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incredibly audacious to me, and very, very hot.
    His tongue teased my nipple, and I pressed my already wet pussy against his erection. He pulled off my top, and cupped both of my breasts with his hands, brushing his thumbs over my nipples so gently I wouldn’t have felt it if it was a part of my body that wasn’t so exquisitely sensitive.
    “You’re perfect,” he breathed.
    I felt the same way about him.
    His fingers traced the Varga girl on my right arm.
    “Why do you hide this?” he asked.
    When he realized I had no intention of explaining myself to him, he took my breast in his mouth, and a shiver of pleasure shot straight through to my pussy. I leaned down between my legs and fumbled with his belt. He helped me and I swung one leg off of him so I could ease his pants down. His thick cock was straining at his blue cotton boxers, and immediately grasped him through the opening. His skin felt incredibly warm to my touch, and all I could think about was getting him inside of me.
    I tugged his boxers down, and his cock was even more impressive than I imagined through his pants. He was big and uncircumcised – my preference, though I rarely encountered it. I slid my hand over the head to pull back the foreskin, and I leaned down to run my tongue around the tip.
    He worked his hands into my panties. I was so wet, he easily slid his finger deep inside me. I groaned as he moved it slowly in and out, his thumb toying with my clit. The way he touched me so was perfect – it was as if we were longtime lovers. My body felt like it was vibrating with pleasure, and I couldn’t focus on working my mouth on his cock – I was too busy moaning, and saying things like, “oh god” – and other mindless things I said when someone got me to that place where I couldn’t think, only feel. I was close to coming, but I wasn’t ready; I wanted it to be on that gorgeous cock of his. This wasn’t the office, after all – and in the bedroom, I liked to do things my way.
    I pulled his hand away, and he looked quizzical at first, but when I straddled him he quickly got with the program. He held my ass as I lowered myself onto his cock, the length of it wet from my mouth. Our eyes met as he filled me, and I felt a tug of something that was much more than lust. Was my friend at Crushed Velvet right? Was I in love with him?
    We rocked together gently at first, and then he adjusted himself and held my hips, thrusting hard into me. His mouth moved hungrily from my breasts to my neck, and then we were kissing hard and fast, and then he took my lower lip gently between my teeth and it gave me a chill. I sat up so I could look at him, my spine almost straight, my hair fanning out against my back. He reached up and cupped my breasts, his big blue eyes sweeping from my face down my body and back up again.
    “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
    “You are,” I said. He closed his eyes and I bent down to kiss his brow. He swept one hand through my hair, his cock pushing even deeper. In that instant, I came, my pussy shuddering against him in waves that seemed like they would never stop. And then he made a guttural, animalistic sound and I could feel an extra vibration of his cock that signaled he was going to come. I leaned down, my breasts against his chest, and he circled one arm around my waist to hold me to him, his other hand firm on my ass. He pushed into me so hard and fast it was like I was riding an animal.
    “My god,” I said, and I came again.
    “I feel you,” he breathed, his mouth wet against my neck. I was almost embarrassed that I kept coming, and even when his body quieted to a stop, my pussy clenched against him greedily, as if trying to resuscitate a heart.
    He pulled me next to him, my head resting on his outstretched arm. We breathed against each other quietly for a minute or two, staring up at the ceiling.
    “Well,” he said finally. “This presents a problem.”
    “No one at the office has to know,” I