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By unspoken agreement, we alternate removing each other's clothing. She peels away my trousers, leaving me vulnerable but not without confidence. Desire courses through my veins, exciting and empowering me.
I haven't been with a woman in over four months, yet tonight, I don't have a scrap of a doubt about my virility.
My turn.
Her skirt doesn't have any fasteners; it's all stretch. I kneel at her feet and loop my fingers over the waistband. We lock lust-filled eyes just before the fabric gives way. A carefully sculpted strip of closely cropped dark hair confirms she's not wearing panties.
A/N: Okay, so now you know for sure. (No knickers, Whiti!) I'm gonna leave Edward right there overnight, the lucky sod. (Did I use that term correctly, Amber?) XXX ~BOH