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Dane raises his hand while he sputters, "Give me a second." He coughs several times and clears his throat. "My God, those ladies are hilarious. They diverted Jerry's attention by feigning a need for help with a remote control. The topper was Iris waving me on and telling Jerry her hand flapping behind her back was because she had gas. I almost lost it in the corridor."
Brittany's eyes widen, and she giggles. "Did Iris really do that?"
"Unbelievably, yes, she sure did." Dane shakes his head.
"Wow. That's awfully…ingenious…of Iris."
"Ballsy if you ask me." He steps away from the door, his arms encircling Brittany's waist as he greedily pulls her against him. "Damn, I missed you. It's torture being near you and having to keep my hands to myself. I kept envisioning all these things I wanted to do to you while you were playing that game in the lounge."
"Like what?" Brittany slides her hands underneath Dane's hoodie and up his chest.
"Well, it started with this." He leaves small, tender kisses on her lips as his fingers deftly untie the belt on her robe, slipping it off her shoulders. His hands slide upward, caressing her breasts, thumbs circling their taut peaks. "Should I stop now?" he whispers, his lips trailing down her neck. He can feel her body quiver.
"Don't you dare," she breathes.
He slips out of his shoes, his hoodie off next, followed by sweatpants and underwear. Brittany watches him, her tongue licking her bottom lip. Dane moves toward her. His mouth eagerly takes hers, his kiss an inferno of desire.
Brittany lets out a low shriek as Dane steps back and scoops her into his arms. He deposits her on the bed and joins her. Her skin feels soft and warm as his finger gently glides across her stomach, tracing imaginary loops and lines. He cups her breast,his head bending as he pulls the delicious peak into his mouth, his teeth playfully nipping and pulling on the rosy bud.
"Damn, I want you, Britt. I can't stop thinking about you." Dane's voice is low and throaty, his lips brushing the flesh of her breast.
"I want you too. It's like I can't get enough of you. You're like a craving I can't seem to satisfy."
"Then I'll have to try harder."
"Harder is good," Brittany moans, her nipple pulled back into Dane's mouth. She gasps, her legs spreading when Dane's finger slides between her thighs.
"I could never tire of touching you," Dane murmurs. He pulls away, shifting her legs as he sits on his heels between them. "God, you're beautiful. Every single bit of you."
"Taste me, please. I need to come. I watched you all night, wanting to touch you and knowing I couldn't."
Dane bends forward, his tongue sliding back and forth across her clit, circling, then sliding again. He gently pulls her swollen bud into his mouth, lightly sucking—Brittany begging for release.
Dane suddenly stops and sits back on his heels. Brittany's eyes are half-closed as she reaches for him.
"Come back, please," she moans. "I'm right there. I'm ready to come."
"No," he says softly.
Brittany's eyes shoot open, confusion clouding her face.
"You teased me in the dining room after breakfast and again this afternoon while we were on the sundeck. Then you topped it off by teasing me in the lounge before you left." Dane lets out a small groan, his eyelids partially closing while his hand works his cock. He looks back at Brittany. "Maybe I should get myself off and make you watch. Hmm. Would that be better? A tease for a tease?"
"No! Don't…please."
"What's the matter? You don't like being teased?"
Brittany doesn't answer. She bolts forward, suddenly on her knees in front of him. She pushes Dane's hand away while hers takes hold of his shaft, eagerly stroking, her palm gliding across the tip.
Dane groans when Brittany takes him into her mouth. "Oh, Christ! That's it. Don't stop. Take it all." He's on the verge of losing control, his hands pulling and tangling in her hair, every nerve ending in his body short-circuiting as he throbs underneath her tongue. "Stop. You have to stop. I'm going to come any second, and I don't want to yet."
Brittany pulls away, her eyes brimming with desire. "Then take me. The condoms are in the nightstand drawer." She gets on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed, her rear facing him.
Dane reaches over, hurriedly grabs a condom from the drawer, and puts it on. He's rock-hard and throbbing, his need for release almost desperate.
"Take me, Dane…please. I can't wait. God, I've wanted you all night."
Unable to hold on any longer, Dane gets on his knees behind her, the tension between them building like a shaken soda bottle, ready to explode. He pushes inside, pulls out, and thrusts back in, plunging with an overwhelming urgency again and again.
