PARTY FOR TWO

His fingers moved again this time skirting down the slope of her breast before circling once, twice, three times over her burgeoning nipple, bringing her excitement up a notch, but leaving her far from satisfied.

Had she wanted slow? She must have been crazy. Ellen realized with a start that he was leaning against the back of her couch, his hips resting on the top edge. Ben was a tall man, which was nice because she wasn't a little woman.

At five-nine-and-a-half in stocking feet, she still towered over a lot of the available men, which is why she wore low-heeled shoes.

Her height wasn't a disadvantage with Ben. He was six-three at least, and when he leaned backwards and pulled her closer to him, she fit perfectly.

She ran her hands up his chest and wound her arms around his neck. She sighed again and felt him respond. She wanted to let her weight rest fully against him, but she also didn't want to send him falling backward over the couch. She had big plans for him tonight and they didn't include a trip to the emergency room for back problems.

As if he could read her mind, he bit her bottom lip, then sucked it into his mouth. The shock raced through her like she was sports car on a racetrack, and her pussy muscles clenched wildly in response.

His hands, which had been clutching at her waist, moved downward. She felt a breeze on her legs as his fingers slowly walked the edge of her gown above her knees and over her thighs. Finally those strong, pleasantly rough hands were cupping her butt and pulling her even closer into the niche of his hips.

Ellen felt a moment's regret. She'd given up on the glut exercises a few months ago when she realized her butt was never going to resemble that of the eighteen-year-old instructor who taught the aerobics class at her club. She had been at peace with the decision. Now she wondered if she'd given up a little too soon.

He moved his lips away from hers a fraction. "I'm feeling a little hesitation here?" he murmured.

Ellen smiled and hoped he couldn't read the regret in her eyes.

"No hesitation on my part," she answered. "I was just giving you a chance to go while the going was good."

His hand moved slowly on her cheek, long, strong fingers flexing, then releasing. She felt the touch like an arrow of desire cutting through her. Her outer labia lips were swelling and she could feel a build-up of fluid behind her walls.

"I'm not looking to go anywhere," he said. "In fact, I'm ready to get this party moving."

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