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Naked or not...?

You ever had that discussion, about whether a woman is sexier when suggestively dressed or when she is totally naked? A few times, myself, and I'm usually inclined towards the point of view that a little bit of mystery add a whole lot of sexiness. But then, someone came along who, without knowing it herself at first at the moment it happened, made me realize that this needs not always be true...

"Well, why would I lose respect for you if you make photos of yourself in the nude? You look amazing even in teasing underwear. You have an amazing body and if you have the courage and the desire to show it, you would only gain respect," I smile. "But that has nothing to do with this discussion."

You purse your lips and say, almost challenging, "So you're sure I look better with the right areas suggestively hidden from view than totally, bare,fully naked?"

I laugh at the dangerous light in your eyes, and turn slightly away, pacing slowly while letting my imagination wander.

"I'm just trying to imagine your gorgeous body without the last bits of clothing, if you would do it... you would..." I'm not even aware of my voice trailing away...

You walk into the room slowly, the hint of a smile around your lips as I stare at you. The world seems to stop. The painful beat of my heart against my throat warns me that it's more than time to breathe again, but I can only let my eyes follow the graceful curves of your legs, my gaze caressing the nude skin of your hips as it slides slowly over your sexy belly, smoothly gliding up between your lovely breasts to climb up to your enchanting eyes.

Just as my gaze meets your, you avert you eyes, smile and start turning very slowly, saying with a soft, amused voice, "So you think it makes no difference, if I'm completely naked? Maybe I should put some clothes on then..."

All I'll remember from this moment are the sexy curves of your body, where your small back meets the rise of your gorgeous, full buttocks. I'm not even aware of moving. A sudden deep, heavy breath makes you turn around startled as I reach you, your eyes wide as you feel my hands on your sides. I just can't take my eyes of your body! I just can't...

"Mark!" you gasp, too surprised to say more.

I just keep moving, making you stumble backwards, keeping you off balance in every respect. My hands try to brush over your soft skin gently, but my eager fingertips can't help dig in a little as I keep you on your feet, until you bumps into the door you came through, closing it with a bump. I rest my forhead against yours, stroking the side of your smooth belly till my fingers climb up over your breasts, a sensitive nipple sliding in between.

"Mark..." you whisper again, more softly.

I tangle my fingers in your hair and hold you firmly. Somewhere a small, worried voice warns me that I'm scaring you. And that you don't want me to do this. Or was your whisper expectant, something else suggest inside me, full of desire? Moaning softly as I lose the last shred of self control, I push my lips on your in a clumsy, passionate kiss, pushing you back again, unaware of the pain shooting through my fingers as they protect your head against the door.

"I need... I..." I manage to mumble through our lips, my other hand pushing on the small of your back, pulling your body against mine.

I fumble down over your sexy buttock to your thigh, moving your leg along mine, kissing down as I lean over you. I unbuckle my jeans before I even know it.

"I want you," I pant.

I push your hands away from my chest, pinning them against the wall to keep them out of the way, wondering for a moment how my shirt got open. Wrapping one arm under your bottom, I pull your body up against mine again, feeling the skin of your warm, soft mound press against my lower abs.

And then I enter you. Your arms still next to you against the wall. Your hand resting unresisting just above your head. I see your eyes, seeking mine, burning into my soul. I'll see them forever.

My body drunk on your warmth around me, my mind intoxicated by your beauty, I'm hardly aware of your hand slipping between our bodies. Every move I make, you drive my desire further. The way your thighs press against my hip, held by my arms. Your belly slapping against my abs and your breasts pressing hard in my chest. My hand holding your face passionately.

I don't know if I screamed. Or if you did. I just hear the my breath and thumping heartbeat in the sudden silence. I look at your face, slightly flushed and beautiful, but you have your eyes closed. I suddenly release my grasp on your throat, lightly tracing my fingertips over your slightly reddened skin.

"Did I hurt you?" I ask worried.

You smile and lower your arm around my neck. Slowly you remove your other hand from between us and I feel how slippery our skin is against each other. You wince a bit as I gently lower you on the ground, your thighs glistening in the soft light of the evening.

"Not there," you whisper, rubbing your lower back, smiling and blushing a bit. "It was very... passionate."

"I'm sorry," I reply, placing my hand gently on the small of your back.

"No!" you laugh. "And careful there too," as you looked down at my second hands, very low on your belly, stroking the slippery skin.

I grin like a boy for a moment and sink through my knees and press my lips on the side of your hips, smiling up, kissing slowly to your lower belly along the curves angling down towards your groin. Listening to your expectant breathing, I brush lightly with my lips over your flushed mound, teasing the glowing skin, warm breath cooling rapidly as it flows away from my mouth over your skin.

"I... can't stay up... if you do that," you whisper.

Grinning again, I stand up and quickly lift you up in my arms.

"Wait! Don't do that!" you yelp.

"What?" I smile, "Just bringing you somewhere you don't have to stand up", pushing the door open with my foot.

"I... was just surprised," you murmur, while I carefully navigate you through the opening, making sure your head doesn't hit the post.

"Mark!" you exclaim, as your foot bumps into the door.

"Ooops," I whisper, slightly embarassed.

"Put me down!"

"In a bit!" I grin as I start running down the hall.

"Annoying man!"

But desire is showing through in the tone of your voice...