The Appetite

     He looked at her with serious eyes. “Traci, I want you, more than
I ever wanted any woman, but if you’re not ready, I will understand.”
She smiled at him and then answered with a kiss. No longer was
she nervous. With him, she felt safe.
     He unzipped her jeans, glided them over her hips and off, and
then her red-laced panties, which he found very sexy. Slowly, starting
at her feet, upwardly he crisscrossed, planting soft kisses along her
slender tall legs. As he ascended, Traci’s legs began to part. By the
time he reached her inner thighs, pleasure held them well apart. He
wanted to taste her. He had not had such an appetite in years.
     After dreaming of her for months, she was finally within his
reach. He was intent on making the experience as pleasurable as
possible for them both.
     She attempted to stop him as he moved closer to the spot, but he
moved her hand away. Traci, whispered, “Ron, don’t,” but moaned
in ecstasy as soon as he began to satisfy his hunger. 

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