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Serena’s breasts bounced as she turned quickly and tossed
the belt to the carpet.
Dan’s hands closed on her breasts, encasing them in his
warmth.

She allowed his caresses to continue as she undid his pants
button and slid one hand up and down his zipper.
His groan of pleasure,
accompanied by his slight squeezing of her breasts, empowered her to become
more brazen.

Serena stilled her hands and once again reached for his.
She
grasped each one and tenderly placed them by his sides.
“You’re not
cooperating.
I have a job to do.
Or, do you want me to lose my concentration?”

Dan’s gravelly voice uttered his reply.
“Anything you want,
sweetheart.
You’re in control.
I’ll do what you want but we may have to move a
little more quickly.”

“How’s this?”

Serena lowered his zipper, unleashing the bulge of manhood
now straining against his boxers.
She tugged his pants downward, letting them
fall to the ground.
Dan kicked them away.

She reached up to remove his shirt, rubbing her body up and
down his as she stretched to glide it off his shoulders.
She tossed it aside
and grabbed his undershirt.
Getting it halfway up his body, Dan replaced her
hands with his and pulled it over his head.

Serena’s fingers traced feathered motions up his chest, stopping
at his nipples.
She copied the actions he’d made with her breasts and rubbed
his nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.
Then, standing on her tiptoes,
she leaned her body upward so she could nuzzle each one.
His arms surrounded
her as heat pulsated from one body to the other.

Only a few pieces of clothing separated them from absolute
nakedness.
Dan planted a kiss on the top of her head and moaned, “Should I
reach for your pretty red panties and stockings, or would you prefer helping me
get out of these boxers first?”

Serena landed a kiss on his burning skin right above his
bellybutton.
She felt his body quiver at her touch, sending shivers of passion
tumbling through her body.

In a shaky voice she didn’t recognize as her own, she
answered, “Please.
Do me first.”

Chapter Eleven

Every touch, caress, kiss, spun Serena’s world out of
control.
Higher and higher her urges pushed her forward, craving an ultimate
union as one with Dan.
No thoughts of backing off or pulling away entered her
head.
The point of no return coupled with no regrets had been passed what
seemed like hours ago.

Dan slid her body slightly backward, affording him a better
view and heightening her almost out-of-mind anticipation.
She looked down and
noted how the moonlight bounced off her body, dancing on her breasts and
highlighting the silken rose design on her red, flimsy underwear.
Her nipples
beaded, aching for his renewed attention.
Hard, uplifted and pointing straight
ahead at his body, they begged for his touch.

No sense of embarrassment crossed Serena’s
mind.
Dan made her feel important, not ashamed of her boldness.
Standing in the
darkened room by an unshaded window while slivers of light shone inside to
brighten their bodies, added an air of naughtiness, intensifying her sensual
appetite bordering on lust.

He knelt before her and ran his hands up one leg to the top
of her thigh-high stocking.
Pulling it leisurely down and off her leg, he then
tossed it over his shoulder and removed the second one from her other leg.
His
fingers skimmed up each leg, dipped under her panties’ waistband and, in
deliberate, slow movements, slid the garment down her body.
She rested her
hands on his shoulders as she lifted each foot so he could help her step out of
them.
Serena then kicked them aside.

Dan remained in place, raining tiny nips of kisses on her,
starting with her knees.
He moved from one leg to the other, copying each kiss,
planting each one in a mirrored location.
Tilted forward as she left her hands
on his shoulders, Serena heard heavy, rapid breathing and was surprised to
realize it was her own.

His hands moved over her rear end, cupping each cheek.
His
lips reached each thigh and brushed back and forth over each one until Serena
thought her legs would buckle beneath her.
He found the spot between her legs
and worshipped the area with gentle kisses while caressing her bottom and
pulling her closer.

“Dan,” she managed to moan, full of desperate desire to urge
him further but afraid to fall where she stood.

He halted his adoration, squeezed her bottom once more and
landed one last kiss below her waist before standing.
“I take it you want me to
stop?”

“Never.
I mean, right now, yes.” Heat soared through her.
“It’s my turn.”

Dan gave a ragged sigh, then lowered his mouth to hers for a
full-blown, mind-boggling kiss.
“Yes, ma’am.”

Serena started at his nipples, tweaking them until they
hardened.
His erection stood at attention, poking through his boxers.
She dared
to touch him, raking his length with her fingernail.

Even in the miniscule light afforded by the moon, she
watched with lust-filled yearning as he grew larger.
An unbridled desire to
feel him harden under her touch quickened her heartbeat.
Dan reveled in it,
moaning with each stroke.

“Honey, I can’t hold on much longer.”

Serena emulated his kneeling stance, placing her face
squarely in front of his turgid member.
She pulled his boxers down from the
front center of his waistband and carefully guided the material over and past
his ramrod stiff erection.
Once down to his feet, Dan stepped out of them and
pushed the garment away.

She began her upward ascent starting at his knees, giving
small bites while moving over the soft, crinkly curls of hair covering his
legs.
When she reached the area near his erection, he stilled her hands with
his and commanded, “I want you.
Now.”

Serena smiled and nodded her approval.

Dan helped her up and she noticed his rapid breathing
matched her own.
He looked around the office and asked, “Where will you be most
comfortable?”

She almost giggled and sensed his urgency matching her own.
Serena never thought of her office as a lovemaking site.
She took a fast survey
of the room.
Where to make love?
In a matter of seconds she evaluated the
possible locations.
Feeling like an erotic, sex-crazed Goldilocks, she searched
with a totally different purpose in mind other than finding somewhere to just
sleep.

The carpet?
No.
The floor would be too hard.
Her sofa?
No
again.
Springs worn, they’d sink into its too soft structure.
Her oversized
stuffed rocking chair?
Just right.
It would enable her to ride him sitting up,
affording her a wondrous view and more freedom to move.

“I think the chair, but do you have a preference?” she
answered in an urgent reply.

Dan lifted her up into his arms.
“The chair’s fine.
I’m
guessing it’ll hold us and be comfortable.” He lowered his mouth to her lips
and kissed her with passion.
“For the first round, at least.”

Sitting in the chair, he cradled her in his
arms and snuggled her close.
Serena could feel his firm member twitch every
time she grinded her fanny into his lap.
Dan finally ordered, “Stand up for a
minute, please.”

Serena rose, legs wobbling with anticipation.
He
repositioned himself on the chair, legs slightly apart to welcome her onto his
lap.
“Wait, honey.
We need protection.
I think I have a condom in my wallet.”
His voice held a sense of urgency.

“Dan, I’m on the Pill.”

“We’ll use both.” He got up, rummaged through his wallet and
said, “Found one.”

Filled with a lust to touch him, Serena held out her hand
and ordered in a fevered tone, “I’ll do that.”

He placed it in her palm.
She once again knelt in front of
Dan.
Before rolling the condom down his shaft, Serena feathered light touches
on his skin before the engorged member was completely sheathed.
She looked up
at Dan.

Unbridled need blazed in his eyes as he sat again.
“I want
you now.”

Serena knew the semi-darkness hid what should have been a
blush covering her face.
“Umm, how will we do this?”

Dan softened his tone as he gave instructions.
“Place your
knees on my thighs and I’ll help with the rest.
I’ll hold you.
You won’t fall.”
He held up one hand in a Boy Scout salute.
“I promise.”

“I guess I can’t argue with a boy scout.
I’m ready.”

“Honey, I’m more than ready.
Just hope I don’t go too
quickly for you.”

As she began her climb onto his knees, Serena purred, “Maybe
I want you to.”

Dan helped her lift one leg and then the other over the arm
rests as he held her bottom up with one, massive spread-out hand.
Once she
pushed up on his shoulders, he guided his throbbing erection into the waiting
wetness between her legs.
He eased her down slowly and Serena marveled at his
size filling her so completely and her ability to accommodate him.
She tensed
her muscles around him, feeling his pulsating reaction.

Words were not needed.
Serena threw back her head and began
an up and down dance, meeting his rhythmic thrusts.
He held one hand on her
back to steady her and let the other drift to the spot between them and between
her legs.
The more she rose and fell on his erection, the more frantic his
finger strokes became.
She gripped his shoulders for more leverage, breathing
heavily and wondering if her heart would pound through her chest.

His hand left her back and that arm encircled her waist,
pulling her slightly closer.
She sensed his teetering at the edge, reaching
closer to his final destination.
Her own climax built, bringing her nearer
fulfillment.

He angled his head to her breasts and she arched her back,
affording him better access to her aching nipples.
He rolled the buds with his
tongue and suckled each one into hardened tips, pushing her over the edge.

She climaxed at the same moment he did.
Waves of blissful
passion soared through her, something she’d never experienced before.
This had
to be what sharing love was like and she cherished each second.
Serena craved
the erotic sensation and heady feeling it gave her.
And, she rejoiced in the
knowledge she’d given Dan the same kind of pleasure.

Serena collapsed against him, fully encased by his arms.
She
smelled his aftershave, his body heating it to extremes and mingling with a
strong scent of after-sex.
Her breasts still tingled and Dan toyed with each
one, brushing them with the back of his fingernails.
She returned the favor and
squeezed each of his nipples then trailed tiny fingernail touches down his
torso.

“Serena,” he rasped, “I’m not quite ready for round two.”

She tweaked his nipple again, noting the bulge still nestled
inside her had started to grow.
“Hmm.
That’s not what I’m thinking.”

Dan cleared his throat.
“I need a little time to regroup.
You’re some type of wildcat, honey.
Thank you.”

Serena ended her assault on his body, opting to allow him
time to breathe.
“Thank you, too.
That was wonderful.
I never knew lovemaking
could be so satisfying.”

Dan pulled his head sideways, away from her to stare at her
face.
“Did I hurt you?”

She heard the concern in his voice and rapidly replied, “No,
you didn’t hurt me.
You fulfilled my every need.” She rubbed his cheek.
“I
haven’t had that before.”

Dan took her hand and kissed it.
With gentle tenderness, he
hugged her and rubbed his chin across her breasts.
“You’re a passionate woman,
Serena.
You deserve to enjoy lovemaking as much as you give enjoyment.”

“I’ve been led to believe that there was
something wrong with women who wanted more and craved pleasure.”

“Oh, honey.” Dan sighed as he spoke.
“Don’t ever think
wanting more out of lovemaking is something women aren’t supposed to want or
need.
Passion goes both ways.
Do you want to talk about it?”

Serena hesitated at first, wondering if allowing Dan access
into her past left her vulnerable.
No negative vibes beat a path to her head
warning her to stop, so she made the decision to share a short version of her
shyness around males through school years, thanks to her “gift”.
Getting too
close to a date initiated second sight sensations cramming her head, causing
her to back off and she ultimately scared off any would-be sex partner.

Dan made no comments but encouraged her to continue.
Serena
then explained how she’d ignored warning vibrations buzzing in her head about
Alan and had jumped smack into a relationship with him.
With Dan’s silent
attention still riveted on her, Serena found the courage to discuss her
one-sided affair with her ex-boyfriend.
She experienced the same ease
recounting the foolish part of her life involving Alan with Dan as she’d
encountered when conveying the same story to Michael.

After her tale of an affair gone bad, Dan helped her up and
they ambled over to the sofa.
They rested perfectly still and quiet, choosing
to sit side by side with his arm around her shoulders as they stared out into
the starry night from her window.
Serena wondered if she’d told him too much
about her former love life.
He hadn’t mentioned anything about his past loves.
Curiosity about women in his life made her speak before thinking.

“Dan?
Have you ever been in love?”

* * * * *

Even in the darkness, Dan sensed her eyes focusing on him,
waiting for him to divulge his past.
Guilt washed over him as he faced the
realization that Serena would expect an honest rendition, something similar to
what he assumed she’d offered him.

They’d just experienced one hell of a satisfying, ultimate
closeness a man and woman could hope for.
A feeling of dread spread throughout
his body, his euphoric high after physically sharing himself with her now
plummeted to an abysmal low level.

Shit.
She asked about love in his life, eager to find
out the personal stuff he rarely imparted to anyone since his divorce.
Love?
He’d tried it once before with Laura and decided no such animal existed.
Anyway, Serena, of all people, would be someone he couldn’t disclose anything
to.