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despite all she believed about how a woman should react, she wanted to touch him, too. She reached over, feeling his hardness strain at the silky fabric of his shorts. It was his turn to gasp. He moved, and suddenly there was nothing at all between them. She had to know him, to know his masculinity, and so she clutched at his length, feeling herself flush as she curiously pulled and stroked and explored, as gentle and as rough as he continued to be with her. |
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His control disappeared. He lay her back upon the bed, and she felt him at the very core of her femininity, stiff and prodding and so very welcome. |
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And then he entered her. She drew in her breath at the initial pain, and he hesitated. |
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"Please," her voice rasped. "Do not stop." |
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His eyes, meeting hers, smoldered, then closed as he continued his erotic assault, first gentle and then intense. She found herself moving to meet his thrusts. |
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The sensual pressure building within her rose to a rapturous intensityand then, quite suddenly, when she thought she could take no more, the most exquisite sensation of relief washed over her. She cried aloud as Mike groaned, and she knew that whatever she had experienced, he had as well. |
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Both lay quietly, breathlessly on the bed. After a few moments, Mike said, "You didn't tell me you were a virgin, Abby." Regret filled his voice. |
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"Did it matter?" She prayed he would not hate her for one more fact withheld. |
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