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“Touch
yourself.”
“Where?”
“You
choose.”
“I could be arrested.”
“You won’t be.”
She started shyly, using her finger to draw a line up the middle of her stomach.
“Mmm, yes, like that.”
His words gave her courage. She flattened her hand and passed it gently over the tips of her breasts, brushing her nipples the way he had their first night. His low moan made her smile.
“You’re watching out for people?”
“No one will see you but me.”
A new song started, “It’s Only Love.” Candy closed her eyes and swayed back and forth, humming softly. I think I met my match again.
“You’re killing me.”
“Yeah?” She cupped her breasts and pushed them up, offering them to him, circling her nipples with her thumbs, enjoying the stimulation, enjoying his pleasure more. She could see him at his window, one arm bent over his head, leaning on the glass, the rest of his body solid and still, broad shoulders tapering to his jeans. She focused on remembering the feel of 184
his erection between her legs, reliving the instant before he slid inside her the first time, so soft and so strong, insistent, unyielding.
The memory sent tingles down between her legs. She sent her fingers after them; the tingles became an unbearable ache.
“Justin.”
“Mmm.”
“I want you inside me.”
His breath drew in sharply over the phone. “What about your cupcakes?”
“Screw the cupcakes.”
“Tempting as that is…”
“Come over, Justin,” she whispered. “I’m naked and wet and I want you.”
She disconnected the call; his form disappeared from the window. A few seconds later, he was striding out his back door, down his driveway, a man on a mission. She lay down on the couch, legs open, not a way she’d ever greeted any man before, but it felt completely safe.
Her front door opened. Closed. He appeared around the corner and she caught her breath as she always did. He walked toward her, taking off his shirt. A few more steps and his pants were unbuttoned, unzipped; his cock emerged, fully erect. He put a condom on in record time, knelt between her legs. His palm landed possessively over her sex; she squirmed impatiently against the warm pressure. “Do I need to wait, Candy?”
“No.” She shook her head, pulled her knees up to her shoulders, caught in the upsurge of lust and vulnerability that made her feel sexually daring and emotionally shy. “Don’t wait.”
He broke their gaze to look down, hands on either side of her hips. “You are so beautiful spread for me like that.”
“Come inside me.”
“Now?” He took hold of his erection, used the tip to rub against her, up to her clit, around her sex, back up again, teasing her with the promise of his first thrust.
“Please.” She tried to wiggle forward but he held her back with a firm hand on her sternum, rubbing, circling, teasing, pushing in an inch, pulling out and circling again. “Justin.”
Another inch. She reached between his legs, encircled his penis and tried to pull it farther into her. When he resisted, she reached farther, took his balls in her hand and squeezed gently, manipulated the small pebbles in the larger, softer sac.
His body stiffened. He closed his eyes.
She had him, tugging, twisting gently, then skimming the outline of the bundle, making him shudder with pleasure.
She took hold again, used her thumb to stroke the sensitive spot on the underside of his penis at the base, where the skin changed texture.
He clenched his jaw; his breathing became labored. When she thought she’d tortured him to the point of desperation, she lay back, knees bent up again, spread wide for him.
“Now, Justin,” she whispered.
He plunged to the hilt, where he stayed, arms flung around her, pushing her back against the soft cushions of the couch with his body, keeping her there, still and silent except for their ragged breathing. Candy’s body caught fire, nerve end-ings registering every sensation, from the bulk of his cock filling her to the strength of him pinning her to the couch, to the warmth of his uneven exhale against her cheek.
His hips moved; he pulled slowly, slowly out, tugging deliciously at the walls of her vagina, then reentered, slowly again, still holding her captive.
