where I’d love to feel them
in the next few minutes. It doesn’t take but another moment for the red flags
to start waving between the two of us yelling “warning, warning, warning.”
Suddenly, he stops sucking my mouth, and lets me come up for
a breath of air. I realize that I’m desperately clutching him and panting.
“God, Rachel, this isn’t good,” he puffs, out of breath. I
can’t help but notice the erection looming in his sweat pants.
“What’s not good?” I ask innocently, looking at him like I
don’t know what is going on.
“I told you that I wouldn’t take advantage of you, but all I
want to do is strip that robe off and devour you here and now. It’s too soon.”
He stands up and runs his fingers through his hair, and then
turns back and looks at me. I know it’s too soon. If we start this trip down
sex lane, there’s no turning back. We’ve been together what, three times? Of
course, what does that matter to me? In three months, I could be his wife—if I
had my way. Besides, I’m easy, and I know it.
“You want to do this?” I can see in his eyes that he wants
to. Of course he does, he’s a man . I hesitate. He looks at me. My body
is wet and aching as I imagine every muscle underneath that damn, tight tee
shirt he’s got on. Indiscreetly, I wonder how big the joy stick is in his
pants.
Then it hits me. “I… I…” Words are escaping my brain. I look
at him square in the eye and blurt out my confession. “Ian, I haven’t had
sexual relations with a man for over five years. I’m so starved for affection
and touch that I don’t know if I can say no to your offer.” I don’t want him to
think I’m a slut, but it’s the truth—I’m ravenous inside.
He stands there staring at me. I know he’s contemplating the
cost. Make the decision for me! I scream in my heart. I’ll do whatever
you say. Just tell me.
“It’s been a while for me too, Rachel.”
“If I say yes, you won’t think less of me, will you?” Fear
fills my eyes.
“God, no,” he says, flashing me an adoring look of desire.
Next I know, he grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet. I
don’t even have time to think about anything else, because I’m climbing the
stairs to his loft. I’m suddenly lost in raw manhood and female desire. The
robe is gone before I know it, his hands are all over me, and his tongue is in
my mouth.
“I’m not on any birth control,” I urgently tell him.
“That’s okay, I’m prepared.”
He starts in on me again, and all I can do is moan like a
fool over the feeling of being touched again. I want to cry. I want to laugh. I
want to faint. Every emotion courses through my body as he relentlessly feels
my flesh. My breasts are captivated by his touch, and my mouth is filled with
his sweet taste.
I’m so overwhelmed that I keep my eyes tightly shut. A few
moments pass, and I realize he’s stripping off his clothes. I hear the rustle
of a condom packet, and then he’s back at it, exploring my body.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers into my ear.
He unhooks my bra, shimmies down my panties, and then pulls
me against his naked and warm flesh. My knees buckle beneath me, and he holds
me upright.
“No woman should go without tenderness and touch for that
long, Rachel,” he says, as he gently lays me upon the bed.
He touches me quickly with his fingers and discovers I’m wet
and waiting. I’m lost in craving, and my mind flows to dark places. The door to
my imagination is flung open, and then I’m consumed with visions of Ian.
He’s so hungry, that he quickly parts my legs and slowly
slips his penis inside of me. I gasp at being stretched by a man when I’ve been
closed and unwanted for so long. It’s overpowering, and I start to whimper.
“Rachel,” he says, stopping. “Am I hurting you?”
I shake my head. “It feels wonderful.”
He begins his slow progression of love making. It’s sweet,
too sweet. Inside my mind I beg him, Ian, hurt me. I want you
in the next few minutes. It doesn’t take but another moment for the red flags
to start waving between the two of us yelling “warning, warning, warning.”
Suddenly, he stops sucking my mouth, and lets me come up for
a breath of air. I realize that I’m desperately clutching him and panting.
“God, Rachel, this isn’t good,” he puffs, out of breath. I
can’t help but notice the erection looming in his sweat pants.
“What’s not good?” I ask innocently, looking at him like I
don’t know what is going on.
“I told you that I wouldn’t take advantage of you, but all I
want to do is strip that robe off and devour you here and now. It’s too soon.”
He stands up and runs his fingers through his hair, and then
turns back and looks at me. I know it’s too soon. If we start this trip down
sex lane, there’s no turning back. We’ve been together what, three times? Of
course, what does that matter to me? In three months, I could be his wife—if I
had my way. Besides, I’m easy, and I know it.
“You want to do this?” I can see in his eyes that he wants
to. Of course he does, he’s a man . I hesitate. He looks at me. My body
is wet and aching as I imagine every muscle underneath that damn, tight tee
shirt he’s got on. Indiscreetly, I wonder how big the joy stick is in his
pants.
Then it hits me. “I… I…” Words are escaping my brain. I look
at him square in the eye and blurt out my confession. “Ian, I haven’t had
sexual relations with a man for over five years. I’m so starved for affection
and touch that I don’t know if I can say no to your offer.” I don’t want him to
think I’m a slut, but it’s the truth—I’m ravenous inside.
He stands there staring at me. I know he’s contemplating the
cost. Make the decision for me! I scream in my heart. I’ll do whatever
you say. Just tell me.
“It’s been a while for me too, Rachel.”
“If I say yes, you won’t think less of me, will you?” Fear
fills my eyes.
“God, no,” he says, flashing me an adoring look of desire.
Next I know, he grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet. I
don’t even have time to think about anything else, because I’m climbing the
stairs to his loft. I’m suddenly lost in raw manhood and female desire. The
robe is gone before I know it, his hands are all over me, and his tongue is in
my mouth.
“I’m not on any birth control,” I urgently tell him.
“That’s okay, I’m prepared.”
He starts in on me again, and all I can do is moan like a
fool over the feeling of being touched again. I want to cry. I want to laugh. I
want to faint. Every emotion courses through my body as he relentlessly feels
my flesh. My breasts are captivated by his touch, and my mouth is filled with
his sweet taste.
I’m so overwhelmed that I keep my eyes tightly shut. A few
moments pass, and I realize he’s stripping off his clothes. I hear the rustle
of a condom packet, and then he’s back at it, exploring my body.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers into my ear.
He unhooks my bra, shimmies down my panties, and then pulls
me against his naked and warm flesh. My knees buckle beneath me, and he holds
me upright.
“No woman should go without tenderness and touch for that
long, Rachel,” he says, as he gently lays me upon the bed.
He touches me quickly with his fingers and discovers I’m wet
and waiting. I’m lost in craving, and my mind flows to dark places. The door to
my imagination is flung open, and then I’m consumed with visions of Ian.
He’s so hungry, that he quickly parts my legs and slowly
slips his penis inside of me. I gasp at being stretched by a man when I’ve been
closed and unwanted for so long. It’s overpowering, and I start to whimper.
“Rachel,” he says, stopping. “Am I hurting you?”
I shake my head. “It feels wonderful.”
He begins his slow progression of love making. It’s sweet,
too sweet. Inside my mind I beg him, Ian, hurt me. I want you
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