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  Proof of her needs long denied pooled in the damp recess of her crotch. She rubbed her thighs together to reduce the ache. In vain, of course, because only one thing, or one person, could assuage the craving she felt.

  Dante, who'd awaken an awareness of her own sexuality, pushed aside her self imposed rules. She was a woman with a man who wanted to be her lover. And how she wanted him.

  With a twist, the clasp separated in her hand. Pushed apart by the thrust of her breasts, the cloth clung to the tips of her breasts as if reluctant to let go.

  The image of her appeared to hold him immobile. She glanced down at her self and laughed.

  The lower half of her body was still properly dressed in her pumps and the tailored pants of her suit.

  Her upper half could've easily been the picture of a man's little erotic fantasy. The jacket was unbuttoned; the prim blouse was awry and hung drunkenly askew. The lust-invoking sight of the wisps of cloth draped on either side of her tits slowly peeled back by the elasticity in the silk banding. As if by an unseen force.

  "What's the matter lover? Can't handle the load?” Cupping her tits, she flicked the nipples with her thumbs. Her eyes fixed on his face, and she grinned when he gulped.

  "I don't know if I should give thanks now or later,” he said with a reverence she found both endearing and amusing. With sure hands, he removed her hands and replaced them with his.

  "I've been dreaming about doing this again. What I wanted to do with you, to feel the weight of you on my palms.” He buried his face in the deep crevasse between her tits and inhaled. “The smell of you makes me drunk. The aroma of you lingers on my senses. Hardening me whenever a similar smell wafts by me.” He pressed the lower half of his body into hers.

  Involuntarily, her thighs parted to accommodate the width of his hips. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and hung on like her next breath depended on it. She hoped to God the rail could support her weight, because it would take a hell of a lot of explaining if it collapsed under her.

  He ground his shaft into her pelvis. Ravenously, he took on a burgeoning tip into his mouth. He released it abruptly to rest his forehead against her brow.

  "Tell me you want me, Jenna. I want the words before we go any further, because I won't have you reduce this to an aberration, or that your body was primed by a few drinks.” His demand wasn't unreasonable. She'd evaded him for far too long.

  "Yes, I want you.” Husky with need, her voice was more provoking than usual.

  "Tell me how much."

  "I want you inside me so much I ache."

  "Better, but not good enough."

  "Fine, I want you. I want you so badly my teeth are on edge. I want you like a sailor on shore leave. You make me want to do things I've only fantasized about. You've made me want to toss out all my inhibitions. Try out every position in the Karma Sutra and the Joy of Sex. Have sex in public places. Join the mile high club. And any other damned thing we can think of. Is that good enough for you?” As she spoke, images of their entwined bodies flashed in her mind. She ground her slit over the hard ridge of his erection in a delirium.

  He latched on to her nipple. He suckled, licked, teased, and nibbled. Then with the flattened width of his tongue, between the intense flicks on the hardened points, he swiped her entire areola with an ardent greediness.

  Dante alternated between each breast. The cool air hit the unattended nipple to make the contrast of his hot mouth on the other feel even more pleasurable.

  The need in her built to an inferno inside her.

  His hands were as busy as his mouth, he deftly undid her pants. They slid down her legs to pool around her ankles. The soft hiss of destruction as her panty-hose shredded under his impatient hands made her jerk in anticipation.

  Already moist. She felt full, ripe and so very ready for him.

  He knew how sensitive her nips were and the pleasure he rained down on them was almost torturous.

  She needed to feel his skin against hers. The snaps on his shirt gave way with little effort on her part.

  The fine dusting of hair made it easy for her to find his flat male nipples. Hard and unyielding under her thumbs. He grunted and flexed his hips. If the bulge was anything to judge by, he was as primed as she was.

  Eagerly, she cupped him for the second time. The denim masked the shape of him. It was just an imposing bulge. It gave very little insight to the length or bulk of him.

  Unbuckling and unzipping was a little difficult because he refused to relinquish her breast.

  He'd gone commando so his cock sprang into her palm.

  How lucky could a girl get? Oh yes. Jenna ran a hand up and down the length of his cock. She rubbed a thumb over the crown slicked by pre-cum to have him grunt, and eased his shaft in and out of her hand.

  "I've been an idiot.” Jenna couldn't see him but she measured. He was a couple of palm lengths long and she couldn't close her fist around him.

  "No just stubborn.” His words muffled his mouth full, and his hands were wrapped snugly over her ass.

  "Well. I won't be wasting anymore time. By my calculation, I owe you one.” She sank to her knees, pulled his pants down, all the way baring him to her eyes for the first time.

  There was a lot to be said for manual labor. Long ropy muscles dressed his frame. The sparse dusting of hair sprinkled across his chest and narrowed down to his crotch. Pointing to the grand prize she was about to be rewarded with in a big way. His cock jutted out of the patch of hair with an uncompromising hardness.

  Her insides melted and her damp pussy was now wet, swollen, and ravenous.

  He looked down at her with those dark chocolate eyes, burning with fervent need. They were fixed on her puckered nipples still damp from his mouth.

  His face, lit by the brilliant spectrum of neon light far below them, was a carved mask of hunger. Something she understood and wanted to appease. The only sound in the elevator was their breathing. Isolated and suspended above the frantic hub-bub of the city below, it seemed to her she had all the time in the world to do it.

  "Why don't you let me pleasure you a bit?” she offered.

  Kneeling at his feet Jenna ran her hands up the tautly muscled calves, his thighs, the tight butt that snagged her attention whenever he left a room.

  Hands curved around his ass, she pulled him forward to caress the skin above the thatch of black hair with her lips. Muscles quivered under her lips and in her palms.

  "You're asking for trouble.” His hips flexed pushing the hard length against the soft skin on the side of her neck. His hand descended on her shoulders to pull her up but she resisted.

  She pushed him back. Guided by her, he sat on the brass bar, and spread his legs under her insistent hands. He was backlit by the city lights and it created an artificial aura around him.

  She pressed a kiss on the dripping head of his shaft before taking the head into her soft, moist mouth.

  Delicious, salty, and all man.

  She relished her first taste of him. The upper half of him sank into her mouth at the convulsive thrust of his hips. Her head bobbed in unison with his hips.

  She sank back on her heels to focus her attention on the knob. Her hands slid silkily over the length of him, aided by her saliva.

  His fingers threaded into her hair, to hold her head in the angle that brought the bulbous head of his cock fully under her swirling tongue.

  The harsh rasp of his breathing followed by a grunt of satisfaction was encouraging.

  Motivated by his response, she lapped at the slit seeping droplets of succulent nectar.

  Greedily, she applied all her skill and desire to the cock nestled against her tongue. She worked to reap more and more of the sweet juices he shed under the greedy, relentless motion of her mouth and tongue.

  "Christ. God Almighty."

  It was a prayer, a benediction that came out of him in a roar when his release grabbed a hold of him. She drank and rode the wave of his orgasm unceasingly, her task to aff
ord him every iota of pleasure.

  Dante sank to his knees in front of her and looked at her with dazed eyes. His breath came out in shallow pants. He pulled Jenna into his arms and caught her mouth with his. His hand ran convulsively down her bare back; his body still trembled in her arms wrapped tightly around his torso. The beating of his heart under her ear was thunderous.

  It subsided and his breathe evened out. He eased her back to look down at her.

  A slow, predatory grin spread across his face. “My turn.” He eased her down onto the plush carpet of the elevator floor.

  "Don't you need to recover a bit?” She glanced down, surprised to see him at half mast.

  "There are parts of me that are tireless and need no recovery time at all.” Into the shadows the light below them blocked out the base of the elevator.

  He hovered over her to drop kisses on her face, her neck. Across the curve of her breasts just above her areola, to nuzzle the spot at the base of her throat, where her pulse beat at double time.

  "And what parts would that be?” Her voice cracked when his tongue drew a line from her pulse point. Down between her breasts over the soft curve of her belly, to the plump mound glistening moisture where he buried his face in denuded flesh and inhaled deeply.

  Wet, so wet her body had prepared itself to receive him.

  "I'll show rather than tell you.” He parted her legs with his shoulders. A thumb and forefinger spread the folds of her pussy. It pulsed in anticipation for what was to come. She shifted restlessly under him. Impatient. Her fingers slid into his hair to urge him forward but he had other ideas.

  Dante sent hot puffs of air over her turgid clit like a current. It was so ready for some stimulation she writhed, as if it was too much.

  "I don't think I'll need much of a demonstration. Please, Dante, now."

  "I have to be very detailed or you won't receive all the benefits of my demonstration. You of all people can appreciate attention to detail.” He bent his head to start.

  A delicate exploration began. There was some sensation in the burgeoning tissues, but there wasn't much pressure behind his touch. Desperately she raised her hips to force him to slake her unsatisfied thirst.

  He slung her legs over his shoulders and grasped her backside to hold her open. Shamelessly, she offered up herself to him with no reservations.

  And he covered the humid offering into his mouth, to familiarize himself with her inner folds.

  A ripple of exquisite bliss stirred in the pit of her stomach. It tugged her clit to a point where it hung acutely at the edge of ecstasy and pain.

  Then Dante began to truly love her with his tongue.

  With swift insistent laps he licked her. Lashed the wings of her vulva to provoke moans and incoherent pleas from her. He spared into her channel to stroke and caress the spasming passage.

  Jenna's hand fisted in his hair in a delirium, wracked by wave after wave of raw mind-blowing oral stimulation. She heaved her hips high in his hands to soothe her unattended clit.

  His tongue brushed against it, just where she needed it most, and she fucked his mouth. Agitating her pussy against his willing mouth.

  He caught the nub between tongue and teeth.

  Then suckled. Licked with broad sweeps. Taking his time.

  Her legs quivered, like an overloaded washing machine on spin cycle, over the sweat dampened skin of his back.

  Dante sank two long fingers into her willing sheath. He settled his mouth over her clit and worked it gently until she soared.

  "Omigoooddd.” In a rush, everything inside her uncoiled and her climax swept over her. She hung there in nirvana for what seemed like an eternity.

  Jenna's body was a mass of sensation driven by Dante. His mouth clamped around her slit, her hips held firmly in place by his hands, as he continued to feast on her feverishly.

  It was so damned good, she thought to herself as she floated down back into reality.

  She lay supine on the elevator floor. Her breath huffed out of her in harsh pants. He changed the rhythm of his loving to gentle kisses.

  Dante crawled up her body. The feel of his skin on hers set off her overloaded senses and she shivered under him.

  Gentle kisses on her flushed face, low rumbled murmurs against her skin, the words didn't matter. His intent was to soothe and it worked.

  She could smell herself on him. Mingled with his own masculine musk, it was heady.

  It was erotic and arousing. She'd just had the most intense orgasm of her life, yet she wanted more. So much more. The rigid length of his cock pressing into her crotch told her that he wanted the same. Needed the same.

  Sex rumpled. It was the way he would've described her if had been asked to. Fine silky wisps of hair escaped from the pins securing it. Her lips looked like crushed rose petals. Her skin flushed and rosy. The lids of her eyes blinked sleepily up at him.

  She shifted under him when he settled the weight of his body on her. Her arms slid around his shoulders to welcome him. Their legs tangled intimately.

  His cock had hardened to a painful rigidity while he had pleasured her with his mouth. Nestled between the still damp lips of her pussy, it throbbed reflexively. It took all his control not to ram himself into her. But it was too soon. Her body was sated. He could wait a little.

  He wanted her hungry for him. Voracious even.

  To have her at last, willing and wanting in his arms for the first time, was not an event he wanted to rush. He planned to take his time, to seduce her slowly, love her in a lingering manner.

  She'd sent all his plans scattering, by wrapping her hands and mouth around him, and he was a guy, he thought ruefully, led down the path of pleasure by his cock.

  Against his chest, he felt her heart rate return to normal, and the tremors of pleasure subside. Her lax body rested under his at perfect ease. The soft palms of her hands caressed the length of his back in slow lazy sweeps.

  His eyes skimmed down the length of her body, the imprint of his hands were beginning to appear on her hips as dusky smudges where his had gripped her.

  He'd have to be more careful in the future. Dante traced a finger over the darkening marks.

  "Don't worry about them. I bruise easily. If any one saw them they could tell how you held me while we made love. Want to hold me some more.” She wiggled her hips in invitation.

  If he thought he was hard before, the ball-tightening words dissolved his restraint.

  "Oh god yes.... “Moving onto his side, he pulled her along with him so they faced each other. Her breasts, plump luscious mounds of temptation, rested on his chest. He slid a leg between her thighs so her sex rested on his thigh.

  He grinned as he heard her breath hitch in her throat.

  "I've been lying here dying to get inside of you.” He settled one hand on a cheek of her bottom to press the instrument of his possession into the cradle of her hips.

  "Your pal here has been giving me a forceful hint.” Her lips twitched, his shaft pulsed on her pubic mound.

  "Yeah the unruly S.O.B has a mind of his own.'

  "You do know you're talking about your cock like it's a separate entity.'

  "It's a guy thing."

  With his tongue he flicked an ear lobe just the way he'd learned she liked it. Not too hard, just a gentle taunt, over the small pad.

  Jenna arched her hips, the lips of her pussy slid damply over his thigh, the crisp hair tickling her clit.

  A barely discernable wiggle and a soft gasp caressed his nipple. “Who knew that there was such a large capacity for passion in this small contrary bundle of femininity?” Dante slid his tongue along the contours of her lips outlining them. They parted slightly, and he boldly thrust his tongue into the warm haven of her mouth.

  Their tongues sparred. The tempo of the kiss changed in increments.

  A caress turned into playful taunts. Transformed into an oral seduction of each other—each seeking to entice, titillate, tantalize. The heat flared between and grew to a hun
ger, an intense craving. Driving them to feverish fondling. Harsh whispers and pleas for release. The pants of their labored breathing echoed in the enclosure of the lift.

  Restless and relentless. He felt his need for Jenna take him over. His ball-sac tightened to a point of pain.

  The resolve to wait for a little while longer dissipated as she rubbed her nipples into the whorls of hair on his chest. She danced her wet silt along the length of his thigh. His cock beat an insistent song of demand on their stomachs.

  He rolled to his feet and hauled her up. The are-you-an-idiot look she shot him made him grin into her disgruntled face.

  "Aren't you a little curious why I'm taking you here for the first time?” he asked.

  She shrugged. “I figured you were done waiting."

  "Yes and no. The first time I saw you was in an elevator. Our first kiss was in an elevator. Now I'm going to love you in one for the first time."

  "Wouldn't a king sized bed been more comfortable. Sexier even?"

  "Not for what I have in mind."

  Dante spun her around and pressed her torso up against the cool glass of the outer wall of the pod hanging to the side of O'Brian Development's latest achievement.

  Thirty floors below them. The city spread out in a bold brassy spectrum of color. Unaware of the erotic tableau about to unfold above them. Jenna's naked torso pasted to the transparent wall by the pressure of his chest on her back.

  "Somebody will see us."

  "Maybe. Maybe not. I thought we start with this and work our way through your list.” His hands moved down from her shoulders over the taut line of her stomach to grasp her hips.

  "List?"

  "Lose your inhabitations. Attempt every position in the Joy of Sex and the Karma Sutra. Anything else we can think of.” He spread her legs with his thighs. Used his foot to widen them further. Her ass jutted against his cock, and for a moment it rested on the thin band separating her orifices.

  "Oh that list. Try every one of them."

  "Oh yeah. Starting now."

  The long line of her back tensed in anticipation. She wiggled in encouragement.

  He thrust two long fingers through the damp folds of her sheath to prepare her. She was wet, but he had felt the narrowness of her passage with fingers before.