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... off buttons as he frees himself from his clothes. I slide my top over my head and slip out of my bra. He pulls off everything else. When our lips meet again, the heat of flesh is everywhere. A month without him seems like a year and yet now it seems as if it was only yesterday. His body is so familiar to me and yet still so new. I want to touch all of him, taste him, breathe him in and hold him there. But, I can’t. I can’t hold him. Who could possibly hold him? Each time the sex is over, when he slips from within me or his lips leave my skin and the cool air drifts in with a chill, when his eyes lose that wildness and that teasing easiness resumes its place, I feel a little part of myself dissipate. That is why I stop him now. With his face between my hands, I push him away and turn my head. I try to pull back on my hips, my body wide open beneath his weight. He is already poised to enter. “Bart,” I whisper, my voice breaking. “This…I…” “Woman,” he swears, his accent so thick now that his words sound like another language. “Good gracious God, woman, you drive a man insane.” “I’m complicated.” “No shit. That’s the fucking understatement of the year.” His words are harsh, but the smile in his eyes is there. He touches his nose to mine, rubs the slight shadow of his cheek against mine. “You don’t do complicated,” I attempt to smile. “Remember?” He sprinkles me with soft kisses, the caress of his tongue, and the threat of his teeth as he moves down my body. My hands move from ...

... his face to the top of his head. “If that were true I would not be here,” he whispers into the skin of my torso, causing the muscles there to ripple, “watching your apartment and lingering in halls.” He moves further down. “I wouldn’t be here now, begging.” “Begging,” I moan. “Please,” he says dragging the word out and breathing it into my body as his lips descend on my pussy and my body rises up to meet him. He holds my hips firmly, with his body positioned just right to leave my legs open and ready, prepared for how I twist and buck under his assault. He kisses and nibbles and sucks my tender, engorged clit like a pro, trained in driving me out of my mind with pleasure. “Bart…Oh…” I purr, pulling at my own hair as my thighs began to tremble beyond his or my control. Even after I come, he lets his tongue and lips continue to torture me as he laps at my juices. “You see,” he picks up the conversation as he moves up my body, “The man you say I am would not have done that. That man would only be after his own pleasure." “It’s less…” he says plucking at my dark nipples with his tongue, “complicated…that way.” I feel the whirlwind inside of me slowly subsiding, eyes half closed. I am fully aware of every detail of his movement. We are right back where we had begun. I feel him pressing against my swollen, still pulsating, lips. His eyes are serious as he looks down at me. My hands are held above my head, his fingers entwined with my own. We just stare at each other, not daring to ...