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belt.
    He stayed her hand. “Right now it’s all about you.”
    His mesmerising words left her breathless and motionless. When he hooked his fingers on either side of the lacy décolleté, she encouraged him with her eyes. With a few tugs, he obliged her and stripped the garment from her body.
    Naked and exposed, she closed her eyes.
    “Look at me.” When she did, he smiled. “Your body is to die for, and I’ve been dying to do this all through dinner.” He grabbed her bottom, one cheek in each hand and kneaded the bare flesh.
    His movements were rhythmic, hypnotising. Any inhibitions she had about her body image melted away. She sighed and swayed into him. Her hot crotch cradled his cock. Through his pants, he felt rigid and long, every inch of his penis throbbing muscle. And he had quite a few inches.
    He ground his hips into her harder and she hugged his neck. His shoulders were muscled. So were his thighs. And his washboard abs. She didn’t remember ever being with a man with such a toned body.
    Fred hadn’t been into exercise. Of course, twenty-some years ago when they’d met standards had been different. A slight paunch was the norm.
    She forgot about stomachs when Max spread her ass cheeks wide, exposing her anus to his finger. He circled the puckered opening, making her squirm with delight.
    “Do you like that?” His breath tickled her ear, sending shivers down her spine to coil in the very spot he was titillating. “I don’t want to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”
    “I didn’t think I’d like it, but I do.” Actually she’d never thought about having her back door entered, but with him firing awareness into that area the idea grew in allure.
    He tapped the pad of his finger against the opening, causing a heated, pulsating response. She clung to his neck, content to give herself over to his expertise.
    Once he had her writhing with lust, he said, “We’ll get back to that later.” He abandoned pleasuring her ass to grasp her at the waist.
    Her disappointment was short-lived when he kissed her lips. He Frenched her thoroughly before moving down her neck, nipping and sucking her tender flesh as he moved ever lower. When he drew her nipple into his mouth, her breath halted. Fire flickered at her nerve endings, contracting her pussy with every pull of his mouth.
    With a moan, she clasped his head and forced his face even closer. Taking her cue, he pulled harder on the distended bud and rolled it between his teeth, slowly increasing the pressure. Tottering somewhere between pain and pleasure, she held him even tighter.
    He moved to her other nipple and repeated his ministrations. Only now he reached down between her thighs and massaged his thumb over her clit while he manipulated her nipple. The dual actions drove her to the edge, fast. He pinched the nub between his thumb and forefinger, while biting her nipple with the same amount of intensity. White hot desire shot through her.
    She didn’t want the delicious sensations tormenting her to end. Max had taken her to this height twice. She trusted him to bring her to this point again and again until she demanded to come. His persistence in prolonging the lusty ride was something she enjoyed and intended to savour.
    “Care to kick it up a notch?” he asked, breathing heavily, tweaking her clit harder.
    “It can’t get any better than this.” Her head lolled on his shoulder. His shirt smelt like clean laundry while dirty notions roiled in her imagination.  
    “It can if you want it to.” Withdrawing his hand, leaving her trembling from head to toe, he reached for the console table. The drawer slid open and she lifted her head to see what was inside. He pulled out a golden chain. “Ever been clamped?”
    She stepped back to have a better look. “I’ve never seen such a gadget before.” She sucked in her bottom lip as he dangled the chain with its three vinyl-clad attachments in front of her chest and vagina. Oddly, it aroused her