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whispered.
    She flicked her tongue over the tip of his finger. “I want
yours.”
    He held her head in his hands and kissed her slowly. Not the
greedy kisses from before. This time he was slow and deliberate, like he was
savoring her. She reached for the buttons on his shirt, then stopped.
    “Can I take this off?” Her voice was too soft. She was
unused to asking this way, but he deserved the same respect he was giving her.
    “I'd like that.” He nuzzled her neck, dotting feather-light
kisses from her collar bone to her ear as she unbuttoned his shirt. He returned
to her mouth again and again. The whole time, his hands never strayed from her
face.
    He stepped back when she pushed the shirt off his shoulders
and let it fall to the floor. She admired the sight before her. Not quite a
six-pack there, but he was muscular, with a smattering of dark curly hair on
his chest and trailing down toward his belly button. The perfect balance of
firmness and softness.
    She turned her back to Malcolm and swept all of her hair
over one shoulder, giving him access to the zipper on her dress. He pressed his
lips to the back of her neck as he unzipped her. Soon she stood in a pool of
beaded satin.
    “Is it okay if I touch you here?” His fingers skimmed across
her belly.
    She nodded her approval and leaned back into his body.
    “And here?” Hands cupped her breasts, thumbs teasing her
nipples to attention through the lace of her bra.
    “Oh, yes.”
    “While I kiss you here?” Lips, teeth, tongue, nipping at her
earlobe. Biting gently. Caressing the sensitive inner curves of her ear.
    “Oh, Malcolm.” Every touch sent tiny shockwaves through to
her core.
    She pressed her hips back against his growing arousal, which
made him groan into her ear. She shivered with desire and spun around to face
him. If he wanted her mouth, he would get it. They backed up to the bed and
Malcolm sat. Sasha stood between his knees and unhooked her bra. At the sight
of her bare breasts, his tongue darted out, wetting his lips. He placed his
hands on her hips and gazed at her nipples.
    “May I?”
    “No.”
    His focus shifted to her face.
    “No. I want to taste you first.”
    She pushed him back on the bed and he scooted to the center.
She straddled him, grinding her hips down against him and sending waves of
pleasure coursing through her. Through him, too, judging by the way he clenched
his eyes closed and pressed his head back into the pillow.
    “I want to taste you here.” She kissed his mouth eagerly.
“And here.” Flicked her tongue over his bicep. Then his chest.
    “Yes.” He opened his eyes and watched her trail kisses over
his abdomen.
    “And here.” She pressed her lips to his stomach, just above
the waistband of his pants. With sure fingers, she unbuckled the belt, popped
the button, and released the zipper.
    “Yes.” The response was breathy and urgent.
    “Especially here.” She reached into his boxers and palmed
his hard length, smiling when she heard him draw a sharp breath.
    He lifted his hips and she stripped the rest of his clothing
off. She took a moment to admire his naked form. If her panties hadn't already
been soaked through, they would be at the sight of him lying prone, that
beautiful cock standing at attention.
    “You want my mouth?” She was less timid now, and her voice
didn't falter. The process of giving, asking for, and receiving permission was
empowering in a way she hadn't expected.
    “Sasha.” He exhaled her name. “Yes. God, yes.”
    She leaned forward and eased him into her mouth. Slowly,
slowly... all the way, until she could take no more, then she pulled back. She
took her time and tended to him in the same way he'd kissed her. Long, slow
strokes of the tongue, tasting every curve and ridge. He moaned and murmured yes,
yes, yes over and over again. Consent never sounded so sexy.
    After a few minutes, just as his thighs began to tremble, he
touched her cheek. “Stop, stop. I don't want to finish