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  He nibbled her lower lip with teeth that promised just a hint of pain. Then he eased the slight sting away with a gentle stroke of his tongue. She moaned, opening her mouth beneath his and kissing him back.

  She felt shy and uncertain at first but Slade's mouth led hers in an intimate dance that soon gave way to the need for more than just mouths and tongues and the teasing nibble of teeth on lips and tongues.

  She clung to him barely recognizing the mewling begging sounds that came from her. She desperately wanted his hands on her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples as they had when they had stopped at the restaurant.

  The more needy she became the more obstinate Slade seemed. He possessed her mouth, urging it open for the bold exploration of his tongue.

  She clung to him, opening her mouth at his urging, moaning against his insurgence, as she tried to communicate her need for his hands on her breasts.

  Her desire loosened her inhibitions and she snaked her hand timidly down Slade's chest, to his belly and lower so that she could stroke her palm tentatively along the length of his erection that strained against his jeans.

  She felt rather than heard his sharply indrawn breath as she touched him. She drew her hand back as if she'd been stung. She wondered if she'd been too forward. “Don't get shy now,” he whispered throatily. “It feels good. You just surprised me."

  He moved his hips, pressing his jeans covered hardness against her palm. She cupped him with her hand, stroking from the base of his cock to the tip and back down again. She enjoyed the tremors she felt work through his hard member as she continued to stroke him through the worn denim of his jeans. She delighted in drawing strangled sounds of pleasure from him.

  Slade slid his hand beneath the hem of her sweater. She jerked at the unexpected touch of his palm against the soft flesh of her tummy. She looked up feeling shy and small as she met the intensity of his gaze. His gaze touched her, stroking her as surely and as intimately as the calloused hand that slid over the soft skin of her belly sending a flurry of excitement deep into her core.

  Unable to pull away from the depth of his gaze she stared up at him. She arched against his touch, only barely conscious of the wanting sounds that came from her.

  Unable to be still beneath the onslaught of deepening sensation she arched toward him longing for his gentle calloused hands to move upward to claim her breasts. She continued to stroke him through his jeans. She varied her touches, experimenting to see what drew the most response.

  She could feel his passion growing, it was evident in the way his mouth plundered hers and in the way he rocked his hips thrusting his hard cock against her palm with greater and greater urgency. His movements were fast, and she could sense the tension within him, growing, spiraling, hot, tight and a little dangerous.

  He trailed his hand over the soft flesh of her belly again except now the touch was gentle almost a tickle. She arched against his palm, her body on fire and wanting more.

  She whimpered and moaned clinging to him, as he caressed his way up her rib cage. He circled her breasts, first one and then the other with his finger. His mouth absorbed the gasp that shook her as he circled her nipple, teasing her with the promise of the exquisite pleasure he dangled just outside her reach.

  He palmed her breasts, lifting them, teasing the nipples with his palms. He circled the flats of his hands over the hard beads. She was lost in the sensation, wanting more of his touch, wanting the divine combination of pleasure and pain he'd given her before.

  She was so lost in the passion he'd ignited that she didn't even think to protest when he urged her up, pulling off her sweater and unsnapping her bra. “I want to watch your nipples harden when I touch them,” he groaned into her hair as he pressed her back against the bed.

  When her hand would have slid back down his belly to the hard bulge in his jeans he captured both her hands in one of his and pinned them over her head. She stared up at him feeling confused. Hadn't he liked the way she'd touched him?

  "This time is just for you. I want to make it good for you.” He peered down into her face, his expression a mingling of intensity and gentleness that stole her breath. “You'll get your chance to take care of me in a little while,” he whispered as he bent to nibble at her lips.

  He dragged his thumbnail over the hardened tip of her nipple. She gasped at the sharpness of the unfamiliar sensation and moaned from somewhere deep in her chest.

  It was pleasure and something sharper, not quite pain. It was like a thousand miniature lights that exploded in her mind's eye carrying her deeper into the storm of passion. She shuddered, arching upward for more but gasped when Slade drew his thumbnail across her other nipple.

  He smiled indulgently as he gazed down into her face. Slowly, his gaze never drifting from her he reached out tweaking first one nipple and then the other as he drew deep gasps of pleasure from her. Dipping his head he sucked her left nipple into his mouth, holding it in the gentle grip of his teeth as he licked it loosening a tide of sensation that started in her breasts and ended in a tight coil between her legs. “You like that don't you sweetheart?” he asked doing it again to the other breast.

  "Y-y-yes,” she moaned, arching her breasts upward, hungry for his touch.

  "Beautiful.” He breathed the word reverently as he dipped his head spreading slow kisses from the closed waistband of her jeans, across her tummy. His warm breath curled over her skin as his kisses returned to the soft skin just above the snap of her jeans. He licked her there, nibbling, teasing, making her want.

  Her stomach tightened, the hollow core between her legs feeling molten as she arched toward Slade's mouth, loving the light touch of his mouth as he alternately tongued and nibbled her belly.

  "I'm going to release your hands. Keep them where they are,” he said.

  The deep rumble of his voice near her ear echoed within her, stroking her as effectively as his hands. She realized in some fevered place that she had liked the authority in his voice.

  He smoothed the flat of his hand over the arch of her belly, sliding up her rib cage till he had both her breasts beneath his palms. He took her nipples, one in each hand, alternately pleasuring and punishing the hard nubs as he looked down into her face.

  She looked up at him feeling sucked into his depths by the intensity of his gaze. It was as if his expression, a mingling of heat and ardor and something softer, affection maybe, held her firmly in its grasp as he alternately pinched and stroked her nipples. He was purposely moderating the pleasure and pain to keep her at a fever pitch.

  "Slade,” she whimpered, whining, begging.

  She felt so fevered, her body so taut, that she found it impossible to be still. She bucked, arching her body toward him, aware but uncaring that he was watching her, his eyes filled with something deep and warm.

  She loved the harsh pain followed by the intense pleasure that followed as he led her through the rise of pain and the crash of pleasure over and over again.

  She was beside herself, her hands gripped in the quilt, above her head where he had told her to keep them. Her body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, her feminine center feeling hot as it clasped involuntarily. She whimpered and whined, twisting toward him, wanting more but not being able to identify what it was she wanted.

  Slade released one nipple and used his hand to tug the zipper of her jeans down. He slid his hand into the opening, and tunneled beneath her panties to find the warm, wet center of her sex. She whimpered, the pleasure-pain on her nipples forgotten as he placed his hand against her. He rocked his palm against her, loosening tendrils of pure pleasure that gathered in her midsection spilling into the hollow between her legs. She felt as if her body was stretching, tightening, as if it was reaching higher and higher for something held just out of reach.

  She whimpered unable to keep herself from thrusting against his hand as he stroked her. “Lift your bottom Kara, I want to be able to touch you without your clothes in the way."

  She lifted her be
hind, missing his touch as he shifted and quickly divested her of what remained of her clothing.

  "Much better,” he said.

  He placed his hand between her legs stroking her slowly and more intimately than he had when she'd been wearing her jeans. His fingers slid over her outer lips, parting her just enough that he brushed her tender center with each pass of his fingers.

  That he was only brushing her sensitive middle seemed to heighten her awareness of the pleasure building in the deep dark place between her legs. She lifted, arching toward him, rotating her hips in a silent plea for more of his touch.

  "I want to kiss you here,” he said, covering her with one large possessive hand. She felt herself stiffen at the thought of such intimacy. “Just relax sweetheart, it's all about making you feel good."

  His voice was a deep sexy rumble that released a tide of tingles deep in her center. She liked the way he talked to her.

  The endearments that stroked her senses made her feel protected and safe.

  "I didn't know I could feel this good,” she whispered, looking at him through eyes that seemed clouded by the passion coursing through her.

  "It's about to get a whole lot better,” he murmured as he settled at the bottom of the bed between her splayed legs and his mouth slowly lowered to take possession of her. His kiss was neither hard nor soft as it settled on her.

  It was intimate. More intimate than she could have imagined. She tensed when he spread her lips apart with his fingers and tongued her clit. She wasn't prepared for the sharp suddenness of the sensation or for the tingle that quickly became a throb as he continued to lick her.

  When Slade increased the tempo of his strokes she drew a sharp breath and closed her eyes, basking in the heat and sensations that pooled at her center. “Just relax and let me make you feel good,” he whispered, his breath fanning her heated center. She felt his fingers on her, parting her and then easing slowly inside. She gasped at the intrusion, then moaned softly, as her body opened to the pleasure of it.

  It had been a very long time since her body had been spread and opened and even then it had not happened with gentleness or intimacy. The other time had been rough and painful. It had been ugly and crude and yet, the memories of that other time and place wouldn't be denied. They began to escape from their prison to crowd her consciousness, crowding into the circle of pleasure Slade was creating.

  She felt sickness swelling, nearly clogging the back of her throat. She closed her mind to everything except willing the ugliness back into its prison.

  This is Slade. Not that other man, she told herself.

  This is Slade. I trust him. He won't hurt me. He isn't hurting me.

  Breathe.

  In.

  Out.

  She repeated the mantra over and over again in her mind until gradually the sickness receded and her mind centered again on the pleasurable sensations overtaking her body.

  Slade drew back a little, easing his finger deeper. Kara's muscles tightened, clamping down against his finger. He stroked her slowly, rhythmically as his tongue approximated the same rhythm against her clit.

  "Relax, I'm going to add another finger,” Slade said softly. His breath was warm as it wafted across her heated pulsating womanhood. She was thankful for the warning, although she didn't think it helped her to relax. She stilled, her body tense, waiting, wondering what this new sensation would feel like as she felt the broader intrusion of another digit at the opening of her body. He slid into her, pausing, giving her time to adjust to his presence.

  "Okay honey?” he asked as her body stretched to accommodate his fingers.

  "Um-huh,” she moaned softly. Her body felt stretched and tight, and yet it was a good sensation, one that made her feel whole and complete. He dipped his head kissing her pussy and lapping at her clit as he began to rotate his fingers inside her.

  The duality of his motions and the tightness within her released showers of sensation that splintered from her core and scattered upward like fireworks across a darkened sky. She arched, unable to keep her body still as she sought more. The pleasure intensified, sharpened and tightened heating her center.

  She stretched her body upward, her being held in an unfamiliar and desperate state of wanting. She strained against Slade's fingers and his mouth whimpering, whining, wanting more of the exquisite pleasure that was taking her higher and higher with each deliberate thrust of his fingers.

  "Please. Slade. Please.” Her voice was little more than a ragged moan. She was consumed with passion and with helplessness and frustration. She wanted to go higher, reach that place that dangled just outside her reach.

  "Shh-shh, I'll give you everything you need honey,” he said, pausing to press another finger deeply into her spasming pussy. The third finger stretched her and yet it was not a painful stretching.

  He swirled her clit with his tongue as he thrust his fingers slowly and deeply into her writhing heat. She moaned, her breath coming from deep in her chest. He cast his arm across her thighs so that he was holding her open and helpless with just that one arm splayed across her spread thighs. With her legs held open she was helpless to avoid the heightening sensation as his tongue prodded her clit. She could not avoid the tightening, spiraling, splintering of her body as he thrust his fingers deep into her. She began to whimper, soft, little mewling whines as the tension heightened and her body began to throb and as something intangible coalesced deep inside, where his fingers were stroking.

  "Oh, Slade,” she moaned, tossing her head to one side and then the other as he held her open beneath his mouth. He plundered her femininity, his mouth taking her clit inside his warmth, pushing her toward some imperceptible barrier.

  "Relax and let go,” he coached, his words muffled against her. She squeezed her eyes closed, knotting her hands in the quilt over her head as she began to quiver and cry out his name.

  "Good girl, let go,” he urged, as he licked her, suckling her pussy. She was aware of his arm as it shifted from her thighs and moved upward where he pinched her nipples, giving her the pleasure-pain she liked.

  She was lost in the onslaught. She whimpered, moaning, as she exploded into a million diamond bright splinters of brightly colored glass that spasmed beneath his touch.

  His mouth on her gentled as she shattered. She whimpered, her body arching helplessly as each touch of his tongue, each press of his mouth against her tender pussy sent a flurry of delicate sensations that careened through her, pooling deep in the hollow between her legs. She writhed on the bed beneath his mouth, her mind and body one in the place with the splintering shards of multi-colored glass.

  Gradually he allowed her body to quiet and descend. She was still breathing hard, her breath still coming in sharp gasps as he moved to lie beside her. He stroked her hair with gentle fingers. She yielded to him reveling in his touch and molding herself to him.

  His mouth found hers, and he kissed her gently, slowly. She tasted herself on his tongue as they kissed. He stroked her, helping her to relax as he eased her into a blissful resting place after the mind-shattering climax she had enjoyed.

  She basked in the touch of his hands on her body. She enjoyed the smoothness of the sensation as his hands slid down her body till he held her bottom cheeks one in each hand. He pulled her closer so that she was pressed against the length of him.

  Then he stroked her bottom. She pulled back just a tiny bit, enough to allow her hand to slip between them as she began her own tentative explorations of his body. She stroked the hard plane of his chest, enjoying the soft tickle of his chest hair as she slid her palms over the hardness of his chest. She ran her finger over the hollow at the base of his throat, and over one hard, male nipple.

  Slade's gaze rested on her. His expression was filled with indulgence as he allowed her the freedom to explore his body. Her hand dropped lower, sliding across the flatness of his belly and lower to his cock still trapped within his worn jeans.

  She stroked him, frustration growing as the
warm denim impeded her touch. She grunted in frustration as she slid her palm along his length.

  "Let me help,” Slade said as he slid off the bed, tugging his jeans open and pulling jeans and briefs down his legs in one smooth motion.

  Kara watched transfixed, her eyes drawn to the length and width of his erect cock. It strained toward her as he rejoined her on the bed.

  For just an instant another man and another cock, one that had been menacing intruded, but she pushed the ugly memory aside and reached for Slade stroking him, enjoying the way his hard manhood arched toward her touch. Her hand traveled the length of his cock, slowly, sensuously.

  "Oh God honey,” Slade said against her ear as she used a single finger to circle the tip of him.

  She repeated the touch again, thrilled that it drew another deep ripple of pleasure that emanated from his large hard body into her softer one.

  She loved the sensation, loved that she could give him pleasure. He had been nice to her, patient and kind. He had made her first real sexual experience good beyond anything she could have imagined and she wanted to give him the same kind of pleasure.

  She experimented with him, her hands tentative as she tried different strokes. When she found one that caused him to moan or arch toward her she repeated it and tucked it away in her mind for later use.

  She stroked the head of his cock with her palm, drawing tremors and gasps as he moaned and arched toward her. She watched the hard, glistening tip of his cock as she stroked him. She could tell Slade was enjoying her touch, but she knew he needed more.

  She felt uncertain and shy as she scooted down in the bed and found the tip of his cock with her mouth. She had done this before, but not since she was seven and the situation had been so different as to render the experiences not the same at all.

  She looked up at him her gaze locking with his as she sought his approval. He arched toward her, his eyes a combination of hard and soft as she tasted him tentatively. Enthralled by the passion and fascinated by his unconscious responses she sucked him into her mouth, circling the tip of his penis with her tongue, duplicating the stroke that had drawn deep guttural gasps when she'd done it with her hand.