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developed over the evening.
    His stare caught mine. “What?” He
too must have been cognizant of the unsaid transpiring between us.
    “Nothing, I simply thought how easy
it is to be around you. I’m quite comfortable with you.”
    “Thank you, ma’am, I’ll take that as
a compliment.” He winked at me. “And, might I add, I feel the same about you.
You’re very comfortable to be around,
Ashleigh.”
    The conversation continued until we
finished our meal and left the restaurant.
    Inside the apartment, Max poured us
both a brandy as we sat next to each other on the overstuffed sofa. “Ashleigh,
I need to tell you something.”
    Suddenly, I could feel something in
the air. “What Max?” I know
what’s coming . Perhaps not the words, but the context of what he was
about to say.
    He leaned closer and took my hand.
“I know at this phase of our lives, we’re both beyond the game playing we did
when we were in our twenties. I’m attracted to you, Ashleigh…a lot. I want to
make love to you. Very much so.”
    He kept his focus on my face and
squeezed my hand. I stared into his eyes. I felt a modest smile form as it
crossed my lips, and I squeezed back. “I would like that too.”
    Placing his snifter on the table
beside me, Max leaned over and softly kissed my lips before possessing them
with his. His tongue probed and licked before he parted them, searching and
exploring my mouth. When our tongues met, it was like sparks ignited and a fire
ensued. The endless tangle left us both breathless.
    When we broke apart, he took the
glass still in my hand and placed it next to his. He stood, guided me to my
feet, and without another word, led me down the hall to the bedroom.
    Quickly, he removed both my blouse
and slacks until I stood before him in only my bra and underwear. Pulling me
tightly against him, he kissed me everywhere, caressing my skin softly with his
mouth. He eased his hand over my back, quickly undoing my bra and throwing it
on the floor. Placing his palms over my behind, he drew me as close as he
could. His fingers grasped the edge of my panties and slid them down.
    He bent, kissing along my body until
his lips reached my mound. Stopping, he lightly ran his tongue over the most
sensitive spot before he had me step out of my panties. As I did so, I grasped
on to his muscular shoulders. Once he straightened, he quickly removed his
clothes, revealing a dark patch of pubic hair before his cock sprung free from
its constraints.
    Easing me down on the bed, his mouth
claimed mine, his hands roaming and exploring every inch of my body. He stroked
one of my breasts as I clung to him. My breath hitched as he leaned over and
sucked the nipple. The sensation made me jump as he eased a hand down between
my legs.
    “God baby, you’re so wet,” he
groaned as I unconsciously spread wider. He circled my clit with his fingers
until he finally eased two of them into me, moving in and out. Hearing me moan,
he urged me on, making my juices flow with each plunge. After a few minutes, he
settled between my thighs, easing his manhood to my entrance. He pushed in
slowly, one inch at a time—never easing, just a relentless motion.
    I wriggled under him and lifted my
hips, as I took him as deep as he would go. He grabbed my rear and pulled me
tight against him.
    “Max,” I heard myself keen. He was
big inside me, stretching my insides with his cock. God, it’s been too long since I’ve felt pleasure as good as this.
    “What baby? I’m right here.” Raising
my legs over his shoulders, he pushed deeper until his balls rested against my
body. Then, he pulled back until he was at the point of withdrawal, making me
gasp. He plunged back in, my swollen nub stimulated by every thrust.
    Under him, I writhed and moaned, “Oh
God, Max, harder.”
    He didn’t change his rhythm. “Not yet,
baby, soon.”
    My taut nipples scraped against his
chest hair. His dark brown eyes gazed down at me as he moved deeper inside me
with every