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“No, I’m not shy.” Her fear of intimacy wasn’t about being naked, it was about being touched by a stranger after years of not sharing her bed with anyone. She pulled off her shirt. She was curvy in just the right places, as men had been telling her since she was fifteen. Her boobs weren’t small, but they weren’t huge either. She had a comfortable work bra, ugly, no lace, no frills. She hastened to take it off.
“You really aren’t shy.” His eyes heated as they caressed her body. Now her nipples showed, hardening under his stare. He ran a rough-skinned finger along her shoulder, raising goosebumps along her arms.
“So smooth. Lie down please.”
She obeyed, and he leaned, blowing air into her belly button, which was both ticklish and arousing. She giggled and ran her fingers through his short hair, the softness pleasant. He hummed a response. Her self-confidence was returning. She used to be good at this. His lips found her nipple and sucked, and she jerked as her center clenched in response.
“Take off my pants,” she asked, as his clever mouth tortured her other breast. She was rushing this, but she was still afraid of losing her nerve.
He let out an amused huff. “Since you asked.”
He unclasped her jeans button, dragging the zipper down, the pressure getting closer and closer to where she desperately needed to be touched.
“Okay, Dafna?”
“Yes.”
Two large palms encircled her hips, and she held her tummy and prayed as he pulled down the tight jeans.
“Underwear,” she commanded. His baritone laugh sent tingles down her back. Cool air hit as he peeled off her underwear. She thanked her habits that her pubic hair was trimmed to a bikini line.
“Can I eat you?”
She gave him a small nod. God, how she wanted to be touched. He pulled her to him, and then his hot, wet mouth was on her. His tongue traced her slit, making every nerve ending in her pussy sing. Warmth spread, lapping at the ends of her ears, curling her toes, setting her belly on fire.
“Erez,” she said his name loudly, like she was trying it on for size.
It fit.
“Erez,” she repeated, more loudly. She had never been vocal during lovemaking. At first, it was because she thought it wasn’t done. Then, when she knew better, the children were young, and they’d always kept very quiet. Now decorum be damned. He licked, slurped, and sucked, and she melted under his mouth.
She keened, and he grasped her thighs in response. He growled, a deep bass sending vibrations to her core. She pushed her pelvis into his face, feeling the tight ball in her belly loosening. She was having an orgasm, a real one, from a man, and she wanted him to hear what he was doing to her.
He held her strongly as she squirmed and wriggled, keeping his mouth at the exact right spot. She straightened, like an arrow from a quiver, and then shot out into space, shouting his name.
Chapter 5
It’s My Night At The Luna Park
"Erez," The silence of her vast bedroom echoed deliciously. She cried out his name, and her thighs crushed his cheeks. He drank her cum, which tasted of mint and lemon, and like a mojito, it went straight to his head. He dug his knees into the rug at the foot of her bed and squeezed her soft thighs with his palms. Her cries had fattened his swollen cock. Caged in his jeans, it was begging to be let loose.
He surveyed his handiwork. She was sprawled on the bed, naked, pubic hair glistening, pale belly gleaming. Raising his eyes, he ran them over her bedroom’s walls which were filled with family pictures of Dafna and her ex, and their two sons. She didn’t cut him out of the photos, and the way she behaved, not out of her life either.
Well, she said his name just now. He would make her scream a few more times tonight, forget herself and her broken marriage. He’d spread her juicy thighs, slide into her, and demand to hear his name.
She propped on her elbows and watched him as he stepped out of his shoes, one by one, and took off his socks. He was unbuckling his belt when her question hit him:
“Do you have a condom?”
Fuck! Rookie mistake!
“A condom?” He stalled, panic building in his abdomen, realizing that he most definitely didn’t have one. His last relationship ended three months ago. He always used condoms, even after testing for sexually transmitted diseases. It was the accountant in him, plus he learned his lesson the hard way. Wear a condom if you don’t want children, never expect the lady to take cautionary measures for you. But he didn’t travel everywhere with them. His brother would have been better prepared. Eitan always had one in his trousers’ back pocket.
“You know, that’s so embarrassing. I don’t.”
“This is my one and only night at the luna park, and I want to go on all the rides.”
She pouted, and it was so cute that Erez burst out laughing. She smiled at him, her eyes brown and deep in the half light, her hair streaming behind her. Her sensual beauty struck him. She obviously knew she was appealing, but he didn’t think she was aware of her full power, of the magnetism she possessed.
