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The ride back from the club had been slow torture for Heath. Knowing MJ was sitting next to him, somnolent with champagne, pretty legs crossed at her tidy ankles, pretty hands lying in her lap as she looked out the window, pretty breasts moving up and down as she took her gentle breaths.

Heath couldn't stop looking at her.
He could smell her, too, the fragrance of her curly hair, even the scent coming from her skin, moist from the dancing she'd done, was making his head spin. He couldn't remember ever having been affected in this way by a girl before.
He was probably breathing funny, too, because she turned her huge brown eyes to look at him a couple of times to ask if he was okay.
He must have said something reassuring, because she nodded and turned to look out the window at Vienna's beautiful architecture once more.
"Oh, Heath, look!" she cried, reaching for his hand without turning from the window to show him a particularly striking fountain. He leaned next to her see what had excited her. It was a mural, vivid even in the nighttime lighting, the colors gorgeous.
"Isn't it amazing?" she breathed.
The fragrances and textures of her were doubly distracting at this proximity. He could see the velvety smoothness of her skin, the fine hairs on the nape of her neck making him ache to kiss her there. The swells of her breasts, the way they curved into the front of her lovely dress, were so distracting he felt like he couldn't take deep enough breaths, like there wasn't enough air in the car.
How, how could she ever believe she wasn't beautiful?
"Heath? What do you think?" MJ turned guileless brown eyes to his, blinking as she questioned him, the curve of her lashes making his heart just ache.
"Hm? What, darling? Sorry, I was wool-gathering, I'm afraid," he said with a smile.
She smiled back, tiny dimple popping in the corner of her mouth.
"I asked if we were going to have time to drive around the city tomorrow during the day, even for an hour, before we had to leave?" MJ repeated patiently, shaking her head at him a little, as if to make fun of him.
"Oh, I don't know, I guess it depends when they get started loading up the buses," he said vaguely, distracted by the sight of her back, of how her waist curved to her rich, round hips on the seat, of how, because of the way she was sitting, he could see the twin halves of her delectable bottom on the seat as she shifted for a better view out the window.
Just as he was thinking he was going to have to slide his arm around her waist, that he couldn't help it, they arrived back at the hotel. He grabbed her hand and they ran, laughing, to the elevator.
He stared at MJ when she didn't get off on her floor, but kept riding with him up to his.
"What are you doing? You're going to the wrong floor," he said.
Instead of answering, she leaned in and kissed him, putting one hand on his chest to balance herself.
"No, I'm going to the right floor," she responded when she broke the kiss, stepping out of her shoes and picking them up.
The elevator doors slid open and she walked out without waiting for him.
"Come on, I'd hate to start without you," she called with a sexy laugh.
Heath swallowed and sprinted out of the elevator.
Once inside the door he grabbed her and kissed her, bending her head back with the force of it. She felt wonderful in his arms, pliant and warm, with an abundance of flesh and curves everywhere.
"Oh god, MJ, I've wanted to do this for so long--" he kissed and nipped at her tender exposed flesh all the way up her front, from the bodice of her dress to her neckline. "Are you sure--I mean--are you sure you want this?"
"Yes, mm hmm," MJ murmured, nodding her head as she leaned against the door to Heath's suite. "Do what you want, do anything you want, okay? I love you, I trust you."
Heath ran one of his hands up under her dress, feeling her smooth thigh all the way until it started to curve into her bottom.
"Oh my god, you aren't wearing any knickers," Heath moaned. "Jesus, I'm so glad I didn't know that earlier, I would've had a massive coronary--"
MJ laughed, the most wonderful sound, while reaching behind herself to work the zip. She slid it down in one smooth motion, and Heath lowered the slim shoulder straps. MJ shimmied her hips, letting the dress fall down around her ankles so she could step out of it.
"Oh my god," Heath breathed as he got his first look at MJ without any clothes on. "Oh glory, MJ, you've got to be the most beautiful thing in the world right now."
MJ looked like one of those sculptures they'd just driven by in the warm, Viennese night. Her skin was as white as the whitest marble, without grain or flaw, the only spots of color her lips and nipples, which were pale pink, and her pubic hair, which was a shade darker than the hair on her head.
Unlike women Heath had known in the past, everything about MJ was round. Her shoulders were round, her hips were round, her bottom was round, her breasts were large and round, she was just lush and curvy everywhere, and he didn't know what to touch first.
He led her to the bed and laid her down on it, quickly peeling his own clothes off and lying down next to her.
He leaned in and kissed her, pulling her close, and the feeling of their bodies touching, with nothing between them, just skin on skin, set his mind reeling.
"Oh god, MJ, this is the most amazing feeling--" he could feel her breasts, their warmth, their heat, pressing on him, and her thighs as they wrapped around his hips left her opening, wet and hot, pressing against his erection, and the feeling was making him feel like he was losing consciousness.
She rubbed herself up and down against him.
"So you want to fuck right away, or do you want me to give you head first?" she asked, in between kissing him.
He reached out and squeezed one of her amazing breasts, leaning down to suck on it after. His answer to this very important question was fast ceasing to matter, as he could feel his orgasm roaring over him, the pounding in his groin, the pounding in his ears, just from MJ rubbing on him, dear god--

Heath sat up abruptly in bed. He was drenched in sweat. He felt under the sheets.

Hmm. This hadn't happened in a while.

Damned good one, though.

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The ride back from the club had been slow torture for MJ. Heath was sitting so close to her. She could smell his aftershave, and it was making her crazy. And it wasn't just the aftershave. Obviously, MJ had been around men wearing aftershave before, in the diner, at school, on the bus, wherever.
No, this was something about the way the aftershave mixed with the scent of Heath, something specific to him. It was coming out of his pores.
And he kept shifting as he looked out the window, moving his lean hips around.
Very sexy.
MJ had zero experience with men. Heath was the first person she'd ever kissed. He was the first person she could ever remember wanting to kiss.
And now, he was the first person she wanted to fuck.
With every breath he took, she could see his chest moving, she could see his nipples against the fabric of his shirt.
Was it normal to notice a man's nipples? she wondered.
He looked over at MJ, and licked his lips, and it was the sexiest thing she'd ever seen. He reached over and grasped her hand, pulling her over to his lap the way he had in England, only this time she didn't protest. She spread her legs over his thighs, and she saw his gaze linger down there, but it didn't bother her at all.
It made her feel powerful.
He saw what she had, because she wasn't wearing any underwear (thank god her father couldn't see her), and he licked his lips. His eyes flickered up to hers, and she saw approval in his dark blue gaze.
He slid his large hands up her thighs as he leaned in to kiss her. He began on her chest, starting at the line between her breasts and moving slowly up her neck to her mouth.
MJ tilted her head back to give him more room and let out a moan at how good it felt. His hands were getting dangerously high, getting into territory that her imagination had never even covered before.
What would a man do with his hands once he got them there??
It seemed that they might not find out. Heath couldn't quite reach the important stuff, because MJ's dress was in the way.
"Rip it," MJ moaned into Heath's ear. "Oh god, Heath, please, just rip it--"
He obliged her, the sound of the rending cloth very satisfying in the back of the car.
"Oh god, MJ, you're so fucking beautiful," Heath moaned. "So much prettier than Meredith--" He stopped talking to suck on one of her breasts, and the sensation made MJ gasp.
At the same time he was pressing on her with his erection and his fingers, somehow using both to rub on her, to stimulate her.
Had he even taken his pants off?
MJ couldn't recall.
"You're beautiful, beautiful," Heath kept repeating.
MJ came, hard, her orgasm raising her on its crest like a wave that she rode, from beginning to end. She arched her back into his mouth and rolled her hips into his hips and his hand.
The spasms receded, slowly, as the car rolled through the night.
"MJ, you're beautiful when you come," Heath said, smiling at her.
He put his arms around her and they kissed, tongues tangling together as their bodies touched everywhere, only the thin layer of Heath's shirt and pants between them.
Amazingly, MJ could feel another orgasm coming, and she clenched her muscles, hard, on Heath's hands and his erection, which hadn't gone away.
"You're going to come again?" Heath asked with a sexy smile. "Great, you're beautiful when you come, so beautiful, come for me, MJ," he encouraged.

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MJ opened her eyes to find her nightgown was ripped, and her bedclothes were firmly clamped between her legs, which were nearly cramping from the strength with which she was gripping them.

Oh my god.

She'd masturbated before, many times, but never in her sleep. It had never been out of her control.

And she'd never had so many, so quickly.

Wow.

She didn't know if she'd be able to go back to sleep.

Or if she even wanted to try.