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I should be with her now.
She's so damn afraid that I'll break her heart – she'd rather be alone than take a chance.
I get up and have a shower, scrubbing myself hard with a rough loofah, determined not to give in to my usual carnal needs in the shower because I kno
w it would be to fantasies of India in the shower with me – on her knees, sucking my cock, or me pounding her while she leans against the shower wall, her arms around my neck, her thighs thrown around my waist, my cock buried deep inside of her.
I won't give in.
Instead, I scrub my skin almost raw and then get out of the shower, wrap my towel around my waist, and brush my teeth like I mean it – too hard probably, but I'm angry and frustrated.
Angry feels better than sad.
Then, the buzzer announces someone at the front entrance.
I leave the bathroom and check the video feed.
India…
I buzz her in and open the door, standing in the hallway, still dripping wet with only a towel around my waist.
I push my hair out of my eyes and watch as she comes up the stairs.
She doesn't say anything but I feel her eyes move over my body, from my feet to my groin, briefly, then to my face.
I expect her to stop and be hesitant. For all I know, she was coming by to talk, but instead, she comes right up to me and puts her hand behind my head, pulling me down for a kiss.
That does it.
I kiss her back, pulling her against my body, and I know she's made her decision.
She's decided to be with me and see what happens rather than making me say the words.
In a sense, I've won, but she's won as well, because obviously, this is what she really wants.
She wants us together.
Period.
I don't waste any time and I don't hesitate. I pull her into my apartment and we're already taking off her clothes even before I get the door shut. I pull her dress off over her head, and see that she's done what I said – she went and bought one of those front-closure bras so I can more easily remove it, and I do. I figure out how it works on the fly and unlatch it so her glorious breasts – breasts I've fantasized over like a teenage boy – break free. While I imagined her on her knees before me, now I pull her over to the sofa and sit on the arm, pressing my face between her breasts like I can't get enough of them.
And I can't. I nuzzle them and squeeze them and nip at both nipples, one after the other, before taking one into my mouth and sucking until it hardens into a tight bud against my tongue. I move to the other and do the same, sucking and licking her breasts and nipples until she writhes against me, moaning.
"I want to suck your clit," I say, looking up into her eyes. Her face flushes with desire at that and I know I've struck gold. She loves it when I tell her what I want to do to her. She likes dirty talk. "Then," I add, narrowing my eyes. "I'm going to lick your slit and fuck you with my tongue until you come all over it."
"You can do anything you want to me," she says in a breathy voice.
"Oh, I can and I will," I reply. Then I slide her panties off, down over her curvaceous hips to the floor and she steps out of them. Now, she's gloriously naked except for her heels. When she bends down to take one off, I stop her.
"No, keep them on. I like the way you look in them. Like sex on legs."
She smiles, and complies with my demand. I stand and kiss her, then turn her around so that she leans against the back of the sofa and I kneel before her once more and lift her thigh and rest it on my shoulder. Her pussy is right in my face and I spread her so that I can see her slit and her clit, her lips open for me. I lick slowly, starting as low as I can until I feel her hard clit against my tongue. She groans in response and so I keep licking her, circling her clit with my tongue, not touching it directly just yet. I'll make her beg.
She tries to press her pussy against my mouth in her need, but I deny her. "Not yet," I say and slip a finger and then two inside of her warm wetness, her silky flesh hot and ready for me. I reach up and feel that ridge of flesh and stroke while I lick her, each time avoiding direct contact on her clit. I know that will drive her wild.
"Oh, God," she moans, her eyes closed and her body tense.
"What do you want?" I ask, wanting to force her to say the words. "Tell me and I'll do it."
