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Of course he preferred a more direct approach.

Taking one of her hands in his, he brought it down to his
lap and just the graze of it against his crotch made him even harder. But she
didn’t seem ready to go any further as yet. She pulled her hand back, though he
didn’t let it go, and turned her head away at the same time.

He kissed her fingertips. “Your hands are very soft.”

“Gloves,” she said under her breath.

“Mmm?”

“Nothing.”

He tugged her back into a kiss while his fingers went
quickly to the buttons on her short suit jacket. It was the kind that was
completely fitted with no blouse underneath. Excellent. He had the jacket
efficiently unbuttoned before she seemed to even realize it. Her hands went to
still his own, but it was too late. They’d accomplished their purpose.

“Hey.” She broke away again.

Her eyes were very brown in the soft light of the penthouse
and he wasn’t sure he liked whatever it was he was seeing in them.

Staring at her, he slowly slipped her jacket off, baring
white shoulders and slender but surprisingly muscular arms. She was undoubtedly
the kind of trophy wife who spent all her time at the gym keeping herself buff
for her husband, who was probably a fat slob but three-carats rich enough.

Well, at least
he
wasn’t fat.

He leaned back against the sofa and admired the way her
waist curved in. She wore a wispy black barely-there bra, the nipples of her
full breasts clearly visible. As he watched, she took in a deep breath, as if
she was getting up her nerve.

It struck him the wrong way.

Deliberately, he loosened his tie and slipped it off and
then went to work on the buttons of his shirt, pulling the tail out of his
pants. He wasn’t going to pretend this wasn’t all he wanted. What he’d brought
her up here for. He’d been clear on that.

He took his shirt off, his cock pounding as she seemed to
get into the spirit of things again, running her palms lightly along his pecs
and to his shoulders. She murmured, “You’re not exactly what I expected.”

The kiss he pulled her into this time, his fingers gripping
the hair at the back of her head and giving a little tug, was holding nothing
back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and when he let her up for air, he
stood up abruptly.

Initially intending to take her into the bedroom, instead he
went over to the stereo system where he’d plugged in his iPod earlier and
switched on a slow, sexy song from one of his playlists.

From the outside of everything, to the inside of you…

She smiled. “This is Counting Crows, right? I like this one.
What’s it called again?”

“I don’t remember the names of songs. I just know whether I
like them.”

He sat back down, stretching his legs out in front of him
after a quick adjustment to the suddenly way-too-tight crotch of his pants. He
kicked his shoes off as well. She looked at him uncertainly.

“You said you’re celebrating your separation, Shelly. So do
it. Get up and show me how sexy you are. Dance for me. And lose the rest of
your clothes while you’re at it.”

Her head cocked to one side. “You want me to strip for you?”

“No. I don’t want you to. I’m ordering you to.”

She smiled. He didn’t.

“Come on. Show me what you’re offering.”

Instead of looking cowed or submissive, her smile got wider.
She looked…confident. And sexy as hell.

She got up and her hips began to sway, slowly at first and
then more deliberately. Lifting her arms above her head, she moved in sync with
the music, her eyes drifting closed.

He’d been treated to any number of erotic dance performances
in his time, but he realized he’d never specifically requested one before.
Women just seemed to gravitate to him, primping for him, trying to seduce him.

This dance wasn’t like that. Rhythmic and graceful as it
was, she danced as if she thought she was alone. Not trying to lure him, but
almost shutting him out. Tuned in to the music and her own body.

It was an incredible turn-on.

Counting Crows was on to the next song. He didn’t know the
name of this one either.

If anything it should have been a better thing…

He watched for a minute or two then prompted, “Every guy in
that bar tonight wanted you, Shelly. Show me why.”

Her husband was a fool. He had the thought, out of nowhere.

“Take your bra off.”

But it’s all inside of you…

She continued to dance, as if she hadn’t heard him and he
repeated firmly, “Take it off. Show me your breasts.”

Her eyes opened, narrowed with desire, and then her hands
went behind her back and, still dancing, she unsnapped the bra. Sliding the
straps slowly down her shoulders, she shrugged it off, dropping it to the floor
with a flourish.

He sucked in an involuntary breath.

I wish that I was anesthetized …

If he had to choose, he’d say he was a tits man. And hers
were big and round and firm with pink nipples. Even from here, he could tell
they were real, exactly as he preferred them.

He got up and went to the bar.

“Aren’t you going to dance with me?” Her voice was husky.

He shook his head, pouring a whiskey. “No.” Downing it in
one gulp, he set the glass down and turned back to her. “I’m going to fuck you.
Now unzip your skirt.”

Again, she obeyed, the skirt fluttering to the floor,
revealing black panties to match the now discarded bra, no stockings. Topless,
in the panties and her pointy black high heels, she continued to sway, long
dark hair swinging around her face as she concentrated on the rhythm. They were
on to the next song on the playlist, but at this point he barely heard the
music as he watched her.

Now
that
was beautiful. His cock was so enthused it
almost hurt to walk back to the couch.

But he did, sitting down carefully. He had something
specific in mind. “Have you ever given a man a lap dance, Shelly?”

She stopped her dancing and hesitated, staring at him, and
he almost thought she wasn’t going to do it.

“No. But I’ve seen it.” Before he could wonder at that odd
statement, she added, “Why? Do you want to teach me?”

Slowly, she came over and straddled him, setting her fine,
perfect tits right in front of his face.

“Whatever you need for that, you were born with.” He leaned
forward and kissed one rigid nipple and then the other, while his hands
traveled down. Even a tit man could appreciate a great set of legs. And she had
a pair of long shapely ones. He ran his hands along the outside of them, noting
again how smooth and soft her skin was, as he settled into one breast and
nipped and sucked. She gave a little moan but whether it was from his
attentions to her breast or the fingers he’d slipped into the crotch of her
panties he couldn’t tell.

“You’re wet already,” he murmured approvingly as he found
her clit and massaged lightly. Switching to the other breast, he thrust two
fingers slowly inside her.

She chided, “This isn’t a lap dance.”

“Open my pants, Shelly.” He leaned up to whisper in her ear
as he finger-fucked her, coaxing more and more wetness from her sweet pussy.
“This is a special lap dance. We’re going to fuck while you do it.”

She seemed to be concentrating on the movements of his
fingers inside her as her palms went to his shoulders. She sat up a little
higher on her knees and began to rotate her hips slightly into his touch,
looking down to where they were joined, at least that little bit.

“God, that feels good,” she crooned.

And it did. To him too. The wetter she got, the more turned
on he got. And the more he wanted to get down to it. His cock throbbed,
straining against the wool of his pants. The song in the background now was a
Rolling Stones one, appropriately enough with a driving beat.

“Open my pants, Shelly. Go on.”

Her eyes were closed now and her head fell back a little,
and hell if she didn’t pretty much ignore him, focused on getting herself off
it seemed. With the hand that he wasn’t using to aid in that endeavor, he took
a fistful of her hair and tugged to get her attention. Brown eyes snapped open.

“Open my pants,” he repeated in the usual calm voice he
employed while fucking, no matter how excited he got

She looked at him levelly. “Always so in control, Michael.
What would it take to make you lose it, I wonder?”

“I never lose it.” The brag was automatic, but true.

“Never?” She laughed softly.
“That
sounds like a
challenge. You come, don’t you?”

“Yes, but not until one of us opens my pants.”

Mercifully, she began to, slowly undoing the top snap and
carefully tugging down the zipper. When she pulled aside the elastic band of
his briefs and took him in her long fingers, tugging expertly, he almost made a
liar out of himself.

His ass lifted off the couch for a second in automatic
reaction to the pleasure, thrusting his cock into her hand. He took a deep
breath. “You’re very good at that.”

She kissed his throat, moving her incredibly wet pussy
against his fingers as she fondled him with long, thorough strokes. “So calm
and controlled,” she murmured.

He flicked his thumb against her clit one last time before
withdrawing his fingers from her wet snatch and using them to hold aside the
crotch panel of her panties. “Put my cock in you,” he instructed, but then
remembered. “No, wait a minute. Let me get a condom.”

He was reaching over to the end table when she beat him to
it. “I’ll do it.”

She grabbed the condom and ripped it open, rolling it onto
him quickly as her mouth made it up to his ear. “Fuck you,” she whispered right
as she positioned him and then sat down hard, engulfing him in tight wet heat.

“Christ.”

His moan was completely involuntary as was the almost
overwhelming impulse to ejaculate. He fought it down as she wound her arms
around his neck and thrust her tongue in his mouth, and then began to move
aggressively up and down on his cock. Feeling her excitement, that wet, wet
warmth, through his cock rather than his fingers was incredible. He arched into
it as she came up on her knees on the upstroke, tilting her hips so he was
almost out of her. Then she slid back down quickly to take the length of him
inside her…again and again. It was a wild, sexy rhythm that took him off guard
as she kissed him and initially rendered him helpless in the face of the
pleasure of that tight pussy.

And she
was
surprisingly tight. As excited as he was,
the heft of his cock was stretching her in a way his fingers had not. Throbbing
inside her, pushing against the silky walls as she slid up and down. Another
woman might not have gone at it with such enthusiasm given their relative
sizes, not at first. But she took the pressure, the size of him, as if it was
her due. No hesitation. No pause to accommodate herself. She fucked
him
—not
the other way around.

And God it felt good. Too much maybe.

His hands went to her slender hips in an effort to control
the pace at the very least. Extracting himself from her intoxicating kiss, he
ordered, “Slow down.” And then he enforced the order by keeping her still, the
head of his cock poised just at the entrance to heaven again. He took a deep
breath, smiling slightly as his hands clenched her hips to tip her forward a
little. She had a little tuft of curls, glistening now from the evidence of her
excitement, just above the pouty lips of her cunt. Very nice. He would be sure
to make a closer acquaintance of that whole unchartered territory of her body
with his mouth.

Later.

Still not breaking the contact between them, he moved her
slowly down the rigid length of his cock, smooth and controlled. How fine it
was to feel the warm, tight clasp of a woman around him.

He sighed and slid her up his pole slowly and then down
again, settling into the motion. Completely in control.

“That’s better,” he breathed as he watched where they were
joined. His hard, angry cock, wet from her juices, slid deep inside her as her
white thighs clenched on either side of him. That was a sight he was sure he
would never tire of.

“
Is
it better?” she whispered.

The low, sexy tone of her voice, the hot, tight feel of her
gripping him and those fine, firm tits so close to his chest almost made him
lose it again. She was dynamite, this Shelly. And one handled dynamite very,
very carefully. So at her question he kept her anchored to his lap, his cock
pulsing inside her, all the way inside her, mustering his usual self-control.

“Yes. You’ll see. We’re going to take this nice and slow,”
he murmured, as much to assure himself as it was to assure her.

Leaning forward to kiss the curve of her soft breast, he
smelled the faint fragrance of peaches and felt her breath waft against his
temple.

“I don’t think so.” She nipped the lobe of his ear, the
sharp bite startling him for a second as she broke his hold at her hips and
came up on her knees again. Yanking his head back to her, she kissed him, a
wet, open-mouthed invasion, and slammed her hot pussy right back down on his
cock, all the way to the base. And then she was off, shattering his measured
approach with that same unrestrained, incredibly sexy dance of hers.

Fucking him.

His hands spread convulsively over the soft, silky cheeks of
her ass, kneading as he tried to keep himself in check. It felt so good he
stopped trying to fight the furious intensity of it, just cupping her ass as
she rode him, tightening his thighs and widening his legs to get his bearings.

“Still in control?” she taunted softly in between sucking
his tongue and thrusting hers in his mouth.

And frankly, he almost wasn’t. Almost. The urge to come was
pounding down on him as she kissed him. Just one minute more, he promised
himself when unbelievably she did some incredible internal thing with the hot
walls of her tight pussy that caused him to gasp. Then she slipped off him,
digging her nails into his back and sucking hard on his tongue as she flattened
herself against him, her warm lush tits pressed hard against his chest and her
abdomen against his cock.