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There’s a lot of stretching and pulling by both of us, and grunting on Liz’s part. She lets out a long, relieved sigh when’s she’s finally free of the infernal contraption.

I squat behind her and run my hands up and down the outside of her thighs, then tug at the waistband of her stockings and slowly slide them down her legs. She steps out of her heeled shoes, then stockings.

“Much better,” I say. She’s just in her bra and cotton panties. I smile. I kind of love that they’re for function over form. They make Liz seem real, like she’s being herself with me.

I pinch her nipples through her bra and she moans. I murmur how hot she sounds against her neck, and work on her bra clasps. The band is wide with quite a few eyelets, but I am motivated and swift. Before long, the straps are down her shoulders and I can see her tits in all their glory. I curse under my breath as I twist the nipples, and she whimpers, her whole body reaching toward my touch. We look at each other in the mirror—my hands squeezing her flesh, her head on my chest, my lips on her neck, beard scratching her shoulder.

“I like how you handle my tits. Like they’re not too much. Like you own them.”

“They are definitely not too much.” I kiss her behind the ear and she trembles. I would very much like to own them. That’s the part I don’t say.

She turns around, presses herself against me, and hugs me around the neck. We’re both bare from the waist up and I wrap my arms around her as our lips meet again. She is setting a slow, sensual pace, her lips soft and her tongue playful. She’s exploring every inch of my mouth. I feel tiny bites of her teeth, tiny licks of her tongue. My hands run up and down her back, avoiding her ass somewhat, because I’m hard as a rock and if I go for her ass now, I will just fuck her over the bathroom sink.

She reads my mind and reaches down between us to stroke me through my pants. “I didn’t tell you last time how much I enjoyed your dick.” I groan as she increases the pressure.

“I hope ... you enjoy it again,” I say through the moans as she keeps kissing and stroking me.

“Let’s go to your room,” she says and takes my hand.

“Wait,” I say, remembering why we went into the bathroom in the first place. “I want you to let your hair down. Show me how to do it.”

She looks up at me, her lips parted, as if she can’t believe what I’m asking. Then she turns around and her back is against me again, as she faces the mirror. She raises both her arms at the same time and starts taking out bobby pins. I never would have guessed how many there were in there. I watch her with fascination, trying to take in every detail.

“There’s no way I would’ve been able to find them all,” I say.

“Well, it helps to be the one who’s put them there,” she chuckles, pulls the last couple of pins, and her hair spills on her shoulders.

It’s the most sensual sight I’ve ever seen.

“God, I like you so much, it makes no sense. How are you this fucking sexy?” My lips brush the path between her neck and shoulder, as I wrap her hair around my fist.

She just chuckles and turns back around. “Can we go to your bedroom now?”

I nod and lead her by the hand.

We kiss and stroke each other a bit as we stand beside my bed, both pretending like all this is far lighter than it is. Slowing ourselves down.

Actually, I don’t know what she’s doing, but I know I’m slowing myself down. What I want is to fuck her into the mattress and leave teeth marks and bruises all over her body. But that’s just me.

“Tonight is for you,” I say. “Whatever you want.”

She chuckles. “Don’t put me on the spot like that. Suddenly I can’t think of a single sex move I know.” She sits on the edge of the bed and has me stand between her legs. Looks up at me mischievously and tugs at my sweatpants. My cock springs out. She pushes the pants the rest of the way down, hooks the socks, too, when she gets to my ankles, and after I step out of everything, I kick them all to the side.

Since she’s sitting at the edge of my bed, my dick is at her eye level. She grins and looks up.

“I thought of a move,” she closes her fingers around my shaft, not very tightly, and pumps.

I inhale loudly as she slowly strokes me. “Liz... I don’t think... That counts as something for you...”

“It’s calling to me,” she says. “And it’s so pretty. And so hard.” She takes the head into her mouth and swirls her tongue around once, before she removes her lips. “And look how shiny and purple the head is.” She pushes the tip of her tongue against the opening. “And it tastes really good.”

There may not be blood anywhere in my body except for my dick. “Fuck, baby,” I say, looking down at her. Her lips are swollen, her eyes hooded—she looks very, very turned on. She gives me small pumps near the base of my dick, and leisurely licks the head like a lollipop.

“You look unreal,” I say as I run my fingers through her hair. “But I’m way too close to losing it right now, so maybe now's not the best time for this if you want me to fuck you.”

Her breath hitches and there’s a flash of desire in her eyes, which never leave mine.

“You like the idea of me fucking you, don’t you?” She hums in the affirmative and takes my cock partway into her mouth. I cup the back of her head, run the silky strands through my fingers. “You like the idea of making me hard, taking that shiny purple head you’re laving right now very deep inside you, deeper than you’ve ever taken anyone, while my tongue plunders your mouth and my fingers rub your clit.”