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caress as a rush of pleasure traversed her body. A moan escaped her and he smiled. Reaching around her back, he released her bra clasp,
    “Is this okay?” Jim whispered.
    She nodded. “Yes…please don’t stop.” He removed the bra and let it fall to the floor over his shoulder. After admiring and caressing her for a few seconds more he leaned toward her body and took her pink bud into his mouth.  Flick gasped as her eyes rolled back and she grabbed at his hair, desire coursing through every fibre of her being. She released another husky moan and his mouth played there a little longer. His hand, however, slid down…down…down, tracing the outline of her waist and her hip…to the front of her panties. He gently stroked her over the fabric and she opened her thighs for him. His breath caught in his throat and he moved to kiss her stomach. Slowly, he slid his hand inside her panties. As he continued with the feather light kisses, his fingers found her dampness. He let out what sounded like a low appreciative growl as he explored her there, his thumb circling her sensitive place.
    She writhed beneath him, her breathing became irregular, and she felt an amazing tension building inside her as his fingers moved. “Oh, Jim! Oh, Jim, don’t stop.” She clung to him as if he were her lifeline. Her eyes were clenched shut, her head thrown back, and her inhibitions set free. Suddenly, she cried out as searing pleasure ripped through her body like an electric current. She felt as though she were soaring above the earth and having an out of body experience simultaneously. It was better than any orgasm she had given herself (and there hadn’t been that many). He moved so that their eyes were locked again.
    “Are you okay?” he asked again, concern playing on his face as he watched her come back down to earth.
    “Please stop worrying. I’m better than okay.” She kissed him gently. “And Jim? Please do that to me again.”
    With a wide, handsome smile and needing no other encouragement, he leaned to grab his jeans, fumbled around until he found his wallet and removed a little foil packet.
    He sat up to look down at her as she lay beside him. “I wasn’t planning this, you have to know. But I bought a pack just in case. I wasn’t going to pressure you…please believe that—”
    She placed her hands over his lips. “Jim…you don’t need to say anymore…just put it on…please?” He did as she asked, and his eyes remained on her as she slipped the white lace panties down her legs. He swallowed hard.
    Flick watched as his Adam’s apple moved in his throat. She glanced down to look at him in all his masculine glory. She had nothing to compare him to, but in her humble and inexperienced opinion he looked big and pretty damn fine. But now she was scared—scared she would make a fool of herself or that it would hurt. But she was in no doubt that she wanted this, wanted him. He manoeuvred so that he was kneeling between her thighs and bent to kiss her stomach, stroking his fingers down her body until he was touching her again. Her back arched involuntarily and she closed her eyes, moaning and sighing with pleasure.
    “Are you sure about this, Flick, sweetheart? There’s no pressure, I don’t want to rush you—” His voice was soft, almost a whisper.
    “Jim, please, I’m fine. Just take it steady okay? I’m a little scared.” She gave a nervous laugh.
     
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    Looking down at her as she lay beneath him, he felt he had never witnessed a more beautiful sight. Her smooth skin lay before him, only for him. An overwhelming array of emotions flooded his body: love, lust, pride, admiration. She was perfect. She was his . He gently lay on top of her first, and they kissed and caressed each other. Eventually, when he had plucked up the necessary courage, he guided himself inside her, relishing the feeling, as he worshipped her breast with his mouth.
    “Ahhh!” she yelped and he froze.
    He panicked. “Oh my