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“The museum. My god!”
She didn’t doubt that she was on the right track. “Yes, The Royal Ontario Museum, please, then lunch at that Swiss place that everyone talks about. Okay?”
“I’d love to. Most girls—uh women—don’t want to do anything like that.”
Later she recalled how he fiddled with his swizzle stick, rolling it in his hand, uncurling it, biting on the end as if it were his Bic pen. Nervous habits, she thought them now. At the time, they had seemed endearing. It was all she could do not to reach over and pull him toward her, soothe his agitated hands, kiss his lips, press next to that sculpted flesh.
It was idiotic to pretend on that first date that she didn’t want him. She wanted him all over her, his face between her thighs, lying on top of her hard, ready to enter. She wanted it so badly but because he was the one, she urged herself to heel and find out more about him. Her resolve lasted for about two hours and 47 minutes. As soon as he walked her back to her door, an apartment on Woodside Street, she knew she couldn’t let him go without kissing him and leaning into him, one hip thrust forward to feel his level of interest in his jeans. Her leg grazed against a formidable bump.
“I want you. You want me, too?”
He nodded. She could not believe that she was the aggressor but it was right. They hardly had time to close the front door before they were both discarding clothing. “In here, quick.” She led him to the bedroom and drew him onto the bed beside her.
He sucked her nipples until she wanted to scream. Their bodies fit together precisely, her high full breasts against his chin, his engorged penis between her legs. Probing with a wet finger, he located her opening, which was now pulsing in spasms. When she could stand it no longer, she demanded that he thrust into her and he obeyed. She came in a blinding rush, relaxed her body, then immediately felt aroused again.
“Go more,” he whispered and pressed himself against her thighs until another orgasm wracked her body. His tongue on her sensitive spot made number three. His member was swollen and rock hard but he had still found no release. As she was feeling the fourth orgasm building, he turned her over gently, her still erect nipples grazing the bed.
Libros Libertad 