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She needed him already. 
     
    His breath was hot on her neck as he moved forward to lean against her body as she backed up against the door.  His musky scent of aftershave and mint was cool, sexy in its inclusion of the mint, exotic, unusual.  He reached around her to lock it with a deft motion before letting his fingers slide to the back of her neck, gently tugging at the tendrils of hair she had so carefully pinned up.  “I must let you know, I don’t normally do this,” he confided.
     
    Samantha chuckled a little, her breath warm on his skin as she whispered, “What, cheat on your wedding day?”
     
    Marcus gave no reply, but the firm bite her gave to her neck was sufficient punishment for her cheeky reply.  She gave a sharp intake of breath at the bite, and then leaned her head back against the door as he let his fingers trace down her neck, down her shoulder blades, down to the dip in her dress where the delicate lilac lace curved inwards.  His fingers were warm to the touch, and her skin shivered in response as he moved down her body, exploring, caressing.
     
    “I’m quite the back and breast man, I’ll admit,” he said, letting his fingers fondle the fabric of her dress right where it ended at the curve of her waist.  “I love to feel a woman’s back stiffen as I taste her nipples.”  With that, he lowered his voice so that it was barely audible.  “Your back is so perfect.  I have to see more of it.”
     
    He let his hands move to Samantha’s breasts, cupping them in his hands as he worked to tug the sleeves of her dress down over her shoulders.  Samantha stiffened as the cool air of the seaside cottage met her skin.  His lips on her bare flesh were cool and minty, his aftershave clung to the air only barely, just enough so that she could taste him on her. 
     
    Her hands moved to her panties just as his lips met her nipple, teasing it with his tongue.  She was wet already, she could feel it, and as his tongue met her areola, she arched her back against the door.  He stopped, smiling at her for a second, before he let his hands wander again to her bared back.  The dress was already falling off her shoulders, but this was not good enough it seemed. 
     
    “I’m going to have to see a little more than that,” he chided, allowing her to keep her fingers in her panties, her eyes half-lidded, as his fingers traced a thin line down her back.  When his hands met the dip in the back of the dress this time though, Marcus grabbed the fabric and pulled it off of her, baring her back entirely, and letting the dress fall to the floor.  Her breasts were perfect, just the right shape for his hands, and as he pressed her nearly-naked body (now that she was only wearing her panties and jewelry -- she was glad she’d chosen the lapis-constellation earrings then, because she knew just how good they looked when she was naked, sparkling in the light that filtered through the small scalloped windows) against the door once more, he let her tender, full breasts fill his cupped hands.
     
    He stroked one, then the other, taking a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinching it, working at it and teasing her.  She could feel his erection in his pants as he pushed his weight against hers.  She pushed back, grinding her hips against his, loving the feel of his cock hard against her thin silk panties.  Samantha thrust her fingers inside herself as he bit down lightly on her nipple. 
     
    Marcus caught her hand in one of his, and pulled her fingers out from her panties, and moved them to the clasp of his belt.  Samantha understood, and worked at the leather belt, taking a few seconds of struggling concentration as he continued to tease her breasts.  She stiffened again, her breath becoming ragged as he methodically pinched then tugged at first one pink, hard nipple, then the other.  From the tip to the rounded edges he worked as she worked at his belt.  Finally, when she thought she may never