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           Hisfingerreachesthebackofmyhalterdressmidwaydownmyspine,andhookinghisfingerbeneaththetop,hepullsmeclosersothatIstepbackagainsthimsothathe’sflushagainstmybody.Leaningdown,heinhalesmyhair.

           “Yousmellsogood,Anastasia.Sosweet.”Hisnoseskimspastmyeardownmyneck,andhetrailssoft,featherlightkissesalongmyshoulder.

           Mybreathingchanges,becomingshallow,rushed,fullofexpectation.Hisfingersareatmyzipper.Achinglyslow,oncemoreheeasesitdownwhilehislipsmove,lickingandkissingandsuckingtheirwayacrosstomyothershoulder.Heissotantalizinglygoodatthis.Mybodyresonates,andIstarttosquirmlanguidlybeneathhistouch.

           “You.Are.Going.To.Have.To.Learn.To.Keep.Still,”hewhispers,kissingmearoundmynapebetweeneachword.

           Hetugsatthefasteningatthehalterneck,andthedressdropsandpoolsatmyfeet.

           “Nobra,MissSteele.Ilikethat.”

           Hishandsreacharoundandcupmybreasts,andmynipplespuckerathistouch.

           “Liftyourarmsandputthemaroundmyhead,”hemurmursagainstmyneck.

           Iobeyimmediately,andmybreastsriseandpushintohishands,mynippleshardeningfurther.Myfingersweaveintohishair,andverygentlyItughissoft,sexyhair.Irollmyheadtoonesidetogivehimeasieraccesstomyneck.

           “Mmm…”hemurmursintothatspacebehindmyearashestartstoextendmynippleswithhislongfingers,mirroringmyhandsinhishair.

           Igroanasthesensationregisterssharpandclearinmygroin.

           “ShallImakeyoucomethisway?”hewhispers.