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Would she glisten completely naked under his gaze, her body open and bare in the moonlight?
    He’d never been so desperate to see before.
    But he could smell her. All woman. He took a deep breath. She was so close he picked up the scent of her musky, deep desire.
    “Ahh,” she moaned. “So warm. My skin is soft, wet, aching for touch. My pussy quivers in anticipation of a climax.” She opened her eyes and met his gaze. “I need to come, Mike.”
    She felt everything. He could only imagine, and his synapses were firing overtime. All he could see was her hand moving up and down under her skirt. It was driving him crazy. He wanted to lean her back against the couch, lift her silk skirt and plant his mouth over her steaming cunt, then lick her until she screamed, flooding his mouth with her come.
    But this was her game, and she was in charge. It would be so easy to take his cock out and jack off watching her, but he wanted this to be for her. He wanted her to be the center of attention and no matter how rock hard his dick got, no matter how tightly his balls knotted up, he wasn’t going to get off. Not yet, anyway.
    That was going to happen later, when he was inside her. So he was just going to have to grip the edge of the chair with both hands and ride this out for as long as it took. Or as long as she took. And frankly, drinking in the sight of her, watching her move her hand farther down between her legs, not being able to see but knowing exactly what she was doing…
    It was insane. Fucking hot and crazy. He’d wanted to do something he’d never done before? This was it. This wasn’t “Get down to it and fuck hard.” It wasn’t “Do it ten different ways upside down or hanging from the ceiling.” This was slow seduction. A woman who knew her body and how to pleasure herself and her man. A torturous tease, fully clothed.
    Yeah, he’d never had it like this before. He dug his fingers into the thick leather chair and hung on for the ride. Her face flushed, the lights from the city casting her in a blue glow as she moved her hips in a sinuous rhythm to the slow, rhythmic jazz playing on the radio. She was like a classy stripper, only no clothes were coming off and it was driving him to the brink. She taunted him with what he couldn’t see—just the stroking movements of her hand under her skirt.
    But then he heard it—the sound of her fingers slipping inside her pussy. Wet, sucking sounds as she fucked herself, followed by her low moan.
    Fuck!
    “Do you hear it?” she asked, her voice tight with strain.
    “Yes.”
    “My pussy’s so wet, Mike.”
    “Tell me how many fingers you have inside yourself.”
    “Two. It feels so good. Oh, it feels so damn good.”
    Her lips were parted and she was breathing through her mouth now. Panting, actually. He wanted to be where she was. He wanted his fingers inside her, making her feel that good. He wasn’t sure he’d ever wanted anything more in his life.
    The undulations under her skirt grew faster. She tucked her other hand in her skirt, then shifted her hips forward.
    “My clit’s swollen.”
    “Tell me what you’re doing.” He had to know. His cock was near bursting. He’d never felt such pain before, so much excitement.
    “Fucking myself. One hand. Rubbing my clit with the other.”
    She could barely speak through her panting breaths now. He found himself fighting for breath, too, as he watched her, forcing himself to keep his seat instead of leaping out of it to tear her skirt away and bury his face in her pussy. The scent of her was driving him mad. He hadn’t come in his pants since he was a kid, but she was bringing him pretty close.
    “Oh, oh, God I need to—”
    “Do it, Grace. Come for me.” He couldn’t wait one more goddamn minute, and if she didn’t have an orgasm soon, he wasn’t sure he could hold to his part of the bargain.
    She squeezed her eyes shut, tilted her head back and let out a cry as she released, her hands moving fast and