Dorian bent down and pulled his white cotton socks off one after the other. By then, he had already indulged in watching me slide my feet out of my black velvet pumps while he unfastened the fancy diamond encrusted watch that weighed down his wrist. I had also watched him take his t-shirt off and then took that as my cue to take off the off white blazer I wore and set it on the edge of the bed.

I got lost just looking at his arms, from his wide shoulders to his contoured biceps. His body was amazing and raised the bar of excitement of what was to come in the next hour or so.

We unbuttoned our jeans and unzipped them at the same time. I hesitated and fell behind when he let his drop to the plush carpet, but eventually shimmied my hips, booty, and thighs out of the custom made jeans. Now he stood, with only the poetic sounds of the pouring rain, in his boxer briefs and I stood directly in front of him in my black bodysuit. I hoped he couldn't hear my breathing because I could feel it thickening.

He sat down at the foot of his bed and looked at me from the short distance that separated us. I felt like a virgin again, exposed. My thoughts scrambled as my nerves swam around in circles.

"You're not getting nervous on me are you?" He asked with a hint of laughter lingering on his tone. The dimple on his left cheek was apparent.

I didn't answer. I don't think it was the cat, but something definitely held my tongue captive. He looked at me again, this time dragging his gaze over my naked thighs, covered midsection, and to my face. He tugged on the fabric of my leotard and pulled me to him. I blinked my eyes losing control over them and stood still until he spoke again.

"If you still think it's too early...we can just go downstairs and watch reruns of Family Guy."

I giggled with him and slowly shook my head.

"I was just thinking."

"Thinking about what?"

"Just making sure I wasn't making a mistake."

There was a pregnant pause. I listened to the rain.

"Are you?"

"I don't know...but it's something I'm willing to risk."

He reached up and smoothed my loose hair from my face and I leaned forward and kissed him. He kept his hands in my hair as we went from just pressing our lips together to fully sucking each others faces like we tasted like something amazingly sweet.

I broke the rhythm when his hands fell from my dark locks and went to m shoulders and dragged down my thin straps, then revealed my erect nipples and burning midsection. The static under his palms was electric and made me tingly inside.

He trailed his hands down to my waist and got a sturdy grip on my hips before he straightened his legs and came from under me and then mounted me slowly. His eyes danced like a boy's.

"Scoot back." He whispered. I reached my arms out behind me and dug my fingers into the incredibly plush bedding on my  mattress and did as I was told. I couldn't help but glancing between his legs at the hanging part of him when I did. I felt guilty afterwards, but so aroused. 

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