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“Are you back with your girl?” she asked.
“No.”
“If you could, would you?”
“I don’t know, because as much as I cared for her, if I was in love with her, you shouldn’t have mattered,” he said, and then looked startled. “Sorry. You know what I mean, right?”
Desdemona nodded. “I do,” she said, beckoning him closer with a bend of her finger.
He actually pointed to himself as if to say, “Me?”
“Yes, you. No one else is here, Loren,” she said patiently.
He was so nervous. So awkward. Unsure.
But handsome and filled with goodness.
This should be fun.
When he reached her, the warm scent of his cologne appealed to her, and her body responded to his closeness. Pulse racing. Heartbeat quickening. The sweet bud of her intimacy throbbing to life.
She removed his spectacles. “I want to thank you for teaching me to live, to enjoy, to explore more,” she said as she set them on the coffee table. “You are—were—like a breath of fresh air to my stale life. My routine. My rut.”
“You deserve it,” he said.
She straddled his lap. “And you deserve this,” she said, leaning in to capture his mouth with her own.
And so do I. The wait is over.
At first, the kiss was slow as their tongues lightly touched. She deepened it, welcoming the hunger she felt.
I need this.
“Sex is all about awareness,” she whispered into his open mouth as their eyes locked and she reached for his hands to press to her hips. “You have to be bold enough to know you’re a good lover, but sensitive enough to care if your lover is pleased, to be a great lover.”
He shifted his hand to grip her buttocks.
Desdemona gasped in pleasure and surprise. “Very good,” she said before leaning down to taste his mouth again before rising to her feet to ease her dress up over her head and stand before him naked.
“Damn,” he swore, his eyes taking in every bit of her soft curves.
She twisted her hair up in a loose topknot. “Now what?” she asked.
He rushed to stretch his legs and dig into his front pocket. “I brought condoms,” he said eagerly.
“Good, but there’s plenty in between getting naked and having sex, Lo,” she said, taking the condoms to toss beside him on the sofa. “And you’re not naked.”
Loren jumped to his feet and began to remove his clothes in rushed jerks. She fought the urge to tell him to slow down and appear less eager, but like the first time he tutored her, she was assessing his skill level.
His body was lean but strong, and his erection was long and curved. And hard. So very hard.
“Damn, Lo,” she said, looking up at him with appreciation.
He slowly grinned and massaged the length of his inches.
She stepped closer to him, tilting his dick upward to press between their bodies as she wrapped her arms around his neck and wove her fingers through his soft hair. “Damn,” she whispered again against his lips before he dipped his head to kiss her as he massaged her lower back and buttocks.
Remembering to teach him and not get lost in her desire, she guided his head until his lips were on her neck. She did the same, suckling the soft dip above his clavicle and loving the race of his pulse against her tongue as he shivered. She pressed kisses across his hard chest and bent her knees a bit to circle one brown nipple with her tongue.
