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dresser, clearing the top with one arm as she held onto him with a vice like grip.
    She unlocked her legs from around his waist when he set her down. She boosted herself up on her hands so that he could pull her tights and panties off. Susan was now almost fully naked, except for her sports bra, while he was fully clothed. It just didn't seem fair. “You have on too many clothes.”
    “No, you do. Hands up.” He reached beneath the hem of the sports bra and pulled it up and over her raised arms. “You are seriously beautiful.”
                  The compliment made her slightly uncomfortable; she didn't know why, but it did. She reached out and ran her hands over his shoulders. “You're not so bad yourself but still wearing way too many clothes.”             
    “Fair enough,” he stepped back, stripped off his shirt while kicking off his sneakers. It was a thrill to see his body; it was always a thrill. The time he spent working out didn't seem like enough to maintain the perfection right in front of her eyes.
    Susan knew from experience that his skin would be soft over the hard span of his muscles. There were several scars; she knew them by touch and feel and wanted suddenly to know them by taste. She wanted to explore him and to be explored. Never in her life had she been as turned on as she was now, and they hadn't really done much more than kiss. Her mind was having a hard time imagining the pleasure that awaited, in fact she was almost sure that she wouldn't be able to take it. And then his hand was between her legs and she was sure of it.
    Susan came hard with just the slightest touch of his fingers, began the upward climb once more when he slid his hands up her thighs, urged her legs open wider. His touch was soft, the feeling of his calloused fingers against her clit tore a scream from Susan's throat. The slow climb building up to orgasm that she'd come to expect was suddenly express service. It hit her hard and fast and took her breath away as her body took on a mind of its own.
    Her hands reached out for him, fingers slipping over smooth skin. “Houdini. Now.”
    “Demanding much?”
    “Don't tease me. Please don't.” Susan shut her eyes, tried to shove back the little voice of doubt that was now shouting in her mind. If the voice got louder, if she overthought this situation, she was sure that it would do damage to whatever it was they were building. She didn't want that. “Please.”
    “I'm not going to tease you, Susan. Well, not right now at least. We've got plenty of time for that later. I just need to get to my pants.”
    It took a second for Susan to realize why he'd want his pants. She was as rocked by the fact that she was ready to let him in her without even thinking of a condom as she had been by the orgasm. “At least one of us is thinking straight.”
    “I love that you're not thinking straight.” He kissed her deeply, nipped down on her bottom lip, and then moved to where he'd left his pants. She watched him fumble his wallet, and while he swore, Susan couldn't help but giggle.
    Her decision to vouch for Houdini, bring him into The Strays, had been the best decision of her life, because she'd never been this happy or felt this free. Nothing in her past could hold a candle to the way that she felt now, the way that he made her fee. Susan felt restless as she watched him roll the condom down his length.
    He seemed to sense that, because he returned to her quickly, pulled her to the very edge of the dresser. Susan smiled up at him, too far gone to wait. She needed him. It was a compulsion, something she didn't have any control over, and she realized she didn't want to be able to control it.
    Thoughts rushed through her mind so fast that she couldn't make them out, and then there was no more thought as the tip of his length pressed against her. “Yes.” Susan wrapped her legs around him, held tight so that he'd slide deeper inside of her. “Oh, fuck. Fuck.” Her