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with Shalimar.
    She went into the living room, turned on the stereo, and tuned the radio to WDAS AM. The smooth sound of Smokey Robinson and the Miracles filled the room. Moving through the rooms, lighting candles and incense, setting the mood, the taunting fragrance of jasmine permeated the apartment.
    Marissa intended her first sexual experience to be romantic and memorable.
     
    Joel arrived home, went straight into the bathroom, showered, and redressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt before joining her at the table. During dinner he complimented her on the meal, expressing his surprise at her skills, and questioned her about any other hidden talents she might have. Meal finished, they cleaned the kitchen, working in companionable silence.
    Dishes washed, dried, and put away, counters cleaned and the floor swept, he leaned against the counter and watched her replace the broom and dustpan in the closet. She turned, he tugged her into his arms, and she went without resistance, his slow and determined kiss seducing her into submission.
    She never could recall how they ended up in the bedroom.
     
    No doubt, she wanted to make love with him, as much as she thought he wanted her, but when he started removing her clothes, she became nervous.
    Geez. After reading everything about intercourse that was available to her, the only thing she seemed to focus on was the first time, included pain. How much pain, or how she’d react to that pain—she didn’t do pain well.
    Pulse racing, skin tingling from the touch of slightly callused hands brushing against her skin, she tensed when he slipped her tank top over her head, dropping it to the floor. Braless, his hands settled on her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples. His hands inched down her abdomen, her muscles contracting beneath his touch.
    He reached for the snap, then zipper on her dungarees, made short work of unfastening both, and slipped his hand beneath her cotton panties. She jerked forward, pressing into his touch.
    “ Mmm, we’ll be more comfortable on the bed.” Hands firmly on her hips, he held her while she stepped out of the panties and dungarees puddled at her feet. She settled on the bed, but he remained standing, his gaze roaming over her naked body. She’d never felt so exposed.
    Heat strafed her cheeks as he removed his clothing and she had her first glimpse of a nude, fully aroused male, up close and personal. To her, he was perfection, all smooth caramel-colored skin and toned muscle. She reached out and explored his body, hands easing across defined pecs covered with sparse baby-fine hair. Her palms rubbed over the tiny nipples and felt them pebble, before her hands moved lower, sliding down across a taut six-pack.
    Muscles tensed as her fingers threaded their way through the tangle of curly short hairs and settled on the warm, silky-smooth skin covering a rock-hard erection. Gaze moving to his face, she watched his eyes close, myriad expressions altering his features. He couldn’t tolerate her exploration for more than a moment before he grabbed her hands and moved them away.
    Dropping down on the bed, he stretched out beside her, brought her hands up to his mouth and kissed her palms, tongue teasing erogenous areas she had no idea existed. He stroked her body, fingers slipping between her thighs as he took possession of her mouth.
    She welcomed the invasion, matching his urgency with her own desperate need. Cupping her breasts, he released her mouth and kissed, licked, and nibbled his way down the column of her neck. Electrifying pleasure surged through her nervous system when the hot velvet touch of his tongue teased each nipple. Even though she’d read different accounts of various sex acts, she never imagined a person derived so much gratification from those actions.
    Reaching out to touch him, he grabbed her hands and pressed them against her sides as his mouth moved down over the triangle of curls. His tongue delved between the soft folds of flesh,