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When she seemed to start dancing he gave her a confused look. Robert did not dance. Probably hadn't since he was a kid. But then she leaned in like that and he was putty in her hands. He nodded at her suggestion to just follow her, and he allowed her to do just that - take the lead.
He kissed her back, his head clearing a little now that they were out of the crowd, and then took a deeb breath. He gazed into her eyes, the weight of his crazy feelings for this extraordinary woman was all settling on his chest. It was almost enough to make him panic, but he looked into her eyes and the lust and need he felt clouded out everything else. Her fingers were at his buckle, and then she was on her knees and he moaned, loudly, fuck the party.
"Oh, fuck, Em," the rhythm was perfection and he knew he wasn't going to last long, but also that he'd then immediately want to bend over a fucking bench out there and pay back her kindness. This feeling was not going to go away when he came, he knew it. But oh, fuck, the feeling of her warm, wet mouth taking him so magnificently. His hands came to her air, tangling up in the silky blond, moving with her bobbing and sucking. He put just the lightest bit of pressure on her head, seeing how far down her throat she could take him, knowing that they wouldn't cross each others boundaries. "Em," he choked out, his eyes rolling back in his head, his head hitting the tree that was the only thing holding him up. His knees shook with restraint.