Laura's Story: An Interracial Lesbian RomanceChapter 282 free porn video

"I'm leaving Saturday," Dee Dee said, her voice soft and a little plaintive. "For Ann Arbor. I won't be back for... who knows when. Six months, maybe. I know you're sort of... involved with Sara. But I like you, Laura. I'd like to see you one more time before I go. I promise I wouldn't let her know."

Over the phone her voice sounded almost pained to Laura, as if she were going to suffer if she didn't see her, just the thing to tug Laura's heart. Dee Dee was a very complicated person. She could be dour and serious, had little sense of humor (very peculiar for a sister, even a half-sister, of madcap Sara), was frequently hostile or bristly, then alternatively alluring in a dangerous, thrilling way that also was alien to Sara's character. Dee Dee was enormously bright and articulate, was going off to Ann Arbor for a last chance at completing her Ph.D., and was an absolute scorcher of a bed mate.

She was also very reckless with her lovely young body, ingesting drugs and alcohol in quantity, allowing herself to get pregnant often apparently by accident or carelessness, having undergone numerous abortions. Sara had explained it all to Laura, and Laura had even seen some of the former herself. Dee Dee occasionally got so drunk or overdosed on some kind of drug that she could no longer climax. And yet under all this she was so totally, touchingly vulnerable that Laura could never turn away from her, even though she had nearly caused a fatal breakup between Laura and Sara. It was this touching vulnerability that Laura heard in her voice right now.

It didn't help that Dee Dee was also quite beautiful as well as smart, and had the deeply blue black smooth-as-velvet skin that Laura somehow found especially desirable and erotic. Just seeing Dee Dee's smooth coal black skin, which Dee Dee obligingly exposed-to everyone, it seemed, not just Laura- at every opportunity, was enough to make Laura's pussy flutter excitedly.

And yet, she had almost lost Sara by fucking with Dee Dee the first time. True, after that they had been very careful. And yet, did Laura want even to risk it?

Dee Dee could sense her hesitation, even over the phone. "Look, I know what you're thinking. You can come out here, where I'm staying. I'm in this old house on Ulloa near Thirty-Seventh Avenue. The woman who rents me the room... I call her the widow Harper... she's really very nice to me. She's out of town in New Orleans for a few days. We would have the whole house to ourselves. That way you don't have to be worried that Sara might drop by in... you know, the middle of things."

This was an even more urgent consideration than before, Laura knew, since after her last, mid-week intimacy with Sara, during which they had nearly consumed each other with radiant love and beautiful sex, and which Laura had initiated by dropping in on Sara unexpectedly, there was no longer any guarantee that Sara might not return the favor at any time. It would be bad enough for her to catch Laura with Joy, but to actually come upon her in bed with Dee Dee would be the end for sure. Once bitten, twice shy. It was out of the question.

"When... did you have in mind?" Laura asked, tentatively groping her way forward, unwilling to give up the opportunity but very cautious about accepting it.

"Tonight. Or tomorrow. I told you, I'm leaving Saturday."

It was Thursday. Laura and Sara always met on Friday night after work. "It'll have to be tonight," she said, both resigned, weary from having to make such a choice, but also sexually titillated by the prospect of a few exhausting hours in bed with this fantastic woman.

Dee Dee gave her the address. "And bring some of those... things you've got," she added, almost surreptitiously. "You know, from your secret drawer. The blindfold, the handcuffs, you know."

"I know," Laura admitted. Dee Dee, in addition to being wildly attractive, also liked her sex a little rough at times, at least with Laura. "I'll bring them."

This perked Dee Dee up immediately, and she began to seem upbeat and chipper. "I can't wait. I'll see you about six-thirty?"

"Yes."

Laura surprised herself by being remarkably calm after work as she dropped by her condo to pick up the requested items. She hummed a tune, one of the sweet songs of love that Sara always inspired in her, and all the while acted as if she were actually someone else doing this. She herself was on the outside looking in as this person rummaged through her drawer and filled a small valise with the scarf they had once before used as a blindfold, both pairs of handcuffs and keys, the strap-on dildo harness and the long, ribbed dildo, as well as the Double Penetrator. As a last thought, she threw in a little nylon rope. Who could say what Demetra might want. And after all, this would be the last sex they would share for months. Might as well make it as hot as possible.

She realized that this person, not her, that she was watching had called Dee Dee by her given name, which usually had the effect of driving Dee Dee into a purple fury. She hated being called Demetra, and was quick to let Laura know it. Mmmm, you'd better not do that again, she warned Laura, her alternate self. She doesn't like to be called that. She says Sara calls her that when she's mad at her. Don't give her the opportunity to indulge all her rivalry with Sara.

Snapping the valise shut, unable to keep up the pretense any longer that someone else was doing this instead of her, she went back out to her car and realized that her hands were shaking as she gripped the steering wheel. I'm not doing anything wrong, she told herself. She's Sara's sister... but she'll be gone by Saturday, safely back in Ann Arbor. Nothing will come of this but an evening of really terrific fucking. She wants it... I want it. Why should we let anything get in the way of it?

She realized that her hands had been shaking a little more out of sexual anticipation than any guilt or potential remorse she felt about betraying Sara. Sure, she wouldn't like Sara to find out about it, but there appeared to be little chance of that. And Dee Dee had made it clear that she was looking forward to some wild sex. Laura could feel her pulse racing as she looked for a parking space on Ulloa Street, which was about as hard to find as ever.

Dee Dee met her at the door, wearing tight-fitting white pants and a Yankees tee-shirt. Her hair fell in long red-gold-brown ringlets around her cheeks. She was breathtaking. Laura's breath caught in her throat. It was hard to believe that this ravishing young girl had lived through the low-life debauchery, drugs, pregnancies, abortions, everything Sara had described. She looked fresh, bright, clean, healthy, friendly, and shockingly sexy. It was also hard to believe that she was only a few credits and a dissertation defense away from her doctorate.

"How's the Ph.D. candidate?" Laura asked, looking her up and down. "You look good enough to eat."

"Hope so," Dee Dee flirted, letting her in and double-locking the door behind her. "And I'm not a candidate yet. They only let me in on a probationary status. I have to prove myself to them first."

"I won't even ask what that involves. Here, I also brought a bottle of wine. If you're good, you can have some." She winked.

Dee Dee lowered her eyelashes and gave Laura a sultry grin. "I thought you said I was always good. I've never had any complaints. Ruta is always begging me to come back over to Berkeley and give her another little taste of the sweet African pussy."

"Ruta? Is she that Czech professor?"

Dee Dee nodded coyly.

She knew how roiled and flustered Laura became at the thought of Dee Dee in the arms of another lesbian lover. For some reason, Laura didn't worry about how many guys hammered this lovely creature, as long as they didn't give her some communicable disease, but she wanted to be the sole beacon of incandescent lesbian sex for Dee Dee, the one who gave her life-altering orgasms, the one she could not live without. This was really a very dangerous attitude, she knew, for several reasons. One, it didn't make any sense to be jealous of the odious Ruta, whom Dee Dee seemed mostly to use just to fan Laura's competitive lusts anyway. Two, it wasn't wise to be feeling so proprietary about the body of a girl who was the sister, and an ungovernable sister at that, of the love of your life.

Laura made her face to express her extreme distaste for the subject of Ruta.

Dee Dee gave her a very coquettish smile and sidled up closer. "Don't be jealous, Laura. She isn't half as good as you. Even a quarter as good. She isn't gorgeous, either. She kind of looks like a troll from the Black Forest." She ran a fingertip across Laura's lips, her dark eyes pulsing. "Anyway, I haven't seen her since I last saw you. I've been such a good girl. No drinking. No drugs. No screwing. Just studying and working and being such a disgusting good girl. Tonight I want to be bad."

"If she looks like a troll, why do you let her fuck you?" Laura asked.

Dee Dee pulled back a little and raised her eyebrow, as if this were a bizarre question that needed no answer. "Haven't you ever gone to bed with somebody who was really ugly?"

Laura shook her head. It was true; she hadn't, male or female.

Dee Dee's arched eyebrow slowly fell. "One, sometimes they are the wildest you will ever find. Hot doesn't describe it. Maybe it's all that pent-up need. They just explode all over you. Two, there's something really arousing about giving your body to them. Something elemental. Like this troll fucking me is a force of nature. She's slobbering all over my flesh and ramming her fingers into me, and sucking me... and god, I'm am suddenly coming so hard. All because she-or he, [she said, pointedly]-is this grotesque, voracious animal of a lust-consumed beast, just taking me, just... devouring me."

Laura realized she was getting very aroused listening to Dee Dee's little narrative. Being this close to her and smelling the fresh, healthy, sexual odor of her young body didn't help. And of course, as always, Dee Dee's incredibly smooth very black skin beckoned her lips, her fingertips, her eyes, which roamed hungrily all over Dee Dee's face and neck as she was speaking.

"I can... devour you too," she half-whispered, half-croaked.

Dee Dee smiled. "You look like you're getting ready to do it right now."

"Do you have any objections?"

Dee Dee shook her head. "Why do you think I asked you over here instead of Ruta?" She came closer, propping both wrists on Laura's shoulders, her face so close now that Laura could feel her warm breath. "Fucking with somebody gorgeous can be terrific too," she whispered. "Especially if it's you."

"You're so kind," Laura breathed, letting her mouth come closer to Dee Dee's until they were suddenly kissing.

She remembered how they had fucked several times in a very athletic and sometimes kinky way before ever really kissing seriously like this, a long, deep, emotional kiss. Only during their last time together had they begun to feel true affection for each other, and of course Laura had always been a little shy of it because Dee Dee was Sara's sister. Dee Dee, being vulnerable underneath all her curt, brash mannerisms, was not inclined to let anyone very close, especially Laura, who was in love with her sister.

But now they took their time. They had all evening, and for once they were not filled with a hot urgency to get naked and start groaning. Instead, they kissed very much the way Laura and Sara kissed, slowly, searchingly, with deep intimacy and feeling. Laura recalled how last time Dee Dee had said nobody had ever kissed her this way since she was seventeen. This was so touching that Laura wanted to remind her of it too, but not by mentioning it, only by kissing her that way.

"I love to kiss you," she whispered against Dee Dee's sensual lips, sliding her tongue between them, probing Dee Dee's open mouth with it.

She realized that both of them were feeling more emotional than ever too since Dee Dee was going away. They would not see each other for a long time. True, Laura was in love with Sara, but there was now something special, something new, between her and Dee Dee too, something more than just sex; though, if you had to weigh it, sex was certainly more with Dee Dee than with Sara, and love with Sara more than Dee Dee. Laura could not resist a fantasy she frequently had when making love serially to two different women: god, think what it would be like to be in bed with both of them at once!

"I can tell you do," Dee Dee whispered back, "because you're not just diving for my black pussy like everybody else. I like the way you kiss me."

Laura kissed her smooth black neck and her ear, and the little hard bone behind her ear. "I'm going for it too, in a minute," she panted softly. "I want you to know that."

Dee Dee twisted her head and got her own lips on Laura's neck. "You're making it pretty wet by what you're doing," she murmured, kissing down under Laura's collar.

Laura shivered and let forth a delighted, husky giggle. "God... you're getting me so excited."

Dee Dee smiled and purred, kissing her way back up Laura's neck to her cheek, to her mouth. "Does it make you want to lick me, like you said before? Does it make you want to lick my shoulder? My skin? My arm? Here... lick my arm."

She held up one deeply black and smooth arm to Laura's lips. Laura ran a fingertip along the firm, supple flesh, leaning forward slightly and brushing it with her lips, feeling the fires in her pussy flare.

"Your skin is so black... so beautiful," she said softly, kissing it everywhere, up toward Dee Dee's sleeve. "Take this off," she plucked the white Yankees tee-shirt, "so I can kiss all of you and lick you everywhere."

Dee Dee smiled mysteriously. She leaned down and picked up the small valise from the spot where Laura had dropped it. Laura had not noticed her small breasts swaying under the tee-shirt until now, partially because of the blue 'Yankees' logo which spread across them, partially because she had been so taken by other parts of Dee Dee's splendid body and freshly interesting personality that she had not focused on them. But now, as Dee Dee bent down briefly, she could see them dipping out slightly, see the soft bumps of Dee Dee's nipples moving under the fabric, and it electrified her.

I want her so much! she realized. I keep trying to ignore it. But I want her. I want her bad.

"Aren't we getting ahead of ourselves?" Dee Dee asked her, an amused expression forming around her desirable mouth. "Don't you have some little surprises in here for me?"

"Kinkomania," Laura winked at her. "You're a nasty little thing, aren't you."

"I saw you looking at my tits. Takes one to know one."

Laura shook her head playfully. "Oh no. I was only wanting to kiss and lick them. Nothing kinky. You're the one who wants that."

"You bet I do," Dee Dee said, with a sudden hard glance down at the valise. "I told you, tonight I'm going to be bad."

Laura reached out with one hand and drew her close again. "No... we're going to be good. We're going to be so good together. All the time you're back in Ann Arbor, you're going to be remembering how good it was last time with Laura."

Now she ran her hands up under the Yankees tee-shirt for the first time, feeling Dee Dee's warm, incredibly smooth and taut skin against her palms and fingertips, touching only her shapely back but exploring every inch of it. They kissed again, with Dee Dee still holding the valise, but this time it was a hungrier kiss, wet, urgent, stabbing, teeth-clinking. They were both panting softly when they came apart.

Dee Dee took Laura's hand and pulled her toward the back of the house. "We're going to use the Widow Harper's bedroom," she said, pulling Laura down the hallway. "She lets me sleep in her daughter's room. Her daughter's in the Foreign Service, in Japan. The bed's only a single, though."

They went into the largest bedroom, which indeed looked like an older woman's bedroom. There was a queen-size bed with a mahogany headboard, matching dual bedside tables, a matching bureau and dressing table, heavy rose draperies with sheers between them, ornate garish lamps with pretentious filigreed designs on them. The bedspread matched the draperies and had roses all over it. Everything was very neat and in its special place. There was no sign of dust, and the surfaces of the wood gleamed from furniture wax. On the wall were pictures of, presumably, the deceased Mr. Harper and the successful daughter in her cap-and-gown.

"Don't you feel a little guilty? Doing something like this in her bed when she's been so nice to you?" Laura asked.

Dee Dee opened the valise and shook out everything Laura had brought with her onto the bedspread. "Something like what?" she grinned at Laura. Her eyes darted to the coils of nylon rope. "Rope? You gon' tie me up, Miss Laura?"

She was close enough to Laura, half-facing the bed, that it was fairly easy for Laura to lean over and pull the back of her tee-shirt up, exposing all the smooth, coal-black, delicious skin under it. She bent down and kissed it feverishly.

"You ever tie Sara up?"

This remark landed in the bedroom like a hand grenade. Laura froze, her head still filled with the wonderful erotic odors of Dee Dee's flesh, which she had been nuzzling. Dee Dee also stiffened a little, clearly knowing that this was a remark she could have resisted making. She had given in and made it anyway.

Slowly, Laura stood up straight. She placed both hands on Dee Dee's shoulders and turned Dee Dee around to face her, aware that the tee-shirt was falling back into place as she did this, covering up that paradise of a long, sinuous, sleek back like no other. She looked directly into Dee Dee's dark, flashing eyes.

"I never did," she said evenly. "Why do you ask?"

"Because you do a lot of things with me that you won't do with her, that's why. Either I'm some kind of skanky slut that you can take out your perverted fantasies on, or she's some kind of divine goddess who can't be fucked in the ass with a dildo. Which is it?"

I guess maybe it's a little of both, darling, Laura thought, but did not say it. She realized that Dee Dee's feelings, as usual, were so on edge that an unwise remark of her own here might just destroy their anticipated evening together in one crushing blow.

"I believe you were the one who asked me to bring these," she said softly, trying to calm her down. "I'm very sorry you brought her up. She has nothing to do with us."

Dee Dee's eyes watered, and she looked away. Laura couldn't tell what she was feeling, whether it was remorse at having mentioned her sister, or pain at realizing that she could never share what Laura felt for Sara. Dee Dee sniffled and rubbed her nose. She looked back at Laura.

"You're right. I'm sorry I brought her up."

"Me too. Come here and kiss me."

Dee Dee obliged, now softer and more yielding, trying to make it up to Laura. "I can be as good as she is," she murmured while they were kissing. "I can be better."

She had gone down this path before with Laura, who tried not to betray her exasperation. "Demetra, forget about her, okay? How can we enjoy each other if she's lurking in this room? It's like she was watching us. It's like you wish she was watching us."

Dee Dee sniffled again, sucking back some uncomfortable tears, and smiled. "She should be watching us. She might learn something." She leaned across to the bedspread and picked up the coil of nylon rope. "Come on, now, and show me how you're going to tie me up. And if you call me Demetra again, I might be tying you up instead." Her eyes flickered with sharp scorn.

"I happen to think Demetra is a beautiful name."

"Well, I don't. Here." Dee Dee tossed her the rope.

Laura immediately threw it across the room toward the door, where it landed on the floor. "I wouldn't do that now if you begged me."

Dee Dee seemed momentarily at a loss for words. She sat on the edge of the bed. "Have you done it before? I guess you have, since you already have the rope. How do you do it? I'm kind of curious. Do you hogtie... somebody? Like me?"

Laura looked at her without responding. Then she shook her head. "I've never done that."

"I saw this picture once on the Internet of a girl who had her boobs tied up. Did you ever do that?" She slowly pulled up the white Yankees tee-shirt, the crisp white cotton so stunning against the fine dark sheen of her deeply black skin, letting Laura's eyes greedily take in her smooth black stomach and the soft cambers of her ribcage, pulling it on up over her lovely small breasts, exposing them to Laura. "But mine are so small. Do you think you could do it with mine?"

Laura swallowed and said nothing.

"Does it hurt?" Dee Dee asked.

Laura shook her head. "Not if you do it right. It doesn't really hurt. It just feels a little uncomfortable... for a while. And kind of... arousing, too."

Dee Dee's eyes locked with hers. She wasn't about to let Laura squirm out of this, regardless of the faux pas she herself had made seconds earlier. Without another word, she pulled the tee-shirt completely over her head and tossed it aside. Then she stood up and crossed the room, stooping down to retrieve the rope. She returned to Laura with it.

"I'm ready." She held out the rope to Laura. "Tie them up before you put the handcuffs on me."

Dee Dee, now naked from the waist up, was breathtaking. She treated the exposure of her half-naked body nonchalantly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to be this gorgeous. From any disinterested point of view, she was far more intrinsically, physically beautiful than her sister Sara. Her small, upswept naked breasts were enchanting, her nipples soft and gleaming and as black as tar, a shade darker than the surrounding skin, which was already as black as midnight. (Sara was not as black as Dee Dee by any stretch, and though her dark, large, beautiful nipples seemed to shift in different lights from black to umber and back, Dee Dee's were totally and unchangeably jet black.) Laura could not take her eyes off them.

"You don't want me to tie up anything as beautiful as these," she whispered, finding her throat tight, dropping the rope to the floor between them and stretching out her arms, filling her palms with Dee Dee's perfect, springy little globes.

Dee Dee looked down at Laura's hands on her breasts. Still holding the coils of rope in one hand, she caressed Laura's fingers with the other. "You really think they're beautiful?"

Laura nodded, brushing Dee Dee's soft black nipples with her thumbs. "Why don't we make love?" she said suddenly, as if struck by this fresh idea. "We'll do the other stuff later. I want to make love to you."

Dee Dee made a querulous, nasty face. "Laura... you know you don't 'love' me. You 'love' Sara. Don't be such a hypocrite. I want you to do everything with me that you won't do with her."

She brushed Laura's hands away and looped a coil of the rope loosely around one exquisite black breast, loosely and clumsily trying to catch the small globe, then succeeding, pulling the rope tighter.

"Is this how you do it?"

Laura looked at the coil of rope around Dee Dee's enchanting naked breast and shook her head. "I'm not doing this. I'm not."

She turned as if to leave the room, but Dee Dee reached out with one hand and caught her shoulder. "Why not?" she half-whined. "Laura... please."

Laura turned to face her, unable to suppress a grin. "I told you not even if you begged me."

Dee Dee grew flirtatious. She dropped one hand to her amazing taut black midriff and ran her fingertips over it. "If you do, I'll let you rub your pussy here until you come. You like to do that, I know."

Laura nodded and gulped. She loved to do it. The mere thought of it sent hot shivers up and down her body and made her wet pussy throb excitedly. She could feel her clit tingling and swelling.

The loose coil that Dee Dee had managed to loop around her small, perfect breast had fallen away again. She held out the rope to Laura, her eyes beckoning, promising, daring Laura.

"I... stopped doing that," Laura said, feeling her mouth go very dry.

"Then why did you bring this?" Dee Dee asked plausibly, shaking the rope, which made her delectable little breasts shimmy slightly, a sight that made Laura's knees weaken.

Laura was speechless, caught in her own contradictions. "I don't know," she said, very softly.

"Let me guess," Dee Dee smirked, approaching her again, dangling the rope seductively from her fingers. "You knew I wouldn't ignore it. You knew I'd see it... and ask you. Everything."

"I think maybe it was just an accident," Laura extemporized. "I just scooped everything up into the bag."

"You are such a liar," Dee Dee smiled.

Their eyes held each other's for several moments before Laura stepped forward, slowly stretched out her hand and, with seeming reluctance, took the rope. A self-satisfied grin tugged at the corners of Dee Dee's mouth. She watched with fascination as Laura carefully looped three coils around one of her naked breasts, then did the same thing with the other one. The white nylon cord against Dee Dee's sleek, deeply black skin was stark and erotic.

"Aren't you going to make them tighter?"

Laura looked up at her, feeling, as she knew Dee Dee was now feeling too, a serious elevation of sexual desire, as if they had untapped a bottle of dangerous lust toxins and were breathing it in whether they wanted to or not. "You don't want it to hurt, do you?"

"I don't care if it hurts a little," Dee Dee said, her breath coming more quickly now. "You're right, it's kind of exciting."

"I never said that."

Dee Dee glowered at her. "Make it tighter."

"I don't want to mark your body. You have a beautiful body. I don't want to mark your skin. I love your smooth black skin."

"Nobody's going to see it but you and me." Dee Dee's breath was coming noticeably more quickly now. "I want it. It's rad. It makes me juicy and hot."

Dee Dee's dark eyes were daring her. Laura's hands were shaking. She took a deep breath and tried to get a hold on herself.

"You're heart's not in this, Laura," Dee Dee teased. "Come on, tie me up and fuck me. I know you want to." She glowered into Laura's eyes. "You never do this to Sara. Do it to me."

"I'll thank you to leave her out of it," Laura almost hissed, pulling the coils around one of Dee Dee's exquisite breasts tighter.

"Hhhhh!" Dee Dee gasped, her eyes suddenly watering. "Maybe that's a little too tight."

"Oh, now it's too tight," Laura said, petulantly.

But before she loosened it, she couldn't help taking in the way Dee Dee's small, perfect breast swelled tautly and her coal-black nipple flared and gleamed. Dee Dee looked down at it too, fascinated. Then Laura loosened the coils.

Dee Dee bit her lower lip. "That's better," she said in a meeker, more submissive voice.

Laura smiled and bent forward to kiss her shiny black forehead, unable to suppress the impulse. "You sure you want to go on with this?"

Dee Dee nodded. "Suck it," she panted, more aroused than ever now. "Suck it a little before you do the other one."

"Oh Dee Dee," Laura panted too. "If we do that, we may never get any farther."

"Yes we will." Dee Dee's black eyes were on fire. "I'll stop you if you... go too far."

"Let me do the other one first."

Reluctantly, Dee Dee nodded, eyes swirling with sexual fires. "Then suck them... before you do anything else."

Laura, her hands still shaking a little, though now not from nerves but from fierce and growing sexual arousal, carefully imprisoned Dee Dee's other breast with rope coils the same way, making the pressure just enough so that Dee Dee could feel it, just enough to make her breast swell and the black nipple thicken, protrude, and gleam, but not so much that the sensation was cut off.

Next she crisscrossed the strands of rope between Dee Dee's entrapped and bulging breasts, looped them around her neck and tied them there.

"Oh shit, I'm already afraid I'm going to come," Dee Dee half-whimpered, her body quivering and almost squirming in mid-air. "Here, let me lie down. Handcuff me to the bed before you suck them."

"Will you come if I suck them?"

The expression in Dee Dee's eyes was frantic and urgent. "I don't know, I might. I never have before, but I might."

"Some people do, you know. Maybe we better wait."

"Why, you don't want to suck them?" Dee Dee keened with amazing and fraudulent coyness.

"You know I do. I could swallow them."

"Do it now, then."

"Don't you think we better take off your landlady's bedspread first? All these fluffy sweet roses and stuff? We don't want to get them all wet and sopping. What do you think?"

Dee Dee frowned. "Laura, you have a way of ruining the spontaneity of everything with your damned fucking scruples."

Laura pursed her lips. "Just move to the side a little here while I... pull it off. It won't hurt you. Anyway, your body looks absolutely gorgeous against these white sheets. God, I want to eat you alive."