With their lips still pressed together, Gabe rose to his knees. He caressed her back, her hips, her buttocks. Her ass fit perfectly in his hands, just like her body fit perfectly in his arms. Her breasts pressed against his chest, full and firm. He could hardly wait to touch them without anything between his hands and her skin.

She moved down his neck, dropping kisses along the way. She pushed his shirt off his shoulders as she nipped the skin over his Adam's apple. Gabe swallowed, managing to hold back a groan when her tongue swiped across his nipple. She coaxed the little nub to hardness, kissed her way to the other one and repeated her coaxing.

Gabe wondered if his dick would explode before the two of them even took off their clothes. He didn't think it had ever been so hard, so thick. She continued to nibble on his nipples while one hand drifted down to his belt. She unfastened it and the button on his pants before he realized he took the pleasure she offered, yet didn't give her any in return.

That wouldn't do at all.

Taking her hands, he lifted them to his mouth and kissed both palms. "You touch my cock, I promise this will be over long before either of us wants that." He reached behind her, found the tap to her zipper. "How about if I touch you for a while?"

Gabe unzipped her dress, let if fall off her shoulders. He expected to see a sexy bra covering those magnificent breasts. Instead, she didn't wear a bra at all.

"Jesus," he muttered.

He let her dress fall to her elbows. The sleeves held her arms in place while he cradled her breasts in his palms. Even fuller and firmer than he'd anticipated, they more than filled his hands. Big, dark pink nipples sat in the middle of paler pink areolas the size of silver dollars.

"So pretty." Leaning over, Gabe kissed both pouty nipples. He liked the sharp gasp Debra made when he tugged one tip between his lips and suckled.

"Oh, yes," she sighed. "Just like that."

He pushed her breasts together, buried his nose between them, and inhaled deeply of her scent. She smelled like flowers with a hint of musk.

Her pretty nipples drew his attention again. He whisked both with his tongue, gave each a gentle tug with his teeth.

"Gabriel," she whispered.

He loved the way she said his name. Wanting to give her as much pleasure as possible, he tugged her sleeves over her hands. Her dress fell in a pool at her knees. Her dark stockings were the only thing she wore beneath her dress.

"You said panties were optional."

He had to clear his throat before he could speak. "Yes, I did."

"I figured I didn't need to wear a bra if I didn't wear panties."

"I like the way you think."

The firelight shined on her body, letting him see a nice strip of dark hair on her mound. "You went with the French waxing."

"I did." She shifted on her knees until she pulled her dress from beneath her, then tossed it aside. "Do you approve?"

"I think I'd better explore a little more before I make my decision." He kissed her once, twice. "Lie down."

She stretched out on the rug in front of the hearth. Her olive skin appeared golden in the firelight. She wore only thigh-high dark stockings. Gabe sat on his knees, his hands on his thighs, and gazed at her. From the top of her head to the end of her toes, he examined every part of her voluptuous body. He'd always preferred his lovers to have curves instead of being model thin. While Debra probably hated the little paunch of her tummy, Gabe thought it incredibly sexy.

Leaning over, he kissed her tummy right below her navel. She tunneled her fingers into his hair, whether to guide him or make sure he didn't move, he didn't know. He kissed all the way around her navel, dipped the tip of his tongue into the small crevice. "What do you want me to do?"

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