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“Fine, forget about it,” I say.

I turn to go, and he grabs my hand and pulls me close. His lips are inches from mine. My breath catches in my throat.

“Marry me,” he says, “and I’ll spend the rest of my life making you happy.”

“That’s not a question.”

“Does it need to be?” he asks.

"No, it doesn’t.” I wrap my arms around his neck, and he lifts me as I wrap my legs around his waist. “Your bedroom now. Go!"

He laughs, hearing me order him around, and carries me into his bedroom before we fall onto his king-size bed. I push open his shirt, and he quickly removes his jacket and shirt.

Finally sliding my hands over his chiseled torso, I let my fingers trace each muscle of his abs before I unbuckle his belt and open his pants. I want to touch him so badly! He steps out of his pants, and I reach for the bulge in his charcoal grey boxer shorts, but he steps back.

"No, I get what I want first, remember?"

The simple sound of his voice gets me even more excited. He runs his hand over my hair, holds the back of my head, and kisses me. First, his lips linger on mine, then they push my lips open as his tongue slides against mine.

I run my hands over his beard and through his shaggy hair before they continue down to his shoulders and arms, enjoying the firm feel of his muscles under my fingertips. His lips leave mine as he kisses my chin, then the soft spot at the front of my neck where my collarbone is.

His hands travel roughly over my dress, squeezing my heavy breasts together as he kisses my cleavage. He sits up and gazes at me for a moment before getting off the bed. Taking my foot, he slips off my sandals and then kisses my instep. I giggle uncontrollably.

"Stop! That tickles!"

He laughs, then kisses my ankle and my shin as his hands slide up my legs and under the dress. When his hands reach my panties, he curls his fingers around the silky material at my hips and yanks them down and off me. He has me so turned on that I know my panties are wet.

His lips work their way up my leg, and once he reaches my thighs, he pushes them apart and I am suddenly aware of how bare I was underneath my dress without my panties, and it turns me on even more.

As he slides the dress up further, his lips cover the soft, sensitive skin of my inner thighs. His hand slides across my tummy, making my breaths come even faster. He nips at the uppermost part of my thigh, and I jump, then he slowly sucks the spot, making the sensation even more intense.

His lips inch up further, and as I resign myself to the torture of anticipation, he slides his tongue between my lower lips and over my clit. Instinctively, my fingers run through his hair. Using the flat part of his tongue, he teases me with long, slow licks, followed by flicks with the tip of his tongue.

Clutching the pillow my head rested on, I moan and spread my legs further. No longer am I self-conscious of my size; my only thought is the things this sexy man is doing to me and how I want more.

He twirls his tongue in small circles as my hips slowly rock. The pressure is building quickly inside of me, and a tingling sensation travels up my spine. The pulsing between my legs turns into a throb. I want more than just his tongue and couldn't believe the thought even entered my head.

He slipped a finger around the outside of my entrance before sliding it inside of me. I can’t take it much longer, and somehow he knows.

As I let out another moan, his tongue works its magical circles over my clit, and his finger moves quicker as it thrusts into me. He presses his lips around my swollen clit and sucks as I arch my back just a bit, and the tingling reaches my neck. The pressure within me releases and I cry out.

Drawing in a quick breath, I squeeze the pillow tight between my hands as my orgasm overtakes me. I writhe while he continues rubbing my clit with his tongue until I’m exhausted. I try catching my breath as he moves up beside me.

I reach for his face and kiss him deeply as he wraps his arms around me. Slowly, I move my hand down over his tight body to his underwear. I easily slip my hand into the elastic waistband and over his large member, but I’m stopped by his hand over mine.

"You have no idea how much I want to make love to you, but we can't," he whispers into my ear.

"Why not?"

"Because I want to explore every inch of your body. I don't want to be rushed. I want to take my time and for us both to enjoy every second of it."

He kisses me, and I sigh as I lay my head down on his chest. He kisses the top of my head and squeezes me tight against him, reminding me of the contrast between his muscular body and my soft one. Through the cracks of the window shades, the sun begins to rise.

“Happy birthday, my love,” I whisper.

“Carina,” he says. “Carina, wake up.”

I rub my eyes and blink, looking around, confused for a minute as to where I am.

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