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I pressed my hips tighter against him, and felt his erection surge against my stomach.

I smiled into his kiss.He wasn't the only one who was primed and ready.

Already, my insides were warm and slick with yearning. I wanted him so bad, I could practically taste it.

Beyond eager now, I pulled back and reached between us. With trembling fingers, I fumbled for the top button of his white dress-shirt. When I finally managed to undo it, it only left me hungry for more.

I wanted him shirtless, and then pantless. But more than anything, I wanted him inside me.

As I fumbled for the next button, he reached around me and unzipped the back of my dress. As the dress loosened, he moved his hands to my shoulders and nudged down the straps, exposing my black strapless bra as he leaned forward to kiss my collarbone.

With his teeth, he nudged down the bra just enough to expose my nipples to his mouth and his tongue. As he took a hardened nipple into his warm mouth, I gave a little whimper of longing.

This turned into a soft moan as he suckled my nipple with the perfect amount of pressure – not too much, and not too little.

As his mouth worked its magic, he yanked down my panties, not all the way, but enough so I could feel his warm hands on my bare ass and feel his thumbs skimming the intersection of my thighs.

When he moved one hand closer to the front and found that special spot with his thumb, I gave another whimper of pleasure and need.

Suddenly, it was like both of us were so eager, we'd lost all sense of time and space. By the time I reached the last button of his shirt, I was almost panting with anticipation.

I sat up and practically yanked the shirt from his muscular torso, and then went straight for his pants. I fumbled for the button, and then the zipper. I gave his pants a hard yank and watched with eager anticipation as he shoved them all the way down and tossed them onto the floor.

His pants had barely hit the carpet when he yanked my dress over my head and tossed it aside. Without skipping a beat, he went for my undergarments even as I went for his.

When at last we were both naked, I climbed on top of him with all of the pent-up eagerness I'd been feeling all night.

I straddled his hips and reached between us, stroking his massive erection, savoring the feel of him and the sound of him as he responded to my touch.

By now, I was literally aching with need. I wanted him inside me, and I didn’t want to wait.

From the look in his eyes, neither did he. His hands caressed my hips and stroked my sides, making me shiver with warm anticipation as I positioned his erection at my opening, and then finally, blissfully, lowered myself onto his length, making both of us moan in sweet satisfaction as he filled me completely.

And then, I rode him with all the wild abandon of someone who'd been deprived for far too long.

Because Ihadbeen deprived – of him, of his body, of his kisses and his company.

I loved him.

And he loved me.

As our hips moved in harmony, I couldn’t stop marveling at his perfect face, his perfect body, and the perfect happiness I felt in my heart as we climaxed at nearly the same time.

Afterward, he pulled me close and cradled me tight against him as our breathing returned to normal, and something like sanity returned.

Into my ear, he whispered, "You're the sweetest thing I've ever known."

"So are you."

He chuckled into my hair. "Yeah, right."

"It's true," I laughed.

His tone grew teasing. "I’m gladyouthink so."

Ididthink so. In fact, Iknew, so.

And eventually, I decided, so would he.