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"Yes, we'll get back to that. I have a request first."
"Ok, what is it?"
His hands slide under my top and skim across my skin and I shiver. "I want to strip you. Please. I've been dying to get you out of this sweater since I picked you up earlier."
"This old thing?" I ask, smiling at him, kidding around about the brand new purple v-neck sweater I bought special for our date.
"Yes, this." he says, tugging on the bottom hem. "You should always wear red or purple. Have I mentioned that?"
"I'll take it under advisement." I joke. His hands slide under my sweater, caressing my ribs and pausing briefly under my breasts. His green eyes find mine and I nod, giving him permission. It makes everything so much hotter, that he sought my consent first. This man is something special.
His hands cup my breasts over my bra and he groans as my breath catches. I need his touch on my bare skin. Now. No more waiting and letting him lead. I reach for the hem and he beats me to it, tugging the sweater over my head and sending it after his shirt.
"Impatient?" He purrs right into my ear and I nod.
"Yes, I want you to touch me, Gus."
"Whatever you want, angel. You don't have to ask me twice." And then we're kissing again, mouths fused tightly together as he reaches behind me to unhook my bra. He tosses it aside hastily, looking me over. My hands are at the waist of his slacks, loosening his belt and fumbling with his button when his mouth breaks from mine. He fills his hands with my breasts, testing their weight and squeezing them gently. Then his mouth comes down and the room goes hazy as his teeth graze my nipple before licking it and then sucking it into his mouth.
"Gus," I murmur, arching into his mouth, desperate for more. I feel him grin against my flesh before he switches to the other breast giving it the same attention. I recover enough brain power to remember what I was doing and manage to unzip his slacks. I push his pants and boxer briefs down in one go and then he's in my hand. Long and hard and velvety smooth. His hands tighten on me and he pulls me closer, biting at my breasts as I feel him out.
He moves into my touch, growling, "Ah, fuck, your hands are amazing, Betty."
I hum, not trusting my voice to work while he's making me stupid with his mouth on my body. I keep touching him, letting my fingers linger on his head and then down to his base and after a few moments, he's biting my shoulder and rocking into my hand.
"If you keep that up, this'll be over before we start," he murmurs before kissing my mouth again, his hands moving to the button of my skinny jeans. I keep touching him, enjoying the way his breath catches, how his hands turn urgent as they fumble my zipper down and then he's shoving my jeans and panties to the floor and I'm stepping out of them. He gently pushes me back on the bed and follows me down.
I scramble back toward the headboard, and he crawls toward me with intent. "You're gorgeous," he says after looking me over hungrily. I smile at him and the utter sincerity in his tone.
He kisses me as he settles against me, the press of his body sending electricity shooting through me. His hands smooth over my skin as though he's memorizing me. He nudges my legs apart with his knees and I spread for him eagerly. He rocks against me, teasing us both and I pull my mouth from his to say, "Protection, in my drawer there."
"Yes, protection... I swear you've wrecked my brain." I giggle and he rifles through my nightstand and retrieves a condom, rolling it on quickly. He kisses me, kneeling between my thighs and sliding two thick fingers inside me, rubbing my clit with his thumb. I buck into his hand, moaning into his mouth and he adds a third finger, preparing me for his girth.
"How's that, angel, you want more?" Gus growls.
I try to sit up, to show him what I want and he grins and backs out of my reach. "Gus," I beg. "I want you. Please?" He thrusts his fingers inside me again with a wicked grin.
"Whatever you want, Betty," he says as I moan.
He notches his cock at my entrance and kisses me as he bottoms out inside me in one stroke. I break the kiss to breathe against his lips and his hands go to my ass, shifting me so he gets even deeper as he pumps in and out of me.
In no time at all, I find myself on the cusp of my orgasm and Gus slips his hand between us, his fingers seeking my clit. I go over the edge with a yell and he curses as I clench around him. His hands move to my hips, his movements becoming harder and faster until he is panting and bracing himself above me.
"I want it to be known that I normally last longer than ten minutes. I swear," he says slipping out of me before kissing me.
I grin at him and touch his face. "No complaints from me."
He smiles at me, sweet and satisfied and kisses me again and again before murmuring, "Thank you, Betty."
"You're welcome," I say trying to look prim even though I'm naked and he's looking me over like he'd like to go again.
"You're amazing." He trails his fingers along the slope of my breast and then up to my chin. "Do you mind if I stay?"
"Would you like to?" I ask, surprised. Most guys are out the door before the condom is off. Not my guy. He wants to stay.
I smile wide at him when he nods and says, "I'd like to hold you. Maybe kiss you some more. Possibly ravish you properly before morning." I giggle and his smile widens. "I love that sound."
My face heats and butterflies are swooping around in my belly again. "You're sweet."
