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frothy and
had a slight flavor of wine to it, and he wondered if it were the
bubbles that were suddenly making him feel light headed or
something far more primitive.
    Sitting the glass down, Bronwyn reached
beyond him and turned off the tap, her breast now overtly sliding
against his back, which was now taut with attention to her every
breath and movement. Unsure whether to turn around or not, and
unwilling to risk breaking the spell they were weaving or letting
her know he was already hard as a rock, Daniel stood stalk still,
only his chest rising and falling deeply as he listened to that
intoxicating rustle of her clothing against his.
    “So,” she whispered against one of his
shoulder blades, “what are your plans for today?”
    He managed only a weak croak that indicated
nothing. Hell, at that moment, he could have been expected for a
NASA launch that afternoon and he would have sworn his calendar was
free.
    “Coast is clear all weekend,” he joked,
hoping he sounded debonair.
    Hot and cold shivers and waves skittered
down his nervous system when he felt the puffs of her hot breath
against the downy curls at the back of his neck, and he felt an
uncomfortably un-masculine weakness in his knees. A humiliating
little squeak even escaped him, from somewhere below his heart,
from deep in his belly.
    “Oh God,” he breathed as he could feel her
rub his length through his thick cords, praying for fortitude.
    Finally, he could take no more, and spun
into her arms, where he found her in nothing but a robe of alluring
dark teal made from yards of a floating, dreamy cloth he couldn’t
name. Sending up a silent prayer of gratitude, he finally allowed
his instincts to take over, and grasped her by the fertile hips to
pull her into a somewhat clumsy but passionate kiss.
    “I knew you’d taste this good,” he murmured
absently against her lips, and followed her as she backed up
towards the table without breaking the link of their mouths, even
when she hopped up on the surface and began to undo his fly with
eager hands.
    “Are we… I mean, this is really going to…”
not yet fully believing his luck, Daniel’s brain fumbled as all of
his usually articulate speech flew out of his brain, or was left
behind as the rest of him flew into the stratosphere. Unsure how to
say what he knew he needed to ask, he ground out, “A rubber – I
don’t have any.”
    “Were you born this practical?” Bronwyn
asked as she whipped off his plain, black belt. “I’ve been on the
pill since I was your age,” she laughed. She pulled him down to her
so she could playfully nip at his ear lope before whispering, “Have
you been a dirty boy?”
    “Only by myself,” he promised, thanking his
lucky stars, “I swear it.”
    Bronwyn laughed a moment, then suddenly
pushed at his chest lightly. “Wait… You’re serious?”
    Discomforted, Daniel couldn’t answer, but he
watched the realization about his virginity dawn on her face and he
wanted to pour through the floor and never be seen again.
    “Well…” she said, giving a mischievous
little grin that seemed to drip with some mysterious overtones of
feminine power and satisfaction. “Now this is interesting,” she
purred, licking the lobe where she had just nipped. “We might need
the whole weekend, after all,” she nuzzled into his neck. “Seems I
get to break you in,” she teased with a saucy laugh.
    “Really, help yourself,” he offered,
magnanimously, and they folded in on one another.
    “Mmmmm, now,” she squealed, taking him into
her hand. “You are a big boy, now, aren’t you?” They were her last
words before they both were too preoccupied to speak.
    In the release of all his pent up lust,
Daniel lost track of where everything was at any given time. All at
once, his pants were at his ankles, and he could feel her
fingernails driving like a master’s lash on his ass and hips and
back, and he lost most rational thought after that, except for how
delicious it was to