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I cover her hand with one of mine and cup her jaw with the other. “It’s okay with me.” I say as I stroke her cheek with my thumb.

She looks up at me and there it is, that pull, as strong as weeks ago. It’s like no time has passed at all since I saw her last. I watch her lips part and her pupils dilate, and I can’t wait anymore. I crush her into my body and kiss her, and the way she immediately relaxes against me tells me everything I need to know about what she craves.

She strokes my head and beard as her lips and tongue tangle with mine. My hands rove over her back and sides, down to her ass. She moans and doesn’t stop kissing me as she starts to claw at my shirt, trying to untuck me.

“Eager today, are we?” I chuckle against her mouth.

She murmurs something that sounds like, “Fuck you.”

“Hey, I’ve missed you, too,” I say as I nibble on her jaw. “I’ve been thinking about you nonstop.”

She lets out a pained sound and gives me a deep kiss, and I take the opportunity to grab her properly by the ass. Fuck, that is such a fantastic ass. I have big hands and for a moment I wonder if there’s a way for me to somehow touch all of her at the same time, her thighs, tits, face, just all of it at once in the palm of my hands.

She’s back to clawing at my shirt, and we briefly untangle so she can pull it over my head. Her hands and eyes roam over my torso, and there is such heat in her eyes, I don’t remember anyone ever looking at me like that, Kim definitely never did, but I push the thoughts of my ex-wife down and focus on Liz, on her eyes, the raw hunger in them making me feel a thousand feet tall. I let her explore me with her fingers as I take in her beautiful face. Flawless skin, flushed with arousal, strands of hair falling out of the bun.

I reach out and touch her updo. “How do you take this off?” I ask.

“My hair? Shit. It’s kind of complicated. There’s a bunch of pins...”

“I have an idea,” I say and take her hand.

She follows me obediently, through my bedroom and into the bathroom.

I stand behind her and make her face the mirror. “Look at how hot you are,” I whisper in her ear as I take off her blazer. She’s wearing a form-fitting top that accentuates her heavy tits. My mouth waters at their nearness.

“It’s really bright in here...” She squirms with discomfort. “Maybe the lighting in the bedroom is better...”

“I can see everything here. And you can, too.”

The zipper on her tight skirt is in the back. I undo it and help her shimmy out of the garment.

“I have shapewear on. So the suit fits better,” she says, avoiding my eyes in the mirror. “I guess I didn’t really think the lingerie for this encounter through. I’m sorry. You never get to see lacy panties from me.”

I laugh. “I don’t care about that. Lingerie is nice, sure, but let’s not pretend that’s what I’m after. Whatever you’re wearing, my goal is to get it off as soon as possible. I want you completely naked.”

Liz chuckle-sighs and I feel her relax under my palms. I kiss the side of her neck as my fingers dig into her hips and belly. She sways and reaches for the sink for stability.

“That top looks great on you,” I say. “Your tits look amazing it in.” I slowly move my palms up her stomach and toward her breasts. They overflow my hands and I can’t help it, I have to squeeze them. “God, I love your tits. Look at how fucking majestic they are.”

She laughs but her eyes flutter closed and she leans back against my chest. She enjoys the attention I am giving to her breasts, so I keep it up for a bit while I lick and nibble on her neck from behind. I slide my hands under the top, and stroke her front as I slowly pull the shirt up. She lifts her arms but doesn’t open her eyes, and I take the top off.

“I told you, you wouldn’t appreciate too good of a look at all this,” she says. She has on a no-nonsense functional bra, some sort of tubelike object that squeezes her stomach like a corset, panties, and tights.

“There’s nothing wrong with anything that you’re wearing. And I like a challenge.”

“You should’ve let me get out of all this on my own,” she squirms. She’s turned on, I can feel it in how she responds to my touch, but also seems very uncomfortable about being seen partially dressed.

“Liz,” I say as I turn her chin to the side, so she can see me directly and not in the mirror. “There’s nothing wrong with any of this. I am enjoying unwrapping you. I’m actually grateful that there are all these extra layers to savor. Means I get to play with you longer.” I tug at the elastic tube. It feels extremely stiff. “What’s the easiest way to take this off?” I ask.

She chuckles somewhat sadly. “Roll it down.”

“This can’t be comfortable for you,” I say. “Why do you wear it?”

“To look better in clothes. It smooths out the bumps.”

I sigh. “I get it, I suppose... But it feels almost barbaric.”

She laughs for real now. “You are not wrong.”