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The afternoon sun, glinting off the rim of Pauls shades, reminded me that the time of year was perfect. The days, though still cool, were getting warmer and the scent of fresh spring air clung to Pauls body as he stepped across my threshold. Wrapping my arms around him, I buried my nose against his chest, breathing his scent. Fresh air. Leather. Exhaust. And the male musk that was uniquely my lover. With a sudden urgency, I needed to taste his skin. I began trailing my hands over his chest, slipping under his heavy leather jacket into the intimate warmth created by his body. I felt Paul bury his nose in my hair, nuzzling me, murmuring something about the day having been a long one. Wrapping my arms around his torso, I felt him draw me closer, pressing me against the hard length of his body. Tipping my head back, I told him I was happy he was off-duty and safe for another day. Looking up into Pauls eyes, I watched their stormy intensity scanning my face. He cupped my jaw in the palm of his hand and traced my cheek bone with his forefinger while his thumb outlined my mouth. My lips opened under his gentle touch and my tongue lightly touched the pad of his thumb before my teeth grazed his skin. Emitting a low, masculine gay muscle org response, Pauls lips gay muscle org brushed mine, less a kiss than an enticement gay muscle org. His mouth caressed mine gently before his tongue touched my lower lip, tracing it, testing its shape and resilience. Unable to resist the teasing slowness of his seduction, my tongue reached gay muscle org longingly to touch his. We tasted each other fully, tenderly, exploring each other as our tongues entwined, dancing in earnest desire for so much more.

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