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"Suit yourself," he replied. "Come here," he said, grasping her hand and pulling her into his lap. She sat awkwardly, his arm pulling her against his chest, the other hand setting the scotch down next to the chair on the floor.
He began to stroke her hair, and despite herself, she began to relax. He turned her so she was half facing him, her head tucked underneath his chin, and continued playing with her hair. The other hand wrapped around her midsection and rubbed the small of her back. She felt so safe and so secure, but her mind was still racing with questions.
He kissed her then, a gentle, open-mouthed kiss that seemed to go on forever. When it ended, she didn't move, their lips still touching, their breathing heavy and in sync. He stroked her cheek with his thumb as he cradled her face in his hand.
She shifted, feeling his semi-hard cock against her thigh, and a soft moan escaped him. "Sweet Jamie, what are you doing to me?" She opened her eyes and gazed into his, not blinking, hoping to find the answer somewhere in the depths of his eyes.
He kissed her again, this time with a more intense passion than before. Her head was spinning and all she could think was "Oh god, please don't stop..." His hard cock was pressing against her, and she cursed the layers of material separating their bodies. She wanted him inside her, had to have him inside her or she'd explode.
Suddenly he was laying her down on the floor in front of the fire, pulling her pants down her legs with one hand while undoing his belt with the other. She reached down and pulled her pants off the rest of the way, taking her panties with them.
"Turn over," he said, "and take your shirt and bra off." She did as he directed, not quite sure where this was leading, but she wanted him too badly to question him about his plans. As long as they were naked, she didn't care.
She lay on her stomach, her head on her bent arms, her face to the side. She could barely see him out of the corner of her eye as he took off his pants and shirt, leaving him in only boxers and socks. She hid a smile, thinking how men didn't realize how utterly ridiculous they looked in nothing but boxers and socks.
She heard a soft click, and he disappeared from her view. She was curious, but didn't turn over to investigate. Instead, she watched the fire licking at the logs, thinking about what it might be like to have him lick her clit. Would he be gentle, or would he play rough? Would he understand that she always needed fingers - or something - inside her pussy in order to come? Or would he even bother with pleasuring her at all this time? Might he just insist that she service him instead? Well, that might not be all bad, she thought with a grin. After all, she mused, I DO have that letter of recommendation... I know I'm good at that, and I've never had a man refuse to satisfy me after I've given head.
On the other hand, not counting last night, she could count on one hand the number of men who had succeeded in getting her to come, and that was her fiancé. Just one man had been able to bring her to orgasm, and that was only because she'd finally felt comfortable touching herself during sex, so it wasn't exactly as if the credit was all his.
"Jamie!" She could hear him calling her name. "Yes?" She called back, not sure exactly where he was. "Come in the bedroom, please." She rolled over and stood up, guessing that the bedroom must be where the dim light was coming from in the hallway.
She strolled down the short hallway to the bedroom, aware of her hips swaying. She felt herself grow wetter as she neared the bedroom. When she reached the semi-closed door, she could smell sandalwood and musk.
She pushed open the door and saw a naked woman lying on the bed. Her hair splayed out over the pillow, a tangle of dark curls a striking contrast to the white pillowcase. He was sitting on the edge of the bed next to the woman, playing with her right nipple. Incense burned on the dresser.
"Jamie, I believe you know Kim." Jamie was stunned. Not Kim, please no let this be a joke, she thought. This can't be happening. Kim was his barely-legal former live-in girlfriend. The one time they had met at a happy hour, it was obvious, even to the casual observer, that they despised each other.