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in awe.
    He caressed the other one, loving the soft fullness in his hand. And the silky feel of her skin.
    She stroked her hands up the sides of his neck. Then cupped his jaw and kissed him. Her lips hesitant on his. He slid one arm around her waist and pulled her closer. She shifted onto her knees and pressed tighter against him. Her tongue glided into his mouth, then led his back into hers, then she sucked.
    He groaned and turned her, pressing her back onto the couch, then he prowled over her. He dragged his mouth from hers, and stared down at her perfect breasts. He lowered his head and captured one puckered nipple in his mouth. He suckled and she moaned, her hands curling around his head, her fingers threading through his hair.
    He reached for her other nipple and stroked it, then rolled the hard bead between his fingertips. Then he switched. She arched against him.
    He ran his hand down her flat stomach and found her jeans, then unfastened the metal button. He couldn’t find the zipper, and realized there was another button, then another. He undid them all, and slid his hand inside the denim. He felt her soft skin, then her silky curls.
    All the women he’d been with were either totally bare, or had just a small patch or strip of hair, but she seemed to be untouched. As he stroked, he realized she’d stopped moving and he glanced at her face.
    “Are you okay?” he asked.
    She just nodded, but then stroked down his stomach. Her fingers stopped at the waistband of his jeans. He unfastened them and drew out his cock. Her eyes widened then she slowly reached for him and wrapped her hand around him.
    God, the feel of her holding him like that … He pressed his hand deeper into her jeans and found the soft flesh, then ran his fingertips lightly over her folds. He pushed between them until he found her opening. Then he glided inside. Fuck, the feel of her hot slickness enveloping his fingers drove him wild.
    He wrapped his other hand around hers, squeezing him, then guided her hand up and down. She followed his lead, stroking him as he swirled his fingers in her melting heat. He slid out and stroked her slit, then found her clitoris.
    She gasped as he stroked it, almost as if she’d never had a man do that to her before.
    He wanted to see her, so he grasped her jeans and pulled them down. Her hand fell away from his cock as he moved to pull them off her legs, and then he reached for her panties. He noticed she was biting her lip. He smiled and swooped down for a kiss, then tugged her black panties down her legs. She kicked them away as he gazed at her.
    He was right, her pussy was not shaven. He ran his fingers over the curls. So soft and dark. A perfect contrast to her pink petals.
    “Do I look strange?” she asked, concern etching her eyes.
    “Strange?” He could barely tear his gaze from her lovely pussy to stare at her in a daze.
    “Well, I know most girls…” She sucked in a breath. “I mean, I didn’t know we were going to…”
    He laughed. “It’s fine. It’s … different.”
    Disappointment filled her eyes and he realized that—at least in this—she didn’t want to be different.
    He leaned in and kissed her. “You’re perfect,” he murmured.
    He felt her fingers wrap around his cock again and she stroked.
    “Do you want me to go down on you?” she asked uncertainly.
    He chuckled. “That would be very nice, but how about I go down on you instead?”
    He slid off the couch to his knees, missing the feel of her hand around him as it slipped away. He leaned forward and nuzzled her stomach, then kissed downward to her curls. He stroked over them with both hands, then opened the petals of flesh and licked her.
    “Ohhh,” she cried.
    The sound excited him, and sent his cock lurching. He found her clit and circled it with his tongue, then lapped at it.
    “Oh, God,” she whimpered, her head lolling back on the couch.
    Fuck, she was so responsive.
    He suckled and she arched. His hand glided up

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