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  “They don’t cover much, do they?” Stavros remarked, looking up at her with half-lidded eyes.

  “I…no, I guess they don’t.” She shifted uncomfortably and the white triangle pulled even lower, revealing the hot pink bud of her clit, peaking from between her swollen pussy lips.

  “I guess this answers the question about your pussy getting wet,” Stavros murmured.

  “It does?” Charlie felt her cheeks go hot with embarrassment.

  “Just look.” He traced the outline of her panties again, letting his fingers linger casually at the top. She could feel his fingertips just barely brushing her spread slit and her exposed clit for a moment before he slid one long finger down the center of the white lace triangle, along her open pussy lips. “Look,” he murmured again. “This little garment is soaked with your juices. Your pussy is so wet that if it was made of the same material as the night dress you were wearing last night, it might start squeezing you, as it did in your dream.”

  As if on cue, the panties she had found in the cabinet, actually did begin to shrink and squeeze—just as they had in her dream.

  “Oh!” Charlie reached for the little white strings which were cutting into her hips. The white triangle was growing smaller and smaller, shrinking from the side of a silver dollar, to a quarter, to a penny in a few heartbeats.

  “Gods!” Stavros looked at her uncertainly. “Are they actually…”

  “Yes, yes they are!” Charlie squeaked, tugging uselessly at the shrinking, squeezing fabric. “Please, Stav…you have to—”

  But he was already doing it. Sliding to his knees before her, he took care of the panties with two quick bites of his razor sharp fangs. As they fluttered to the floor, he looked up at her, his face filled with concern.

  “Are you all right?”

  “I am now.” She exhaled in a shaky rush. “Thank you—that’s the second time you’ve saved me from weird shrinking clothes and that was a little too close for comfort!”

  “You’re welcome.” She expected him to get back on the couch but instead, he stayed there on his knees before her. “Charlie,” he murmured. “Tell me what comes next. In the dream.”

  “I…you…” She bit her lip, embarrassed all over again. Embarrassed but incredibly hot. “You said…” She cleared her throat. “You said you’d see…see how hot and…how wet my pussy was. And then…then you did.”

  “I didn’t ask?” He frowned slightly as he stroked lightly over the curls on her mound, tracing her pussy as he had been tracing her panties earlier. “Didn’t even ask if it was all right with you for me to touch you so intimately…to penetrate you with my fingers?” As he spoke, he gently spread her legs, widening her stance until her pussy was open for him.

  “God…” Somehow Charlie found the strength to keep standing but she didn’t know how. “No…you didn’t ask,” she whispered. “You just…said you were going to see how hot and wet I was.”

  “Well, I’m asking now.” He traced her pussy slit, letting his fingertips slide lightly over her wet petals and around her throbbing clit. Charlie bit back a moan as he looked up at her. “Charlotte,” he murmured softly. “Will you let me test your heat and see how wet your pussy is? Will you let me penetrate you with my fingers and thrust deep in your core?”

  In answer, she spread her legs a little wider.

  “Please,” she moaned breathlessly. “Please just…do it.”

  Two long, thick fingers slid slowly down between her pussy lips. Then, with a low growl of need, Stavos found her entrance and pressed deep inside her, filling her channel completely with one long, slow thrust.

  “Ahh!” Charlie’s legs seemed to be suddenly made of rubber and her spine was melted butter. She grabbed for his broad shoulders and would have fallen if he hadn’t wrapped his other arm around her waist to keep her upright.

  “Is this the way I did it in your dream, falinda?” he murmured, giving her the sweet nickname again. “Is this the way I fingerfucked your hot, wet little pussy?”

  “Y…yes,” she moaned, holding on to him for dear life. “Oh God, Stav, yes.”

  “Gods, you’re tight!” he murmured, still pumping into her. “So tight and hot and so deliciously fucking wet. And your scent…” He pressed a kiss to her inner thigh and inhaled deeply. “So sweet…I could come just breathing you in.”

  Charlie bit her lip. “I didn’t know you’d like my…”

  “Your scent? I told you, it’s delicious.” His eyes flashed with hunger. “And look at how your honey is already coating your thighs.” He thrust up again, pressing against the end of her channel until she moaned and fresh wetness came from her throbbing pussy. “Can’t wait to taste you and lap up all those sweet juices,” he growled.

  “I…you…” Suddenly Charlie felt frozen again as all her earlier tension returned. She went rigid in his arms and tried to pull away from him.

  “Charlotte?” Plainly Stavros felt the tightness in her body because he withdrew his fingers and looked up at her with concern. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

  “I just…” She took a step back from him and sat on the couch, legs crossed tightly. “I don’t know if I want to act out that part of the dream.”

  “We have to,” Stavros said patiently. “We have to act out all of it. There can be no exceptions.”

  “I know we’re supposed to…” She looked away, crossing her arms over her chest protectively. “I just…don’t want to.”

  “What’s wrong?” He sat on the couch beside her. “Look at you—your soft little body is practically tied in a knot. Why is letting me taste you more difficult than any of the other things you so willingly let me do?”

  “I…” She couldn’t meet his eyes.

  “Does it have to do with something that happened to you?” he murmured. “A bad experience?”

  Miserably, she nodded. “It was…the first guy I ever dated seriously after Missy…after she died. The first guy I ever let…well, you know.”

  “The first one who ever made love to you?” he asked.

  Charlie nodded. “Well, if you call getting on top of me and pumping a couple of times ‘making love’ then yeah, I guess so.”

  “And did he taste you as well?”

  Reluctantly, she nodded again. “Well…he started to anyway. But we were both inexperienced and he had never done that and I’d never let anyone do that and we just…”

  “What happened?” The question was so soft, so gentle she could almost believe it had come from her own mind.

  Charlie closed her eyes, trying not to remember the look of uncertainty and disgust on Clay’s face the first and last time he’d tried going down on her.

  “It didn’t…appeal to him,” she said dryly.

  Now that’s an understatement! whispered the little voice in her head. Didn’t appeal to him? Tell the truth—he made you feel like a fucking freak, Charlie.

  She tried unsuccessfully to push the memory away. It had been a terrible experience—one she had never cared to repeat with any other man.

  “Why not?” Stavros asked patiently. “How could tasting such a beautiful woman not appeal to him?”

  Charlie looked up at him uncertainly.

  “Please tell me, Charlotte,” he murmured. “I need to know in order to make this good for you. And Gods…” He looked at her earnestly. “I do want to make this good for you. I want your pleasure far more than my own.”

  The sincerity in his eyes finally convinced her to talk.

  “All right,” she whispered. “He…he didn’t like how wet I got. He said it was…disgusting and it grossed him out.” She nearly choked on the humiliating confession but she forced herself to go on. “I was…I felt…it was awful. I, uh, promised I wouldn’t put myself through that ever again. Since then I’ve been with a couple of guys who wanted to…to do that. But I always said no.”

  “Because of that first bad experience with a male who clearly didn’t know what he was doing?” Stavros growled.

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