at my
face. One dark brow arched and his mouth went all serious. He shook
his head slowly, nostrils flaring. The tanned skin paled, telling
me I had said too much.
    "You don't mean..." He took a deep
breath as his pupils dilated. "You can't be..."
    The question died on his lips. I
understood him well enough to know that he was thinking about what
he did in the kitchen -- the animalistic passion, the way he
claimed my flesh after I tightened my anxious virgin pussy to bar
his admittance. His actions were fueled by the misconception that I
had at least a little experience under my belt.
    Now he knew differently. Outside of my
own fingers, I had only that afternoon with Aiden.
    "Cece, you're pulling my leg." There
was no conviction in his face or his tone. Far from it -- he looked
like he had just stepped on a newborn kitten.
    Suddenly, I felt like I was back in
high school, not college. I didn't know a single woman my age who
would or could have admitted to being a virgin. I didn't want to
admit it either, but I did. "I haven't...no one has touched me
like..."
    I