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church music."
Kerry smiled. "That's a very demonic concept. Does it work the other way around?"
This time it was Cavanaugh's turn to be puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"Can you take church music and make it demonic?"
He laughed softly. "I believe that was called rock and roll," he replied slyly. "But to answer your question, yes, it can work that way as well."
"And when will that happen?" Kerry queried.
"You will see," he answered. "In time."
With that, Cavanaugh slid over toward her, slowly, making Kerry think of the serpent, so that she almost giggled. Instead, though, she drank him in with her eyes, luxuriating at the sight of him. He extended his hand and she took it, knowing what was coming next. Kerry followed him into the bedroom, wanting him, squeezing his hand softly.
He walked her to the bed and laid her down gently. "Now it's time," he whispered. "For you to become like me."
She lay back, yearning for him, wanting him more than she had ever wanted anything in her life. But he made her wait, telling her to take off her clothes, slowly, while he watched. A few days ago Kerry would have fallen apart in embarrassment at such a request, but now it seemed like the most natural thing in the world, and she removed her dress, watching his eyes following her. She looked for neither approval or disapproval, merely gauging the impression she was making on him.
When she was almost naked, Cavanaugh came and sat on the bed next to her. He reached over and stroked her leg, and Kerry felt his touch, electric, as his hand came over her knee and up her thigh. In her mind she begged him to keep going, but halfway up her thigh Cavanaugh stopped and began to unbutton his shirt, shifting slightly on the bed so that Kerry could watch.
She devoured his body with her eyes as he peeled his shirt off, enjoying the sleek muscularity of him, wanting him to remove more. Once again, though, he stopped, this time turning his attention to her when he had finished undressing, leaning down and extending his mouth, using his lips to trace the path he had just covered, over her knee and up her thigh.
It seemed to take forever for him to make that journey, and he continued in the same manner for what seemed like forever, exploring every inch of her with his mouth and tongue. Kerry shifted several times to help him, moaning every time she moved, but he tempered her reactions, making it clear that he was in charge of this.
As he continued Kerry began to understand why he wanted it this way, that this was how he wanted them to come to know each other.
After the exploration Cavanaugh came on top of her, propped up on his elbows and knees, hovering, not quite touching her. She was unafraid of him now, having known his body and felt his mouth all over her, and she waited, smiling, longing, comfortable with whatever he was about to do to her. She hadn't told him that she was a virgin yet, but she knew now that it didn't matter, that he was simply destined to be her first.
He entered her slowly, and Kerry gasped, but only slightly, sliding her hips forward to meet him. Cavanaugh kissed her, and she took his tongue deep in her mouth, hoping she could excite him and get him to slide further inside. The tactic worked, and suddenly they were moving together, slowly, rocking as if they were together in a boat on the ocean, as if they had done this forever.
As he penetrated her, Kerry waited for the pain, having heard this was part of it, her first time with a man, if that was indeed what Cavanaugh was in any way. She braced for it, and Cavanaugh pushed her down, as if reading her thoughts, until finally Kerry relaxed, and every muscle in her body seemed to go liquid.
He pushed in, deeper, then deeper still, and Kerry felt nothing but pure pleasure as she took him in, wanting more of him, never wanting this to end. She locked her legs around him and pushed up, letting him know that she was ready for more, all of him, including the animal
Kerry smiled. "That's a very demonic concept. Does it work the other way around?"
This time it was Cavanaugh's turn to be puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"Can you take church music and make it demonic?"
He laughed softly. "I believe that was called rock and roll," he replied slyly. "But to answer your question, yes, it can work that way as well."
"And when will that happen?" Kerry queried.
"You will see," he answered. "In time."
With that, Cavanaugh slid over toward her, slowly, making Kerry think of the serpent, so that she almost giggled. Instead, though, she drank him in with her eyes, luxuriating at the sight of him. He extended his hand and she took it, knowing what was coming next. Kerry followed him into the bedroom, wanting him, squeezing his hand softly.
He walked her to the bed and laid her down gently. "Now it's time," he whispered. "For you to become like me."
She lay back, yearning for him, wanting him more than she had ever wanted anything in her life. But he made her wait, telling her to take off her clothes, slowly, while he watched. A few days ago Kerry would have fallen apart in embarrassment at such a request, but now it seemed like the most natural thing in the world, and she removed her dress, watching his eyes following her. She looked for neither approval or disapproval, merely gauging the impression she was making on him.
When she was almost naked, Cavanaugh came and sat on the bed next to her. He reached over and stroked her leg, and Kerry felt his touch, electric, as his hand came over her knee and up her thigh. In her mind she begged him to keep going, but halfway up her thigh Cavanaugh stopped and began to unbutton his shirt, shifting slightly on the bed so that Kerry could watch.
She devoured his body with her eyes as he peeled his shirt off, enjoying the sleek muscularity of him, wanting him to remove more. Once again, though, he stopped, this time turning his attention to her when he had finished undressing, leaning down and extending his mouth, using his lips to trace the path he had just covered, over her knee and up her thigh.
It seemed to take forever for him to make that journey, and he continued in the same manner for what seemed like forever, exploring every inch of her with his mouth and tongue. Kerry shifted several times to help him, moaning every time she moved, but he tempered her reactions, making it clear that he was in charge of this.
As he continued Kerry began to understand why he wanted it this way, that this was how he wanted them to come to know each other.
After the exploration Cavanaugh came on top of her, propped up on his elbows and knees, hovering, not quite touching her. She was unafraid of him now, having known his body and felt his mouth all over her, and she waited, smiling, longing, comfortable with whatever he was about to do to her. She hadn't told him that she was a virgin yet, but she knew now that it didn't matter, that he was simply destined to be her first.
He entered her slowly, and Kerry gasped, but only slightly, sliding her hips forward to meet him. Cavanaugh kissed her, and she took his tongue deep in her mouth, hoping she could excite him and get him to slide further inside. The tactic worked, and suddenly they were moving together, slowly, rocking as if they were together in a boat on the ocean, as if they had done this forever.
As he penetrated her, Kerry waited for the pain, having heard this was part of it, her first time with a man, if that was indeed what Cavanaugh was in any way. She braced for it, and Cavanaugh pushed her down, as if reading her thoughts, until finally Kerry relaxed, and every muscle in her body seemed to go liquid.
He pushed in, deeper, then deeper still, and Kerry felt nothing but pure pleasure as she took him in, wanting more of him, never wanting this to end. She locked her legs around him and pushed up, letting him know that she was ready for more, all of him, including the animal
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