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cold.
    Her hands slid down across his
chest, and his hands tightened around her waist, digging into her skin gently.
She noticed his coppery nipples had tightened, hardening into little peaks, and
her thumbs itched to touch them. But instead she ran her hands around them in
circles, teasing him, brushing around his nipples but never quite touching
them, and he moaned, dropping his head back. He shivered like he had a fever.
    "Lora." His voice was
filled with desperate need. "Touch me there. Please ."
    "In a minute. What's your
hurry?"
    She spoke lightly, but she knew
what his hurry was. A glance down showed his bulging erection straining against
his jeans, more obvious than ever. She could actually see the tip of it peeping
out from his waistband, dark pink and glistening with moisture, and she
seriously wanted to grab it.
    Later ,
she promised herself.
    Her fingers slid around his
nipples, tormenting him, for long moments. His skin began to slicken with sweat
beneath her hands, and his muscles grew more and more taut. At last she finally
slipped her thumbs over the hard pebbles of his nipples, and he jerked and
gasped.
    " Lora ."
    "You like that," she said
softly.
    "Oh, yeah ..." His voice was barely a whisper. "Do it
again."
    She did, and he twisted under her
hands, rolling his head against the back of the couch and moaning with
pleasure. "God." His voice was soft but intense. "Lora, please . I can't wait any longer."
    "So don't wait."
    His eyes flickered open, and he
stared at her for a second, as if her words had confused him. Then he dropped
his hands to his fly, fumbling in desperate haste, and unzipped his jeans,
shoving his boxers out of the way. His cock sprang free. It was enormous, wet
with precome, and so swollen that it looked painful. With every brush of her
thumbs over his nipples, it throbbed in violent response.
    "Take it in your hand,"
she said softly. "The first time, I'm just going to watch."
    His ears went red again, but he
didn't argue, just wrapped his hand around himself. She noticed that he was
huge, so huge that as big as his hand was, his fingers barely met.
    Wow ,
she thought again. His erection looked like carved marble, except she could see
the life pulsing through it with every beat of his heart, and she imagined it
would feel hot against her palm. She really wanted to find out how he felt, to
touch him herself.
    Later ,
she told herself again. Right now she was just going to watch him.
    His hand moved up and down, slowly,
like he was struggling to wait, to control himself. She stroked his nipples again,
brushing her thumbs over them lightly but rapidly, and in an instant he seemed
to lose all self-control. He leaned his head back, shut his eyes, and began
pumping his fist up and down, hard and fast. A low, deep sound of need and
pleasure rolled out of his chest, and then his hips jerked spasmodically, and
his voice rose in pitch and volume.
    "Oh... God... oh... my... God ..."
    And then he was coming, thick
liquid bursting from him, all over his chest and abdomen, all over her hands
and wrists. It felt hot on her skin, and the earthy smell of it filled her head
and made her physical need sharper and more intense than before. She didn't
stop stroking his nipples, and he sobbed and writhed, his teeth clenched, his
eyes shut tightly. Come continued to explode from him in spasm after spasm,
until his chest glistened with it.
    At last he collapsed back against
the couch, sucking in a long, deep breath, and dropped his hands to his sides.
She discovered her back hurt from bending over so long, so she settled down on
the couch beside him and looked at him. He was sweaty and breathless, and his
hair was tangled and disheveled... and he was more gorgeous than ever.
    "That was the sexiest thing
I've ever seen," she said softly.
    He opened an eye and looked at her
lazily. "Maybe you need to date more."
    She laughed and shook her head.
"I don't think so."
    God help her. She had to admit to
herself didn’t