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I sat before Robbie Harding, lead singer of the Manic
Machines, totally, utterly naked.

Chapter Three

He looked up, and as his gaze devoured me from the tips of
my toes to the top of my head, the naughtiest grin I’d ever seen slid over his
face. “My god, Jenny, you were so beautiful growing up you made me ache, but
now—now you’re beyond exquisite.”

“Robbie,” I said, placing my hands on the hard balls of his
shoulders. “You don’t have to say that, I’ve seen who else you’ve dated—”

“None of them compare, none of them come close to you.” His
voice deepened. “Do you know why?” His big hands slid from my ankles to my knees.

“No,” I said in a shaky voice as he exerted gentle pressure
and eased my legs apart.

“Because not only are you stunning on the outside, I know
you’re beautiful on the inside too, in the very depths of your soul.” His
curious fingers tickled up my inner thighs. I licked my lips, swollen from our
hard kisses, and watched their progress. “You are beautiful right down to the
core,” he said, watching his fingers move over my pale flesh. “Sweet and
caring, truthful and pure, and I can’t believe I was so stupid to let you go. I
can assure you…” he trailed his finger into the soft folds of my pussy and I
let out a small whimper of need, “I won’t be letting you go again, not ever.”

He urged my legs wider with his shoulders, dipped his head
between my legs and planted a long, hot kiss on top of my little fuzz of blonde
pubic hair. I hardly dared to hope he’d do what only
he
had ever done to
me.

“You remember how much you used to like me worshipping you
like this?” he asked, stroking his thumb over my clit, teasing it from its
hood.

“Yes, yes,” I whispered, resting my hands on top of his
head. His hair was still damp from the shower.

“Then lie back and enjoy,” he said in a voice that was smoky
and rich with desire. “I know I’m going to.”

Oh god, he
was
going to do that
. I let the
cool, soft sheets envelop my back as the song about sexed-up party animals
ended and
Jenny
came on. I was Jenny, this song was about me. I looked
up at the reflection on the mirrored ceiling. For a moment I was shocked to see
myself sprawled wantonly on the big bed. My hair was spread out like a fan, my
small breasts tight and pale. Between my legs was Robbie’s head, shockingly
dark against my creamy skin tones and the light silver of the duvet. Then his
broad back and wide shoulders filled the space where my legs folded to the
floor. Even hunched over, he looked so much bigger than me.

I tensed in delight as Robbie’s tongue began to explore
where his fingers had left off. Stroking my soft, damp flesh and delving into
every crease and fold. I let out a moan and arched my back as his tongue
finally tangled with my clit. His fingers joined in, searched out my entrance
and pushed up to the knuckle. “Robbie,” I called and pressed down for more,
suddenly desperate for it, desperate for that filling sensation.

Still I kept my eyes open, watching him, watching us as his
voice ricocheted around the room, singing about his shattered heart and his
broken dreams
.

Jenny, oh Jenny, I’m still here, still waiting, still
aching

No one else has ever compared

His tongue picked up the pace, swirling and laving at my
clitoris
.
Warm, liquid silkiness collected in my pussy, coating his
fingers as he pumped them in and out of me. My hips ground against the
mattress, his other hand steadied me, holding my hipbone firmly.

Oh Jenny, I’m here, still waiting

Still breaking my heart over youuuuuuuuu.

“That’s too good,” I groaned, willing my eyes to stay open
and carry on looking at our squirming reflection. The towel had slipped from
his waist and I could see the first outlines of his sweet butt as he knelt
before me. His left shoulder was moving, shifting in time with the delicious
filling sensations he was giving me. He had slid his other hand to my stomach
and his head dipped in time with the growing pressure in my clit. “I’m going to
come,” I moaned as a climax hurtled toward me. He upped the pace and I became
mindless. The only thing I could think of was the pressure building to the
point of glorious release. Heat pooled in my pelvis and radiated to my fists as
they clenched the sheets. My toes rolled into the floor and lifted like a
ballerina’s. I opened my mouth to scream as ecstasy claimed me but no sound
came out. It was too fast, too intense, and demanded all of my energy for those
few sweeter-than-sweet seconds. Each luscious wave rolled through me as I
convulsed around his fingers and onto his face. I was so wet, dripping wet, and
so swollen and utterly possessed by him. By Robbie.
My Robbie.

I moaned, low and guttural, and shifted my hips away from
him. His fingers slid from me and he kissed his way up my stomach. He knew
after I came on his tongue I couldn’t cope with any more stimulation for a few
minutes at least. It was too intense.

Lightheaded, my pulse wild in my ears, I looked up at his
long body stretching over mine, covering mine. “I guess I haven’t forgotten how
you like that.” he said, giving a satisfied smile through moisture-laden lips.

“I think your memory is just fine.” My voice was deep and
dreamy even to my own ears. It had been a long time since I’d come with
Robbie’s tongue and I didn’t recall it being that good. Of course it probably
had been, but, boy, was it nice to be reminded.

“We should celebrate,” he said, pressing a wet kiss to my
left nipple, which stuck up like a tight bead.

“I thought we were.”

“With champagne.” Suddenly his body heat left mine and he
lifted to stand at the side of the bed. My covetous eyes drank him up. His
impressive erection was jutting toward me from a tangle of black pubic hair.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, turning.

I was completely open about the fact I was checking out his
butt as he walked out of the room. He could see me in the mirrors. I could see
me in the mirrors. My cheeks flushed as I caressed his buttocks with my gaze.
Soon I would get my hands on them. My palms were already imagining the hard
shape of him as he pounded into me.

He left the room and I gulped in air, my pussy still
quivering, still trembling from his attentions. I rubbed a hand over my left
breast and tweaked my taut nipple. Watched myself in the mirror disappearing
into the distance as I was reflected for all infinity. This was not how I’d
thought tonight was going to turn out, but hey, I wasn’t complaining.

Robbie walked back into the room carrying a bottle of
champagne and two crystal flutes. “To first and last and forever,” he said with
a grin and placed a kiss on the tip of my nose. He smelled good, of man and
sex, spice and me.

I took a flute and tried not to stare at his beautiful cock,
which was only inches from my face as he popped the cork. “Whoops, quick, here
you go,” he said as froth exploded from the bottle in a sudden white gush.

I caught the bubbles with a giggle then watched as the gold
liquid crept up the glass. He filled his own and placed the bottle on the
floor.

“Cheers,” I said, holding up my flute and catching his eye.

He smiled down at me. “Cheers, pumpkin.”

I took a sip and let the bubbles pop on my tongue. It was
dry and wet and filled my mouth with fizz. I swallowed and looked back at his
cock. That was what I really wanted in my mouth. I wanted Robbie, I wanted to
taste him, feel the texture of him on my tongue, my palate. Remind myself of
his
shape and contours the way he’d just done with me.

I took another swig of champagne, a big cheekful, and handed
the glass to Robbie. His brow twitched down at me and, through the fluid in my
mouth, I gave a tight smile.

I placed one hand on his hip and wrapped the other around
his cock. His hard flesh was burning hot in my fist as I slid up and down the
length of him.

He groaned deep, deep in his chest. “Be careful, pumpkin,
remember how you always push me to the edge of my control.”

I couldn’t answer, my mouth was still full of champagne. I
looked up at him and watched his eyes as I leaned forward and positioned the
voluptuous tip of his cock in front of my lips. “Ah, fuck,” he muttered then
drained both glasses of champagne and tossed the flutes onto the soft pillows.
They made a quiet whump as they landed apart.

Being careful not to spill any precious champagne, I eased
his cock into my mouth. He slipped in through the cool, sparkling liquid, all
the way to the back of my throat. The hot, musky taste of him mingled with the
crisp champagne. A single drip leaked from the corner of my mouth and ran down
my chin. I ignored it.

Still I kept on taking him in, even though my mouth was
chock-full. Working him with my hand and stirring the fizzing fluid around his
shaft with my tongue.

“Ah, Jesus, Jenny. That’s fucking amazing.”

I looked up. His nostrils flared and he pulled in a deep
breath. His hands came down and pressed gently over my ears. He’d taught me
long ago how to give him pleasure with my mouth and I hadn’t forgotten. So I
cupped his balls with my other hand as I worked him with my tongue and fingers,
paying special attention to the pulse spot under his glans.

He groaned again, long and deep as though he couldn’t decide
if it was pain or pleasure. I sped up, rolling his cock in my mouth as more
champagne popped on my palate and spilled from my lips.

“Jenny, stop,” he ordered, pulling out in a sudden rush. I
swallowed what I could but trickles of champagne landed on my breasts. My mouth
missed him instantly.

“That’s not how I want it,” he said in a strained voice.
“Not that I don’t appreciate your imaginative way of giving head but, Jenny.”
His face twisted. “I just gotta get inside you, where you’re hot and wet and
warm and where I know you want me.”

He lay on the bed, lifted the glasses onto the cabinet, then
dragged me on top of him. I giggled as my wet chest crushed against his. His
lips caught mine and then he twisted in one quick movement and tucked me
beneath him.

I spread my legs wide as he settled between them. “Condom,”
I gasped as the tip of his cock touched my pussy. “You always forget.”

“Yeah, sorry, hang on.” He shifted to the edge of the bed,
stretched to the mirrored bedside cabinet and fumbled in a drawer. Next thing
he was rolling a condom down his shiny cock.

Then he was back at my entrance. He hovered above me, his
weight on his elbows and his eyes fierce with intensity. ”Jenny, I’m so happy
you’re here, that you came to the concert tonight. I know the car earlier was
frantic but I really do want to make love to you, show you how I feel in the
depths of my heart and—”

“Robbie,” I interrupted, hooking my legs over the back of
his solid thighs and sliding my hands to his tight butt. “Quit talking and get
the hell on with it.” I pressed against the delectable flesh beneath my
fingertips.

The room went suddenly silent. The song ended. Just our
rapid breaths and the pounding of my pulse filled my ears.

“It’s forever though, right?” he whispered, holding my face
between his palms.

“Yes, forever.” I was feverish with the need for him to
penetrate me. “Forever starts tonight, it starts now.”

I felt his coccyx curl under in one powerful surge, but he
pushed only an inch into my hot, needy channel.

I forced myself to relax as he pulled out a fraction then
eased back in. Farther this time. Driving and sliding all the way in until I
felt full and stretched and didn’t think I could take any more. “Robbie,” I
moaned, “Oh Robbie.” My head pressed into the soft pillow. He trailed his lips
to my neck, kissing and sucking his way over my skin, small groans tearing from
his throat as he set up a slow, steady rhythm. Pumping in and out of me,
catching my G-spot with the tip of his cock and rubbing my clit with his pubis
bone.

A new tune started, a lazy melody laced with his voice
singing about endless souls, twisting and twining through time. I hadn’t heard
it before, but as his words seeped into me I held him tighter.

He locked his arms beneath my shoulders and crushed me to
him in a possessive embrace, increasing the speed—not frantically but going
deeper, harder, as an urgency built. He buried his head in my neck and I stared
up at the ceiling at the live image of us writhing on the bed. His beautiful
back spread over me with my hands clinging to his shoulders, his butt with
small, perfect dimples that appeared in time with his thrusts. My ankles were
crossed over the backs of his thighs, my toes were curled.

His mouth moved back to mine, stoking my passion with his
tongue. I writhed, pulling him closer still, greedy for maximum flesh on flesh
connection. Seeking out even more feeling, more sensation.

We stopped kissing, his cheek pressed to mine and his
breaths were loud and fast washing over my cheek to my ear. Awe and bliss
swirled around me. His hips pistoned, driving in and out. I thrust mine to meet
each glorious, powerful lunge. Swallowing him higher, taking him into my heated
core deeper and deeper.

Tension built in my pelvis, swirling and coiling, I dug my
nails into his shoulders. I was on fire—his raw, unharnessed desire and
intoxicating masculinity overwhelming every one of my senses. I clenched my
pussy around his shaft and he groaned thick and guttural, so did I.

“Oh Jenny, that’s done it,” he gasped. “I’m coming, ah,
Jesus, Jenny, join me.” He lifted his head and slanted his lips over mine
again, fed me hot, hungry kisses as his cock went even harder. I felt the first
tug of a deeply satisfying orgasm claim me.

His slick tongue chased for mine as I was catapulted up to
climax. His cock worked me on the inside and his body rubbed my clit
skillfully. I loved him. I had always loved him. And I wanted him back. I
had
him back. “Robbie,” I cried into his mouth. “Ah, Robbie, yes, that’s it,
Robbie.”