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"You touch me just right, baby," she whimpered, and he couldn't wrap his head around this wet dream.
"You make me so crazy, honey . . . I never thought I'd find you."
"I'm here, Daniel . . . .this is so right," she hissed as her hips rolled toward the sweet pressure created by his expert hands.
Daniel wanted to make her come apart, so he moved down her body to kiss her legs with his hungry lips.
"Are you real?" she moaned.
"Are you?" he chuckled as his attention drifted further up her thighs.
It had been a lifetime since he'd tasted a woman, and he prayed that she wanted him to. She threaded her fingers through his hair; he presumed he was on the right path.
He worked his way between her hot thighs, and her legs opened, allowing him close enough to smell the sweet fire before him.
Daniel loved the scent of her desire blended with sweet-smelling feminine lotion. Her soft white inner thighs invited him to the pagan poetry behind the lace of her panties.
He kissed that red lace slowly and softly, teasing her into his web.
She moaned and pulled his hair to get him closer, and he couldn't wait to test his skills.
Soon he was urging her panties down her legs, and he could tell from the look in her eyes that she wanted him.
He felt like a man again, a sexual being and not only a father, and he realized how badly he needed it.
Going down on her was a moment he never thought would happen. Seeing her for the first time in the bar and having her show interest in him was like a shot in the dark, and ever since that day, he was a different man.
She fell under his spell quickly, and soon her thighs were trembling with satisfaction as she pulled his mouth closer.
"Good God, Daniel . . . .that so good."
He smiled but didn't stop teasing her clit gently with his lips and tongue. He kept it simple for the first time, and it was more than enough because she came apart less than 5 minutes into it.
When she made a move to reciprocate, it was so good he could hardly imagine it going better. Anna stripped him of his jeans, and he prayed they wouldn't be discovered by a cop or an innocent bystander as she pulled her dress over her head and unfastened her bra.
She rolled over him, slid a leg over one of his, and he could feel her wetness against his upper thigh as she worked his dick with her eager hand.
"You're so sexy . . . it's taking all I have not to ride you right now, but I don't have a condom," she sighed.
"I do, but there's no rush if you'd rather wait," he panted.
"You have one?"
"Sorry, I wasn't presuming anything about you . . . it was just in case."
"It's OK; I wasn't thinking that," she insisted. "Grab it."
Daniel fumbled with his jacket and grabbed the condom he wasn't seriously thinking he'd need. He looked at her with his heart on his sleeve and love in his eyes and knew that she could read him like a book.
"Daniel, I feel the same as you . . . come to me."
It was just what he needed to hear. It had been so long for him that he almost wept as he moved over her.
He kissed her forehead and paused momentarily as he let Candace go.
"For me, this is a lot more than sex. I want you to know that."
"I know that, Daniel."
