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Her little dog is sitting right by the door, glaring at me as if I've invaded its space, although it listened to Caitlyn and has stopped barking.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" she asks, grabbing the front of her silk robe and pulling it tighter.

Although I've seen the woman more than once completely bare, there's something incredibly sexy about the way her nipples furl, the peaked tips pressing against the delicate fabric. Just the sight of it makes me want to strip away the silky fabric and wrap my lips around each one. I know the exact shade of those delicate tips, and the fact that they're now hidden makes my cock throb in my jeans.

"Caitlyn," I whisper, unsure of what to do next now that she's standing in front of me.

I inch closer, but like a smart woman, she takes a step backward.

Her hand is warm as she presses it to my chest.

"You can't touch me," she says, her words breathless as they leave her lips, but it doesn't stop her hand from wandering down my torso.

When one hand meets my belt buckle, she pulls the other away from gripping her robe to slide it down. Her fingers work open my belt buckle as I lean further over her, cocooning her against her front door.

"Don't touch me," she warns again, and then I hear the fear in her voice.

The woman has to take what she needs, but she is the one who has to make that happen.

Who am I to argue with it?

"Fuck," I groan when she lowers my zipper and doesn't hesitate to slide her hand past the denim until her fingers are running down the length of my cock. "Take me out."

She may not want me to touch her, but I can sure as hell provide instructions so we both get what we need here tonight.

All thoughts of this being a bad idea float away, this moment with her worth any risk or trouble that may meet us later down the road.

I'm heavy in her hand when she obeys, and I know from the coolness on the tip of my cock that I'm already leaking for her. It's incredibly sexy but also makes me easy to read, something that also creates a certain level of vulnerability I'm not accustomed to.

I lean in closer as she strokes her hand down the length of me, and my balls tighten further against my body. The woman turns me on as if she has special insight into what arouses me.

The way her skin glistens under the moonlight, the way her breaths are short and choppy, although her touch along my length feels sure and resilient, all make me want to fucking come all over her delicate skin.

I swallow as my nose gently brushes her throat, my lips aching to press to her skin, but she told me not to touch her, and I have to obey her wishes.

"Condom in my wallet," I pant near her ear, not sure that's exactly where this event is heading but needing her to know it's a fucking option.

The sound of crickets mingles with her breaths as she leans in closer and reaches around for my wallet.

My cock presses against the silken fabric of her robe, and I groan with need when she pulls my wallet free and takes a step back.

My cock leaves a streak of precum on her robe, and the sight of it is enough to make my spine tingle.

"Caitlyn," I moan again when she pulls the condom from the wallet before letting the leather fall to our feet.

The bug noise surrounding us comes to a halt when she crinkles the wrapper of the condom as she tries to open the thing.

"Let me," I say, holding my hand out for her to place it there rather than pulling it from her fingers.

Her eyes meet mine as if she's fully aware of how cautious I am about obeying her rule.

I don't know how this is going to work without me touching her, but I can follow her rule as long as I can keep my wits about me right now.

I rip into the package, letting the torn corner fall to her porch along with the full wrapper once I have it free. I roll the thing down my cock, all the while watching her.

"Open your robe," I plead as I finish.

She tugs at the tie around her waist, letting the silky fabric fall open.

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