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His warm,  leather-gloved hand cupped the back of my head. Despite the sunglasses I saw his beautiful eyes, looking into mine, searching. I shuddered with lust. Yes, he was right, I didn’t know how he would play with my body; I have been vanilla all my life.

“You sure?” his voice deepened to a raspy drawl.

My own leather-gloved hand touched his shoulder and I could feel his heat through the layers.

“Yessssss,” I hissed, pulling him closer, needing to feel him.

One last look into my eyes and he let go of any restraint. His tongue met mine passionately.

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Thanks Ofelia for a sexy pic! Check out her flash fiction: http://ofeliagrand.com/2015/01/12/454/