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his features. Her hands moved to his shoulders and then down his chest. When she reached his waist, she tugged at his T-shirt to raise it above his belly.
    “Wow.” She pulled the cotton up and over his head. “That is even more impressive than I expected.”
    * * *
    Katie was having difficulty catching her breath. Kissing Viktor was both the same and different. Seeing his naked chest, she was hard-pressed not to drool in admiration. The man was gorgeous!
    She scored the taut skin over his pectorals with her nails. He gave a little shiver. Then she plucked at his nipples and he gave a soft moan. Finally she let her hands glide all the way down his abdomen to his waistband. She could see the hard outline of him there. Her crotch was spread open over his groin. He was so close and yet so unbelievably far.
    He began to kiss her again. Cupping her head in his huge hands, he dragged her closer and took her mouth in a slow, mind-numbing kiss that left her brain completely fogged over. Every nerve in her body was thrumming with need. She was so turned on that her lounge pants were getting soaked in the crotch area. Now was probably not the time to mention that she wasn’t wearing panties. She had a feeling he was going to discover that soon enough anyway.
    “Your turn,” he told her.
    There was a gleam in his dark eyes as he gently lifted her T-shirt over her head. She had taken off her bra, and felt self-conscious about her bare breasts. She quickly covered them with her arms. Viktor wasn’t having any of that. He pried her arms away and pulled them up around his neck. Then he leaned forward and laved his tongue around her left nipple.
    Katie forgot to be shy. In fact, she was the opposite of shy. Moaning like a wanton thing, she grabbed the back of Viktor’s head and dragged him closer. She wanted more. Then he began to lick and suck while twisting her other nipple with his fingertips. He switched off, using his mouth on one while he fondled the other with his hand. It was a glorious feeling and she couldn’t get enough.
    She was moving against him and she soon realized that the riding motion was grinding her sex right over the ridge of his erection. She continued to rock her hips until she realized that she was actually going to come.
    A deep ache started at her core. She closed her eyes and threw her head back as she tried desperately to assuage the need she felt. His hands left her breasts, finding a spot on her hips and helping her discover a rhythm of motion that pushed her even closer to the edge of reason.
    “Come for me, Katie,” Viktor told her softly. “Show me your passion. Come on, sweetheart, let me have it.”
    The erotic words were too much. Katie climaxed in a rush of warm cream and a shout that left her throat feeling raspy and raw. She could barely breathe. And when it was all over she collapsed to Viktor’s chest.
    * * *
    Viktor was going to die of acute sexual frustration and he didn’t care. The taste of Katie’s breasts was on his tongue and the scent of her pussy was in his nose. His cock was throbbing with the need to be inside her.
    She was trembling against him and he gave her a moment to come back to herself. Carefully rubbing her back, he began to gently massage her warm skin. Then he nudged her. “Stand up for a second, sweetheart, and let’s get these pants off.”
    There was a moment when he wondered if she might protest, but she dismounted from his lap long enough to slip her pants down over her hips. After that, Viktor was almost too entranced by the beauty of her to pay attention to his own clothing. How he managed to get his pants unfastened and down over his hips was a mystery when he couldn’t stop looking at the pretty strip of dark hair atop Katie’s mound. His pants hung up somewhere in the vicinity of his calves, but that didn’t matter. Nothing else did.
    “Come here.” He took her hand and drew her back onto his lap.
    Viktor realized that she was watching everything.