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all before his inner body opened naturally, expanding to answer his pressing need.
    There was no fantasy as rich as those passionate moments, as exquisite as the feel of real flesh. His hands were on my behind driving himself mercilessly into my cunt. I loved the wildness, the roughness of his thrusts. I wanted them faster and faster, and I screamed for his throbbing cock to come in me. “Yes, yes do it!” I heard myself cry out. I moaned as the glorious pleasure in my body mounted fast, peaking, reaching and finally bursting forth just as he was coming in a final savage thrust.
    I sank down, out of breath and exhausted, and though Will collapsed onto me, he quickly rolled off coming to rest beside me as the sensations of orgasm slowly dwindled away. He kissed me tenderly, with an affection I wanted as much as I did the sex. And yet, my body was still so aroused that each kiss threatened to send me back into the fury from which we had just come. Each touch raised a new wave of excitement. My body was alive, needy, not as calm I would have thought. I wanted more. I pressed my mouth to his, not wanting any of this to end. I wanted to cling to him forever.
    “What? Are these tears?”
    I hadn’t realized I was crying. “I don’t know, I guess it was just so, so…amazing.”
    He kissed me again and lightly touched my face. “You’re amazing,” he said.
    There were no words to describe the feeling of relief I felt realizing that I had finally overcome my fears and discovered the kind of pleasure I’d always dreamt about.
    “You were a virgin,” he said, seeing the spilt blood on the sheets.
    “You’re surprised?”
    “A little. Yes.”
    “Well, it was only by minimum standards.”
    “I should think so, I don’t see how you could make love so well with so little practice.”
    “Just my raunchy mind, I guessed.” I grinned.
    “Well, I’d like to gaze into your raunchy mind and see what’s there.” He started tickling me until I couldn’t control myself.
    “Stop!” I yelled, then I fell back into his arms, laughing.
    “So tell me about all these naughty things you think about.”
    It didn’t take but a second for the panic to rise in me again. “No, I’m not ready to do that, not yet. Please don’t spoil this night.”
    His eyes gazed into mine as if he were seeing deep inside me. “Okay, you’re off the hook for now. But I want to know, and you are going to tell me.” He was perfectly serious and I knew he’d ask again, but at least the conversation could wait for another time. We lay together in the beautiful light – how romantic, the stars and moon were shining bright, as if giving me their blessing. I couldn’t imagine things being any more perfect than it was at that moment. So comfortable, so close, so complete…so not alone.
    “You made love to Jane, didn’t you?” he suddenly asked. It had been quiet for a long while and the question took me by surprise.
    I instantly tensed. I don’t know why I was surprised that he’d figured that out; he seemed to have an uncanny knowingness about so many things.
    “Yes, I did,” I finally admitted.
    “It doesn’t change anything between us. I want you to understand that.” It was exactly what I needed to hear. That night, our first night, we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Chapter Eight
    Every minute I spent with Will was heaven, every moment without him was hell. That first night of sex had opened a torrent of unmet needs. The dam had burst and I was ravenous. I couldn’t get enough of the sexy kisses, chiseled body and relentless cock. I loved every inch of his body, every word he spoke, every smile and smirk, every evil-eyed stare. He made me afraid and ecstatic and sexually bold, and cared for me with a gentleness that often left me breathless. He didn’t allow me to whine or hesitate or put him off, whether in the bedroom or out. He wanted every bit of me, body, mind and soul. Of course, there were things I hid away in secret,