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sensuality that she had always dreamed of.
Throwing her head back, she let his fingers drive her, open her, become her, faster, harder, deeper, until she was gasping for air and
"How does your fantasy man take your virginity, Abigail?"
Robert's voice was a harsh intrusion. She dug her fingernails into the quilt to gain enough composure to speak. "He ... He takes me while I lie on my back."
"Do my fingers still hurt you?"
"No." She lifted her hips to take him more deeply.
"What do you want, Abigail?"
Her response was one of mindless pleasure. "More!"
Suddenly his fingers were gone and the pillow on either side of her head sank down while hard, hairy legs pushed wide her thighs and she could feel him between her legs where his fingers had been, huge as a stump and hot as a poker and pulsing with life.
"Like this?" The voice above her was feral. "Is this how your fantasy man takes your virginity, Abigail? With his legs holding you open so he can get to you?"
"Yes." Abigail clutched at his shoulders; they were slick with sweat. Muscles rippled underneath her palmsreal, not fantasy. Hungrily she smoothed her hands over his back, tested muscles that women did not have, sank her fingernails into those small, taut buttocksmemorizing him for all the empty months and years ahead. And all the while, that male part of him pulsed and throbbed against the feminine part of her and she was wide open and completely accessible
and things were progressing far too fast.
"You feel very large, Robert," she gasped. "Are you? In comparison to other men, I mean."
Moist breath fanned her cheeks, her lips. Callused fingertips soothed aside the tangled, damp hair that had escaped her bun they trembled against her skin, as if it was he who was about to lose his virginity and not her. Then his right hand slid down between their bodies. "You be the judge, Abigail."
Without warning, his mouth swallowed her breath and his tongue was inside her and
oh,
he was plunging inside her down there, too, and yes, he was large, far, far larger than his three fingers and there was nothing she could do to stop him as he plowed through the open, liquid heat that he had made of her body. Deeper and deeper he slid, stretching her wider and wider until he could not possibly go any deeper or stretch her any wider but he did and she had never imagined anything like it.
It felt as if he touched her soul.
She tore her mouth away from his. "You said sex was dirty."
"I lied."
She arched her back, momentarily overwhelmed by the heavy weight of his body pressing down on her. "Robert"
Instantly the hand between their bodies slid over and under her hip. He supported her there in the middle of her back where she arched. "Hmm?"
Tears pricked the backs of her eyes. "Nothing. I just... I feel ... so
full."

Whisper-soft lips brushed her mouth. Again. And again. And again. "You are. Relax, Abigail. Hook your legs around my waist."
Abigail tried. She really did. But every movement made him slide deeper and deeper and he was bigger than a fence rail inside her and
"Robert, the limbs of a woman are
not
made to"
He nipped her lip. "But
you
are not just any woman, Abigail. For the duration of the storm you are
my
woman."
Suddenly her legs were locked around his hips and they were no longer two bodies but one.
"Stay open for me, Abigail."
Abigail strove to catch her breath. "I do not believe I have a choice, Robert."
She could feel a fleeting smile, there against her forehead; it was followed by a fleeting kiss, on the tip of her nose. "Then come for me."
"But you have yet to fulfill your part of the bargain."
That stillness again. "What is that?"
"You have yet to make me beg and cry."
Without warning, the body pinning her to the bed shifted. The thick shaft that filled her to capacity drew out and up, so that it sawed between her swollen nether lips. The angle stretched her unbearably as he slowly thrust back inside her, and again withdrew, thrust harder, withdrew, sawing back and forth,