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JANE
Electricity jolts up my spine as strong hands wrap around me from behind, closing like iron around my waist.
I can feel the strong chest that presses against my shoulder blades, the warm breath whispering across the back of my neck and raising goosebumps along my flesh.
“You look positively delectable in that dress,” the man whispers against the shell of my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
My heart races, my breath catching in my throat as his hand starts to wander down my hip, his fingers gathering the fabric of my dress as he slowly exposes my thighs.
I should be scared because I don’t know the man.
I can’t see his face.
But his deep, soothing voice is so soft and familiar that instead, it sends a thrill through my body.
“What if someone sees?” I gasp, looking around at the open landscape that surrounds us. I can’t quite tell if it’s a quietstretch of the Chicago Riverwalk or somewhere more remote, but as far as I can tell, we’re alone.
“No one’s coming,” he promises, his hand straying further down until his fingertips brush the inside of my thigh. “No one will see.”
I gasp as he boldly reaches between my thighs, stroking the bare folds of my pussy.
My stomach tightens, and I grip the railing in front of me as my knees go suddenly weak.
“So soft and wet and perfect,” the man rasps, desire dripping from his tone. “Tell me I can have you. Here. Now.”
There’s no mistaking the command in his voice, and yet, if I told him not to, I feel strangely confident that he wouldn’t push things further.
But the molten excitement surging through my belly sends all my inhibitions out the window.
If his fingers can feel that good, I want to know what it would feel like to have all of him inside me.
And I’m not so sure I would care if someone happened upon us now.
“Yes,” I breathe, my pulse hammering through my veins.
The man groans, the sound tortured and ravenous all at once, and it makes my body throb.
Then his fingers dip inside me.
The pleasure that crashes through me is heady and breathtaking.
I cry out, gripping the railing harder as the soft sound of fabric shifting warns me that he’s undoing his pants.
But I can hardly focus on the fact as his fingers expertly work in and out of my, his thumb tracing circles around my clit.
It feelsso good.
And when his fingers slide out of me, I whimper with disappointment.
“Don’t worry,vita mia. I’m not done with you,” he rasps. “If there’s one thing I know, it’s that I was put on this earth for your pleasure.”
Then I feel the adamant press of his cock sliding between my thighs, the silken tip parting my slick seam, and as he plunges inside me from behind, fireworks explode inside me.
White stars fill my vision, and I clench around him as he buries himself deep inside my core.
“God, you feel like heaven,” he says as he rocks in and out of me, one arm like a vise around my waist as he continues to tease my clit with the fingers of his other hand. “I could do this forever and die a happy man.”
