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feet. Now he stood as naked as she, and D.J. did the perusing. |
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"I know beautiful when I see it." She drew her finger down the middle of his chest, twirling a curl of black hair around the tip. "And you're it. I've always loved your body." |
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"The feeling's mutual." Chris sat on the bed and pulled D.J. closer until she stood between his legs. The time they'd spent undressing and talking had done wonders for his self-control. Though he still had a near painful erection, his head had cleared to the point where he could concentrate on D.J. once again. |
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Her breasts were even with his mouth. Perfect. He nuzzled his lips against the underside of one, tracing a path with his tongue until he found a nipple once more. Round and round his tongue rolled, then his lips closed on her and he sucked. One long pull was all it took for her knees to buckle. Her body leaned heavily against him, and they fell backward onto the bed, her length pressed to his own. |
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Chris turned, and D.J. tumbled onto the soft sheets at his side. He came up onto his elbow, his head resting in his hand so he could look at her. Her eyes were half-closed as she watched him watch her. She smiled when their gazes met, and she reached for him, her fingertips grazing his nipples. They hardened at her touch, the drawing sensation shooting straight to his groin. He leaned forward and kissed her, their tongues stroking and melding in an erotic dance that parodied the final act of love. |
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Her earlier shyness receded and her fingertips |
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