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for her last week and his constant hectoring about her taking a misstep.
What if she did that now? Made a fatal mistake. What if she did something to ruin the night?
Flint saw the hesitation in her eyes.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered into her ears. “You are beautiful, you are all a man could ever ask for. Relax and let me lead you through the night.”
She felt herself relax into him. This was Flint. She could trust him. She had trusted her very life to this man. He wouldn’t allow her to make a mistake.
His fingers trailed down the front of her night shirt, slowly unbuttoning a button, then moving on to the next.
He gently pushed her shirt off and let it fall to the floor, joining the robe, then stepped back to look at her. Laila felt her entire body grow warm with embarrassment. The man stared at her, his eyes traveling over her breasts to the curve of her waist, and then to her sex.
He slowly licked his lips, and then looked into her eyes.
“You are perfect,” he said. “As perfect as a mid-winter sunrise over the mountains.”
She couldn’t stop herself from smiling back at him.
“Now you, I want to see you,” she said, as she stepped forward and began to quickly remove his clothes.
Their fingers and hands became tangled as they both fought to get him as naked as she was.
At last, his thumbs slipped into the waist band of his pants and pushed them down.
Laila gasped. The man was huge. A flutter of fear traveled through her. It was impossible. How could she ever take him?
She couldn’t take her eyes away from him. His manhood was fully erect. Throbbing, demanding. Pure male. Everything about it was fascinating. So different, so beautiful.
Without thought, she felt herself drawn to it. This burning need inside demanding that she touch it.
Stepping forward she reached for him, then hesitated, looking up. She silently asked if it was permitted.
He smiled back down at her. “Tonight, my dear, I am yours. Whatever you want.”
She smiled back, then returned to staring down at him. Slowly, she took him in her hand, unable to wrap her fingers all the way around him.
He felt of velvety steel. Strong, pulsing with life.
Slowly, she slid her hand back and forth over him.
“Oh, Laila,” he moaned. The sound of his voice sent a feeling of happiness to her heart. She was doing it right.
Suddenly, he bent and picked her up once again, only to lay her on his big bed. He stood over her, looking down at her for a moment. Savoring the beauty of her.
She let her eyes travel over him. Admiring every cut muscle, every hard bend, and sharp edge. The man was like a chiseled statue, perfection.
No, she reminded herself. He is a man, a warm, breathing, needy man. And for tonight, he was hers.
She reached out for him. He was too far away, she needed him with her.
He lay down next to her. The bed dipping with his giant size, rolling her into him. He laughed and pulled her tight. His lips kissing her neck, then her shoulders, slowly working their way down to her breasts.
Taking a nipple into his mouth, he began to suck and squeeze her breasts. Her world expanding a thousand times. Oh my, this new sensation went directly to her inner thighs. To the very core of her being.
He continued to suck on her breast. She held his head in place. Silently demanding that he continue.
As he tasted and took. His hand slowly traveled down her stomach to her mound. She felt herself growing with anticipation. A strong need building inside of her.
“Please,” she said. “Touch me, I need you to touch me.”
She could feel him smiling as he continued to suck at her breast. His hand hesitated for a moment then gently began to slip into her folds.
“Yes. Oh, yes,” she moaned as she arched into his hand.
Something inside of her let go, and she felt herself grow wet for him. A quick, embarrassment passed through her, but she quickly forgot about it as his finger slowly entered her body.
Never, oh my, never had she
What if she did that now? Made a fatal mistake. What if she did something to ruin the night?
Flint saw the hesitation in her eyes.
“Don’t worry,” he whispered into her ears. “You are beautiful, you are all a man could ever ask for. Relax and let me lead you through the night.”
She felt herself relax into him. This was Flint. She could trust him. She had trusted her very life to this man. He wouldn’t allow her to make a mistake.
His fingers trailed down the front of her night shirt, slowly unbuttoning a button, then moving on to the next.
He gently pushed her shirt off and let it fall to the floor, joining the robe, then stepped back to look at her. Laila felt her entire body grow warm with embarrassment. The man stared at her, his eyes traveling over her breasts to the curve of her waist, and then to her sex.
He slowly licked his lips, and then looked into her eyes.
“You are perfect,” he said. “As perfect as a mid-winter sunrise over the mountains.”
She couldn’t stop herself from smiling back at him.
“Now you, I want to see you,” she said, as she stepped forward and began to quickly remove his clothes.
Their fingers and hands became tangled as they both fought to get him as naked as she was.
At last, his thumbs slipped into the waist band of his pants and pushed them down.
Laila gasped. The man was huge. A flutter of fear traveled through her. It was impossible. How could she ever take him?
She couldn’t take her eyes away from him. His manhood was fully erect. Throbbing, demanding. Pure male. Everything about it was fascinating. So different, so beautiful.
Without thought, she felt herself drawn to it. This burning need inside demanding that she touch it.
Stepping forward she reached for him, then hesitated, looking up. She silently asked if it was permitted.
He smiled back down at her. “Tonight, my dear, I am yours. Whatever you want.”
She smiled back, then returned to staring down at him. Slowly, she took him in her hand, unable to wrap her fingers all the way around him.
He felt of velvety steel. Strong, pulsing with life.
Slowly, she slid her hand back and forth over him.
“Oh, Laila,” he moaned. The sound of his voice sent a feeling of happiness to her heart. She was doing it right.
Suddenly, he bent and picked her up once again, only to lay her on his big bed. He stood over her, looking down at her for a moment. Savoring the beauty of her.
She let her eyes travel over him. Admiring every cut muscle, every hard bend, and sharp edge. The man was like a chiseled statue, perfection.
No, she reminded herself. He is a man, a warm, breathing, needy man. And for tonight, he was hers.
She reached out for him. He was too far away, she needed him with her.
He lay down next to her. The bed dipping with his giant size, rolling her into him. He laughed and pulled her tight. His lips kissing her neck, then her shoulders, slowly working their way down to her breasts.
Taking a nipple into his mouth, he began to suck and squeeze her breasts. Her world expanding a thousand times. Oh my, this new sensation went directly to her inner thighs. To the very core of her being.
He continued to suck on her breast. She held his head in place. Silently demanding that he continue.
As he tasted and took. His hand slowly traveled down her stomach to her mound. She felt herself growing with anticipation. A strong need building inside of her.
“Please,” she said. “Touch me, I need you to touch me.”
She could feel him smiling as he continued to suck at her breast. His hand hesitated for a moment then gently began to slip into her folds.
“Yes. Oh, yes,” she moaned as she arched into his hand.
Something inside of her let go, and she felt herself grow wet for him. A quick, embarrassment passed through her, but she quickly forgot about it as his finger slowly entered her body.
Never, oh my, never had she
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