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sure was a command to stay, then he pulled her panties off.
    “No tan lines,” he said.
    It wasn’t a question, so she didn’t answer him. From the way he was smiling, she thought he approved. Both his hands went to her right foot. His grasp was firm. There was no way she could confuse the way he was touching her with a caress. Not that it was bad, it was just firm. He massaged as he literally explored every inch of her.
    She had to swallow her protest. She didn’t like her body and didn’t want him looking that closely at it. She didn’t have the figure women were supposed to have. Her hips were too narrow, her waist was too short and there was no way she would have an “hour glass” figure no matter how much she tried. All she could do was keep in shape so that she didn’t get fat. Her mother didn’t exercise and looked like an apple with legs. She wasn’t going to let that happen to her, even if it meant spending a large portion of her life in a gym.
    The difficulty was that she really didn’t want him to stop what he was doing. He had worked his way up each of her legs and everywhere seemed to be melting under his touch. Each breath got shorter as he worked his way up her thighs. She knew he would be touching her pussy in seconds. The anticipation was driving her crazy, but knowing that he would have his hands on her most sensitive place, which was screaming for attention, was the only thing keeping her quiet.
    Then he skipped the erogenous zone between her legs completely and started massaging her hands. She couldn’t stifle the groan of disappointment. That brought his eyes back up to hers and a little smirk to his lips. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, damn him.
    By biting her bottom lip, she was able to get through the slow, deep massage up both of her arms. That brought him to her face, even though her nipples were hard and pushing up at him, begging for attention.
    His touch changed to soft and sensual. He skimmed his fingertips over her forehead and across her cheeks. His lips came down on hers, but only briefly. Then they were making their way over her chin and down her neck. His fingertips never left her skin, but were no longer tracking each muscle group with firm pressure. Now everything was so light her nerve ending were stretching to be able to feel it. Just when she got used to the featherlight pressure of his finger, his warm tongue danced over her skin. She was squirming underneath him and couldn’t stop herself.
    He went directly from her neck to her breast. She gasped when he finally touched her where she had wanted him to all along. The way he focused his attention on her breast was amazing. She hadn’t thought that her chest was big enough to draw that much ministration, but he had both hands and his mouth involved. While one hand kneaded, the other hand touched her with the gentlest caress she had ever felt. Then, without warning, he drew her nipple into his mouth.
    The whole experience was leaving her breathless. She would have been content to let him spent the entire night playing with her breasts if it hadn’t been for the fire that was spreading through her body. The walls of her vagina were contracting, emphasizing that it was empty and didn’t want to be. She was going to go crazy if she didn’t get a cock inside her soon to appease the muscle spasms.
    He finally left her breast, but he was working his way down her stomach. She reacted instantly. There was no way she was going to endure more teasing.
    “No,” she stated.
    He shifted his head to look up at her and from his expression it was obvious he had no idea what it was he was doing wrong.
    “You are not going down there,” she explained. “You are going to come up here and fuck me right now.”
    “But…”
    “But nothing,” she said. “Either you fuck me right now, or I’ll go through this entire building until I find someone who will.”
    He rose to look at her and she realized what she had just said.