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Authors: Cathy McAllister
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she wanted a man to really find her beautiful and desirable. As his hands stroked her inner thighs a shudder went through her body and any thought of shame was forgotten. Holding her breath, she waited for him to touch her where her yearning was burning the most. She looked down at him, her eyes half-open. He looked at her with such desire that the tips of her nipples pinched together painfully and yet more hot liquid flowed between her legs. She saw his nose quiver slightly and he closed his eyes, groaning. Could he smell it? She blushed again. She was embarrassed. She wanted to back away from him but his hands held her there.
“Trust me, Cherry,” he begged her huskily. “I will never hurt you. I only want to make love to you.”
“I … It’s not …” she began and closed her eyes in embarrassment before she had the courage to carry on speaking. “It’s not that I’m afraid of you. It’s just … I’m embarrassed.”
“There’s nothing for you to be embarrassed about, Cherry. You’re beautiful and your scent is driving me crazy.”
Cherry so wanted to believe him. She wanted to trust him, but she could not bring herself to open her eyes and look at him. The embarrassment was too great. So she kept her eyes tightly shut as he began to carefully touch her. At first she tensed as he gently caressed her, then her body began to take on a mind of its own and she raised herself slightly to meet his searching fingers. Quiet utterances of passion slipped through her half-open lips. As she realised that it was no longer his fingers that were caressing her, but his tongue, she wanted to pull away from him again, but she was overpowered by sensations more exquisite than she had ever before experienced and she melted like wax under his hot onslaught. Her whole body shook uncontrollably as if in a fever as the orgasm flooded over her like a mighty wave driving her to dizzy heights. She heard herself cry out loud and she heard his quiet, loving words, in a language unknown to her. Then he was over her and she could feel his pounding desire upon her femininity. Her hands reached out for his chest and slid over the smooth skin upon his hard muscles. It felt so good.
“Look at me,” he begged her huskily, and she did so.
She opened her eyes and met his gaze. His eyes were dark with desire, his expression full of concentration as he slowly slipped inside her. She did not take her eyes off his dark gaze as she felt him filling her more and more. Then he pulled back slowly and came back to her again, deeper this time. With each thrust he slid a little deeper inside her, giving her time to get used to him. All fear disappeared and she responded by urging him on. Tears filled her eyes as the sensations became so overwhelming, more intense than she would ever have imagined possible.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked, and, full of concern, he stopped moving.
“No,” she whispered, sobbing, and she pulled him closer to her. “Don’t stop. Please make love to me!”
He kissed her and began to move again. As the sensations drove her higher he moved his hand between their bodies and massaged her most sensitive point, taking her over the edge of the cliff until their cries of ecstasy resounded together through the room. For a long time afterwards he held her in his arms. For the first time ever she felt completely relaxed in the presence of a man. In the pleasant warmth of his embrace she at last fell asleep.
***
The next two days were the most beautiful of Cherry’s life. Merlon made love to her in every conceivable way and for a while she forgot about everything. The only thing that mattered was this wonderful man: his athletic body; his husky, seductive voice; his masculine, bewitching scent and his arousing love-play. She felt beautiful, desired and even a little risqué. But then she became aware of how deep her feelings for him had become in that short time. Merlon desired her, she was in no doubt about that, but he
“Trust me, Cherry,” he begged her huskily. “I will never hurt you. I only want to make love to you.”
“I … It’s not …” she began and closed her eyes in embarrassment before she had the courage to carry on speaking. “It’s not that I’m afraid of you. It’s just … I’m embarrassed.”
“There’s nothing for you to be embarrassed about, Cherry. You’re beautiful and your scent is driving me crazy.”
Cherry so wanted to believe him. She wanted to trust him, but she could not bring herself to open her eyes and look at him. The embarrassment was too great. So she kept her eyes tightly shut as he began to carefully touch her. At first she tensed as he gently caressed her, then her body began to take on a mind of its own and she raised herself slightly to meet his searching fingers. Quiet utterances of passion slipped through her half-open lips. As she realised that it was no longer his fingers that were caressing her, but his tongue, she wanted to pull away from him again, but she was overpowered by sensations more exquisite than she had ever before experienced and she melted like wax under his hot onslaught. Her whole body shook uncontrollably as if in a fever as the orgasm flooded over her like a mighty wave driving her to dizzy heights. She heard herself cry out loud and she heard his quiet, loving words, in a language unknown to her. Then he was over her and she could feel his pounding desire upon her femininity. Her hands reached out for his chest and slid over the smooth skin upon his hard muscles. It felt so good.
“Look at me,” he begged her huskily, and she did so.
She opened her eyes and met his gaze. His eyes were dark with desire, his expression full of concentration as he slowly slipped inside her. She did not take her eyes off his dark gaze as she felt him filling her more and more. Then he pulled back slowly and came back to her again, deeper this time. With each thrust he slid a little deeper inside her, giving her time to get used to him. All fear disappeared and she responded by urging him on. Tears filled her eyes as the sensations became so overwhelming, more intense than she would ever have imagined possible.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked, and, full of concern, he stopped moving.
“No,” she whispered, sobbing, and she pulled him closer to her. “Don’t stop. Please make love to me!”
He kissed her and began to move again. As the sensations drove her higher he moved his hand between their bodies and massaged her most sensitive point, taking her over the edge of the cliff until their cries of ecstasy resounded together through the room. For a long time afterwards he held her in his arms. For the first time ever she felt completely relaxed in the presence of a man. In the pleasant warmth of his embrace she at last fell asleep.
***
The next two days were the most beautiful of Cherry’s life. Merlon made love to her in every conceivable way and for a while she forgot about everything. The only thing that mattered was this wonderful man: his athletic body; his husky, seductive voice; his masculine, bewitching scent and his arousing love-play. She felt beautiful, desired and even a little risqué. But then she became aware of how deep her feelings for him had become in that short time. Merlon desired her, she was in no doubt about that, but he
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