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her, but at least she could tell THAT. She shifted a little so her hips was more firmly nestled against his pelvis.
    Oh yes. She could feel it.
    He sucked in a breath, as if he knew she’d made that contact on purpose. She wasn’t sure which she wanted more, to try touching him, or to get him to touch her again. Well, he had started things. She could make the next move.
    Syria snaked her hand between them, pressing her palm against the long bulge. He was angled to one side, trapped in the khaki pants. That couldn’t be comfortable. She reached for his belt, trying not to let her jangling nerves slow her down. “May I?” she asked him this time.
    He nodded against her hair.
    She tugged the leather strip out and pulled on the buckle. Rather than just leave it hanging there, she slid it, slowly and leisurely, out of all the loops.
    Now his knees bent a little, and she smiled to herself. The belt hit the floor behind them and she reached for the button, tugging it loose. His zipper broke the silence of the room and his breathing sped up a notch.
    Syria wasn’t sure what to do next, pull his pants down where they’d get caught on his shoes, or just reach for him? After a hesitation, she peeled the front of his pants away and grasped the elastic band of his boxers.
    It didn’t take much to release him, long and lean and now pointing straight up. She couldn’t see a lot in the dim light, but the end glistened. She formed a circle with her fingers and thumb and surrounded him, trying to decide how tight was too tight to hold on.
    The skin actually moved, surprising her. She’d expected it to all be, well, attached . He groaned a little, so she repeated the movement, now alternating between tighter and looser grips. “Syria,” he whispered. “I need you in my bed.”
    He pushed down his pants and kicked off his shoes. Syria released him, watching him undress without any shyness. His chest was lean, light muscles leading to nice hard arms with decent girth. His belly was flat with just a tiny amount of hair near the bottom as it led down.
    Syria swallowed the lump in her throat as she watched the boxers come off and she could see clearly what she’d been touching before. She’d seen diagrams in sex ed, and the occasional random porn shot on the internet. But the real thing, up close and personal, was so different.
    Anthony got the pants and boxers off and away and stood there a moment, watching her. She was fascinated by his body, by all the things she could explore. She reached for him again, continuing the grasp on him that he had liked. What would it be like to do the same thing with her mouth? Was that too much? Would that make her a slut?
    She didn’t care. She wanted to do it and she would. It’s not like Anthony was in her circles. He knew her name but not her phone number or where she lived, or anything about her. She could walk away if need be. Tonight she’d do whatever the hell came into her head. She knelt in front of him and slid her lips where only her hands had been.
    He responded immediately, sucking in a gulp of air and then groaning as she made her way down. He was sticky and fleshy, both sweet and tangy, not like anything she’d ever tasted. But she liked it, especially when she tightened her lips and he grasped her hair, his knees bending.
    The bed was close, so she pushed him toward it, breaking away only for a moment to let him fall back, naked on his bed, while she was fully clothed. This felt powerful, as though this were her moment, and only she got to do what she wanted.
    She bent down and brought him back into her mouth, letting her hands go everywhere, his chest and arms and belly and hips. She grasped the bottom part of his shaft that she couldn’t get to with her mouth, and cupped the soft round balls beneath it.
    Syria couldn’t stop herself now that the dam had burst. She wanted everything, to do it all, even the things she couldn’t quite fathom. She worked faster, sensing him