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and moved his face forward so that Leah could feel his warm, soothing breath on her pink, velvety flesh. Her fears and nervousness seemed to vanish in the way of his presence. Without even realizing it, she moved her hands down to his head and began to grab tufts of his rich, luxuriant hair. Then it happened. Brian's kisses moved closer and closer to her clitoris and Leah closed her eyes as the entire world melted away. It was as if an invisible narcotic fog slowly wafted all the way up, through her vagina into every muscle, nerve ending and sinew in her body. Her brain began to unleash dopamine throughout her system at the same time that her pussy started to slowly soak the desk under her.
     
    She looked down and saw his peaceful green eyes. They connected with hers and there was a split-second of a moment where the two felt an immaculate bond of pure, raw, visceral human togetherness. Leah had never felt anything close to this sensation and it was almost too much for her. As he increased the pressure of his tongue on her clit, he slid his fingers inside her. Leah reeled and tried to squirm out of it. But Brian held her there, keeping her steady so that every ounce of his master plan could come to fruition within her untainted, perfect vulva.
     
    Leah began to moan and tried to stifle it. She put her hand to her mouth, squeaking out a little chirp of glee. But Brian reached up with his other arm and took her hands, bringing them back down to her breasts. She began to stroke her nipples and within seconds she started to feel a sensation that was more intense, more visceral, than anything she had ever felt.
     
    The warm, pleasurable, sensual feeling that she was already experiencing at Brian's skilled hands was incredible enough. But now this physical rumbling that was gradually building up inside her was trembling toward a boiling point. As shivers coursed through Leah's body, she spasmed out moans of sheer rapture, curling her toes and using her thigh muscles to wrap Brian's head close, her hands now pushing his face deeper and deeper into her pussy. And then, finally, the explosion. The fireworks show inside her brain had saved its best for last and her screams of angelic splendor echoed throughout the empty bank office. So this was an orgasm. This magical, almost storybook feeling of wonder. How had she never experienced this up until now? It seemed like minutes went by in that small blink of an eye – that second of pure viscera stretched out like a seismic storm that immediately washed away an entire life of sexual inadequacy.
     
    Leah unleashed a torrent of pleasure onto Brian's waiting face, her thighs a vice grip that clamped him to her, begging him never to part from that spot. As he rose, Leah could see the glistening strands of womanhood that still connected him to her quivering, exhausted pussy. It was at this moment that she saw him for what he truly was: The first man who ever dedicated himself to giving her pleasure, seeing to her needs first. Her breath was heavy and her body was spent. She laid her head back down, too tired to move. Brian crawled back on top of her and kissed her mouth. She could still taste herself on his tongue and lips. It was slightly sweet and she surprised herself at the way she greedily kissed him, sharing her fluid with him, doing anything to further this connection, this kinship she felt with him. He looked lovingly into her eyes.
     
    “Was this the first orgasm you've ever had?”
     
    She couldn't even speak. She just nodded while gazing longingly into his eyes. Brian responded with a warm, gentle laugh.
     
    “Well, I won't take you any further today. I don't think you can quite handle it yet.”

 
    Chapter 9
     
     
    The rest of the night was a strange, beautiful blur. Leah had gotten dressed quietly, sharing meaningful glances with Brian. As they walked out together, he embraced her and they kissed in the parking lot, the dark night illuminated by the street