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Now I know she wants me too; there is no lying in her catlike eyes. I watch the tip of her tongue trace the outline of her lips. Then she slowly unties her bathrobe, revealing the V of her cleavage and the sparse patch of hair at the apex of her perfect thighs, her hourglass shape silhouetted by the silky fabric on either side of her. The dim light from the lamp on my night table lets me see the pink flush of her skin, the deeper ruby of her swollen nether lips.
She watches me, my eyes widening as her robe falls to the floor in a shimmer of white satin. Her breasts are firm but heavy, her areolae a light pinkish brown. Her belly mostly flat, her hips and bottom perfectly rounded. I think I am about to start salivating like one of Pavlov's canines in response to the view of Robyn's glorious nakedness. I remove my useless robe, naked too now.
Her heated gaze kisses my skin, and I try to account for what she sees. The curly salt-and-mostly-pepper hair on my chest, the neatly trimmed, matching hedge at the base of my penis. The hard musculature of my entire body. I don't just look good for forty-- I would be considered attractive at any age-- but I now could be called debonair, distinguished, charming even.
Robyn's breasts bounce slightly as she steps closer until we are less than a foot apart, my dick threatening to graze her belly. She raises her hand to my face, tracing her fingertips over the curve of my cleanly shaved jaw, my lips, my neck, splaying her hands over my hard chest and abs. I tremble beneath the warmth of her touch, watching her eyes darkening beneath the canopy of her thick, black lashes. She watches me and curls her fingers around the thickness of my shaft, making me groan by gripping me firmly.
I gasp and pull her dripping body against me, flattening my erection against her belly, her full breasts pressing into my chest, her hard nipples brushing against my skin, sending shivers up my spine. My hands trail down the line of her soft back, the slope of her ass, sliding up to bury my fingers in her damp, tousled waves.
Her breath is hot against my lips as my tongue gently explores the silkiness of her mouth. She sighs and grips me tighter, meeting my kisses with urgency. My hand slips over her ass and between her thighs to rub her wet heat. She groans, her head dropping back to allow my lips to trail over her neck, her chest, her taut nipples and heavy breasts. Her taut skin is soft and fragrantly intoxicating. I am normally more patient, but now I fight to ignore the startlingly burning need to appease my deviant appetite.
Robyn grabs my cock, propels me to my unmade bed, and I lie her down on her back on my pristine white sheets, her legs falling open for me without any timidity or hesitation. I stand at the edge of the bed between her open legs and rub her mound, the thin strip of hair tickling my open palm. She raises her hips to meet my touch, raising up on her elbows to look at me as I bring my mouth to her breasts again, gradually moving down her stomach and lower, until I inhale the heady perfume of her femininity. I taste her sweet nectar, my fingers sliding between the silky folds of her secret flesh, feeling her tighten around me. My dick twitches again, needlessly reminding me of his exigent pursuits. Robyn quivers beneath my tongue and I feel like a God.
"Fletcher," she moans nearly incomprehensibly, grabbing my hair to haul me up from the floor. She kisses me deeply, sharing her sweetness with me. The swollen head of my cock brushes against her wetness, making us groan, and then she grabs my ass, pushing me inside of her.
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