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I moaned and lifted my hips to meet his shallow thrusts.  He made that sound again, and I felt how hard and hot he was now, I felt his heart inside my body and I loved it.  I loved every second of his smothering weight and his sounds of need and the feel of his huge hands holding me under him.  I loved how huge his cock was and how it filled me up and insisted I stretch and give to its girth and length.  I loved how his heat, melted my body to conform to his. 
    His hands tightened another notch and I knew.  I bit and I cried and I braced myself and he did it.  He thrust himself in a grunting, violent moment and he fully entered my body.  My scream of agony was muffled by his shoulder in my mouth and then I began crying and trying to get away from him.  I was crazy for a few agonized moments as the intense, searing pain shot throughout my body.  He held me fast and stalled there, buried inside me.  His balls vibrated against my butt and his heart ratcheted up deep inside my belly.  He was in me, inside me as far as he could go.
    I finally stopped struggling and gave to him.  It still hurt and I continued to cry and whimper, but I wasn’t fighting him anymore and that feeling as if he’s stuck as hot branding iron inside my core, slowly diminished until I just felt raw and wounded.  He stayed inside me and he remainedhard.  He slid himself in and out in languid, shallow strokes until I once again began to think I might like sex and this penetration thing. 
    As soon as I showed him I was okay, and getting back into him being inside my body, he pulled out.  His retreat was slow and methodical and I felt as if I’d lost him, I moaned in displeasure and reached for him.  He palmed himself and pinned his still hard cock between our bodies and then he laid back down, pinning me and kissing my neck.
    He whispered, “You are so brave, so strong.  You are now mine.”

CHAPTER FIFTHTEEN
     
    We laid like that for an eternity and he slowly deflated and rolled partially off of me.  I lazily blinked at him and leaned in to kiss his lips.  “Thank you.  I can’t imagine a better first time.”
    He stroked my cheek and his eyes said it all, and I knew I’d pleased him.  I gave him a languid blink and then I yawned.  “You will now rest.  When you wake, I will make love to you properly.”
    “Is it late? Am I staying the night?”
    “You are staying until Monday morning. I’ve decided you are mine to enjoy for the remainder of the weekend.”
    I thought about it, and then I decided I didn’t really need to go anywhere other than be at work on Monday morning.  “Okay.” I moved my legs and realized I was quite sticky.  “Um, Omar, did I bleed a lot? I think I might have.”
    “Yes my dear, it’s fine..”
    I scowled, “Should I wash up?”
    “No, you will now sleep and recover.  I will moisten a towel and clean you. Anna, I am the luckiest man on the planet.”
    I batted my lashes and didn’t know what to say.  He did as he said, and came back to me with a warm damp towel and carefully cleaned the insides of my sticky thighs.  The warmth of the towel and the way he fondled up through my sex, gave me more aftershocks of pleasure, and I twitched and giggled as my stomach muscles rippled in abandon.
    “You my dear are truly a goddess of passion and desire.”
    I looked at him as he walked back to the bathroom and admired his muscled back and perfect round ass cheeks.  I waited for him to return so I could see his front.  He stalled half way between the bathroom and the bed when he saw I was looking at him, and his hand went between his legs and fondled his now limp, although still impressive manhood.  I saw my dried blood in the hairs at his groin, and I saw his joy and pride in just his eyes and demeanor.
    His body was beautiful and hardened.  The plains of his pectorals cast seductive shadows that forced my eyes lower and down the terrain of his rippling abs.  Then there were those tight,