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room, turning on the radio and closing the curtains.A Melissa Etheridge song came on, steaming up the room.He stopped in front of me.There could be no mistaking his intentions.His chest rose and fell dramatically and his eyes burned into mine.I couldn’t remember ever being wanted like this.
    Our hands met first.His strong fingers stroked my palms, teased my fingers and drove me to a state of madness, all the while never taking his eyes from mine.I wanted to close the gap between us, tear his clothes off, throw him onto the bed, but I hesitated.For some reason, it was important to me that Alan would make the first move.If only I could wait for it.
    Alan took one step closer to me, still holding my gaze.His hands left mine and reached up to my face, stroking my chin, my neck and shoulders, tracing the outline of my quivering body without looking away.It was as if he was sending me every ounce of emotion he had.
    Slowly, his hands returned to my shoulders and slipped under the thin straps of my dress.Running along the length between the straps and my skin, his fingers lingered where they met the velvet neckline.His index fingers then dipped a fraction of an inch and traced until they came together at my trembling cleavage.I thought I was going to lose control.
    Just when I thought I would collapse, his hands traveled upward, entangling the fingers in my hair.He brought my face to his so very slowly, looking into my eyes, driving deeper into me than I thought possible.Our lips met and something exploded inside.How did he know to do that?I’d never experienced such intimacy and it had a terrifying effect on me.
    He kissed me, making love to my lips with a firm touch.I moaned and he became ferocious, hungrily tasting my lips, my tongue, my breath.My hands stroked his back, slipping below his waistband just enough to touch his skin.A guttural cry tore from his throat and his thumbs slid under the straps of my dress and eased it downward.
    As the velvet slipped from my breasts he stepped back and studied what he uncovered.“You know,” his voice was husky, “all those times in a dark car or your dorm room, I always told myself that next time I would look at your body.”I gasped at this revelation, and his hand rose to my cheek as if to comfort me.Once again, he looked into my eyes, “You are so beautiful.I wish I had seen that then.”
    Warm tears trickled down my cheek as I kissed his hand.Fingers wet with my tears slowly trailed down to my breasts.I closed my eyes.I didn’t have to see what he was doing.Those strong hands circled each nipple, finally caressing them with his palms.Alan kissed my tears, and then returned to my lips while his hands very slowly slid the dress over my hips.I began to unbutton his shirt, pulling it out from his pants.
    Alan’s hands lingered over my hips, slipping beneath my waistband to slide my panties down with the dress.I stepped out of my shoes and nearly ripped his shirt off.My shaking fingers fumbled with the belt and fly but soon his clothes joined mine on the floor.As my hands reached his cock his kisses became fierce, his breathing unsteady.My fingers encircled the taut, smooth skin and began to stroke slowly.He cried out as if in agony and I pushed him onto the edge of the bed, kneeling between his legs.
    “No, no,” he started to protest but I was determined to take him into my mouth.I needed to suck on his swollen head, my hands still stroking.Alan’s protests died away and he gently caressed my hair as my mouth slipped downward and slid back up, almost to the end, then plunging back down again.He was moaning recklessly now.It was clear he thought he would play the seducer.He hadn’t counted on me wanting more.
    “Stop,” he begged, barely able to breathe, “I don’t want to come like this.I have to be inside you, feel you,” his words trailed off as I reluctantly rose in front of him.
    Alan remained seated on the bed and nuzzled my breasts with his lips, teasing my