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  Together maybe we’re both about thirty in the way we go about things, if I had to put a number on us.

  But tonight there’s only one number that counts.

  One.

  As in first. As in I really hope tonight is the night that I experience him for the first time.

  I used to think one day I’ll experience ‘it.’ But now I know there is no ‘it,’ without him.

  And now that I’ve found him I can’t wait to give him my special gift that will bond us together forever.

  CHAPTER 14

  Jacob

  The movie was good.

  Dinner was great.

  But all I can think about is dessert.

  And there’s only one thing on the menu.

  Her.

  Mia’s fast asleep and we’ve got the rest of the night to ourselves. All of the night to ourselves.

  I cleared out my entire schedule for tomorrow in case this runs as long as I expect it to.

  I know once I get started with her there’s no way I’m going to ever want to stop. Someone will have to come and pull me off her, but that will never happen.

  No way I’m letting someone else see my woman’s body and nor will I share my body with anyone else’s eyes ever.

  She is for me and I am for her. She is mine and I am hers.

  It’s a two-way street, but together it only leads in one direction.

  Deep within each other’s souls.

  And I can’t wait to bear mine for her and explore hers with everything I have.

  She moves slightly on the couch and I pull the blanket from the top of the couch and throw it over us.

  She arches her back putting her butt right in the pocket my groin has formed and now we’re spooning.

  She cuddles into me and I wrap my arms around her as I cover us with the blanket.

  My hand quickly finds her hair, my fingers moving through her dark brown locks and straightening her hair out behind her allowing me to admire it.

  But my admiration for her runs much, much deeper than just her beautiful and feminine hair.

  My thumb and index finger find her chin and I rotate her head back slightly towards me.

  She rolls a half turn on the couch and now we’re facing each other.

  I look into her eyes and her into mine for a split second before my lips come down on hers, finding that soft, feminine kiss of hers again.

  My hand slides in behind her back and I pull her body closer to mine.

  Why are there clothes still separating us?

  She exhales hard through her nose as her breathing spikes.

  My heartbeat races and my hands follow a path down her back and along that perfect curve of her lower back before grabbing her butt hard, pressing her midsection into my groin even deeper.

  I feel my erection struggling to break free of my pants which are now providing so much pressure against me that it’s incredibly painful.

  I must set it free and in the process set us free…together.

  I put my hands down on the couch beside her and as I continue devouring her lips with mine I roll off the couch, but never lose touch with her lips as my feet touch the ground.

  I scoop her up and lift her with ease. She’s as light as she is beautiful and it’s like I’m carrying a feather as I approach the marble staircase and begin the ascent to the master bedroom at the other end of the hall from mine.

  I have two identical master bedrooms, just flipped as they’re on different sides of the hall.

  I know exactly which one I’m taking her to.

  The one I don’t sleep in, ever. Tonight is the most special of nights of both of our lives and I need a room that’s been off limits...until now.

  And the one I’ve been very carefully preparing without her finding out.

  Until now.

  I put my butt into the door and thrust it open.

  I turn around and enter the room with her in my arms.

  “Oh my god!” she says.

  Her words making me swell with pride at my work, not that I considered it work for one second.

  I extremely enjoyed preparing the room.

  Who wouldn’t when they knew they would be bringing their princess here to turn her into their queen?

  CHAPTER 15

  Mina

  It’s an explosion of the senses.

  My eyes are greeted with the amber flickers of candles which are placed in just a few places allowing enough illumination but keeping the room a bit dark and mysterious at the same time.

  My nose is greeted with what is likely those same candles…they’re scented. No wait…it’s roses. My eyes scan the room and I see a trail of rose petals leading to the white sheets and a heart made of rose petals on top of the bed.

  My ears are greeted with the sound of a light waterfall in the distance. I don’t know where the music is coming from but it’s relaxing and enticing at the same time. It’s like we’re in nature here in this room, and the limited light allows that nature fantasy to persist within the mind even fuller and richer.

  My hands feel the muscles in his back and shoulders as I wrap my arms around him feeling his size and strength.

  And my lips again taste him as he leans in and kisses me deeply again after I’ve had a moment to take in the surroundings which he prepared without me ever finding out.

  “You’re goooood,” I say marveling at his creation.

  “You’re amazing,” he replies.

  “And that is what makes you so good,” I say.

  We both share a smile and then it’s right back to kissing some more. Kissing that I don’t ever want to stop and in this moment, in this room, my mind convinces me it never will.

  I feel my body moving but I don’t want to open my eyes in fear that this perfect dream might end.

  But this isn’t a dream. It’s real. And I’m reminded of that when I feel my body being laid out on the sheets.

  I open my eyes and come up on my elbows, watching him as he pulls his shirt up and over his head exposing the body I’ve been thirsting to see and oh is he a tall glass of milk.

  Oh. My. God. He is fit.

  And built, but in a natural way. The only vein I see is the one that runs through his bicep and down to his arm. But his body is rock hard, but not in that red skinned steroid kind of way.

  He looks like he stepped off the cover of Men’s Health and right into this bedroom. But actually…he looks even better than that. Much better.

  First because of his body but second because of his face. And those crystal clear eyes as blue as the ocean aren’t Photoshopped. They’re real and spectacular even in the reduced light of the candles in the room.

  But the best part of all is the look in those eyes. That’s what absolutely melts me and fills me with lust at the same time. The way he looks at me like he wants to worship my body yet devour it at the same time. Like he wants to kiss me for hours yet slide in and out of me with deep thrusts at the same time.

  The duality of it all has me not knowing whether I’m coming or going.

  But I can already tell I’m going to be coming soon enough all right. As crazy as it sounds I can already feel it building…and I’m still completely dressed!

  But not for long.

  As his hands slide into the sides of his pants and then down his thick thighs bringing his pants along with them, mine do the same.

  I’ve got my legs out of them and thrown them across the room quicker than he can step out of his.

  And after my pants come my socks for my seemingly always cold feet which for the first time in forever seem anything but cold right now.

  He watches me as I peel my shirt off with reckless abandon, now in a white bra and matching panties on his white sheets.

  “I knew you were an angel. My angel.”

  I reach around my back ready to unhook my bra.

  “Ut…uh…uh,” he says sliding onto the bed with me. “That’s my job…later.”

  My hands come up and I place
them firmly on his chest. Each of his pecs dwarfs my tiny hands. I can feel the strength and power in his muscles and try and squeeze, but there’s nothing there to squeeze. You can’t squeeze water from a stone as the saying goes, and he is certainly rock hard.

  But you could definitely squeeze the wetness out of my panties right now which I’m conveniently reminded of me when another rock hard part of him brushes the fabric of his boxer briefs across my wet white lacy panties.

  This is getting really hot, really fast.

  And only hotter when his hand slides up my back and takes my bra hooks and unfastens them in one motion causing my bra to start sliding down my arms.

  I can’t wait. This is too much. I grab the bra and fling it to the side and suddenly I feel his gigantic hands on my wrists and my arms flung back and down against the sheets.

  “What a fucking body you have,” he says as he pins my arms out wide against the sheets taking in the sight of my chest.

  “I’m not sure it’s so great,” I say.

  “You’re right. It’s not great,” he says. And before I can get angry at such an inappropriate comment he follows it up with, “because it’s way beyond great. It’s ab-so-fucking-lutely beyond belief and perfect. And all mine.”

  His hands release my wrists and the power I felt from being held down and the mental sexual stimulation his dominance gave me releases with it as his mouth comes down between my breasts as his kisses make their way down to my belly button and a bit lower before working their way up again as his hands slide along the small of my back.

  Oh my was this worth waiting a lifetime for.

  And when his hand takes one breast and his mouth takes my other I can’t help but arch my back towards his mouth and hand, nor can I hold back the moan which escapes me.

  A moan which is greeted by a guttural groan of his own as he flicks my nipple with the tip of his tongue before sucking as much of my tit as he can fit into his mouth before pulling his head back which brings a popping sound from the release of his mouth which was locked on me so tight it formed a suction proof vacuum.

  And then it’s right back on me but on my other breast as his hand that was on my breast slides up and across my collarbone, along my jawline and his finger across my lips which part for him.

  I instinctively take his finger into my mouth sucking its length. I never understood the appeal of that in the books I’d read all my life until now and now oh does it ever make sense.

  I want him inside me. My mouth. My pussy. My soul.

  And when I feel the fingers of his other hand slide underneath the fabric of my panties and bring one side down to my mid thigh I know I’m exposed for him now and we’re close.

  I’m close.

  To giving him my ultimate gift that I’ve held forever.

  My virginity.

  His finger leaves my mouth and my shoulders press into the mattress and my head springs forward as my hands grasp for his wrist begging his finger to come back so I can suck it some more.

  But he’s too strong. So strong I don’t even know if my own strength registers when compared to his. His is so off the charts and he displays it again immediately when that hand that was just in my mouth finds the other side of my panties and together his hands pull my panties lifting my middle completely off the bed as he tears them away and throws them aside like they were a disposed paper towel.

  A used paper towel that is completely soaked with wetness.

  He jerks his own underwear off and for the first time I feel the head of his cock make contact with my skin. I feel the wetness of his precome and my breaths shorten and my muscles tighten preparing for him to enter me, which right now he can’t do soon enough.

  “You’re mine, you know that,” he says.

  “Yes,” I say.

  “It wasn’t a question,” he says and kisses my mouth hard before suddenly kissing me hard in random places on my body in a staccato fashion like a pianist banging a keyboard.

  And between his deep, throaty grunts and my moans and exhales we are making our own kind of music. At least it’s a tune that will resonate for the two of us…forever.

  His kisses continue their strong and random fashion until I feel one on the inside of my thigh then the wetness of his tongue flattened out straight as he brings it straight up my folds and finds my clit which he takes in his mouth and rolls around causing my head to spin with it.

  It’s all too much and all too fast and all I can do to respond is give my all to him completely.

  And for the first time in my life I feel that wave rush through me and I know exactly what happens next.

  But finally. Oh finally. This time I get to feel it for myself and not just read or hear about it as that wave takes me and then leaves me as I come hard right on his face.

  I’ve never felt something so powerful in my entire life.

  And now all I want is to feel it again.

  But I’m not done. There’s a second kick and I feel my walls tighten and his tongue dive deep.

  What could possibly top this?

  “You’re ready for me,” he says.

  “Uh huh,” comes out in a way that makes me sound like a scared juvenile, but it’s not that at all. I’m putty in his hands. I’m reduced to my most basic and feminine self. I belong to this older more experienced man and his dominance brings out the most feminine qualities in me causing me to sound even younger than my years.

  And he sounds deeper than the note at the bottom of that imaginary piano that we’re still making our first concerto on.

  And he’s hitting every note right.

  His lips come up and meet mine and I feel his cock twitch against the inside of the lowest part of my thigh and my ass flexes sending my hips forward as my body tries to will him inside me.

  I feel his hands wrap around me from behind and his hands come from the back of my shoulders and around just before he pulls me off the sheets and our bodies touch horizontally, all my skin on his and all his skin on mine.

  Then I feel the head of his cock pulsing against my opening and time stands still.

  “This is it. There’s no going back and no way I ever want to. It’s you and me together forever now. You understand me?”

  I nod.

  “You understand?”

  “Yes,” I say softly.

  “You’re mine and I’m yours forever. You sure you’re ready for that?”

  “I’m ready,” I say learning from the first time that nods aren’t going to cut it.

  “I’ve been waiting my whole life for this moment, for you, and now it’s here and I can’t wait any longer. I won’t wait any longer. Now is the time.”

  “I’ve been waiting my whole life too. Take me now,” I say louder than before and with that I feel the head of his cock enter me and the two of us become one.

  He’s big and thick and way more than I can handle but I have complete trust in him and he honors my trust by only going in a little before I feel his hips rock back as he pulls back to my opening, never quit pulling out of me…always keeping that connection…that togetherness…that oneness.

  “You okay?”

  “I’m okay! More. I want more.”

  I feel his thickness open me again and my eyes roll back in my head and although we’ve just started all I can think about is him filling me with his seed. Giving me a child of my own. Giving us a child of our own.

  He moves in and out of me and I can feel the head of his cock going forward and back but I can also feel the twitching of his cock moving side to side, opening me more and more in combination with his girth.

  He’s too big for me, but I don’t care. All I feel is ecstasy, no pain whatsoever.

  And when I thought his tongue was the ultimate, only to be replace by him entering me as the new ultimate he shows me the next level…takes me there.

  The tip of his dick finds my G-spot and I hear him moan as he realizes he’s found my spot.

  The sensation. His moan. All of this.


  It’s too much at once.

  The wave forms again and just as I’m ready to ride it it’s met with a wave coming from the other direction and the two waves crash into one another throwing their energy in every direction as we climax in unison.