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stroke her face tenderly, kissing her lips ever so softly.
    ‘Well, okay. But only because it’s you. If anyone else were to call me that I’d have to punch ‘em on the nose.’ She smiles, happy that I’ve accepted her nickname so readily. My lips sweep back to hers and we fall back into the bliss-induced haze while my fingers work their magic on her clothing.

    The top part of her dress is first to go. I work it off her shoulders and down towards her hips. She winces slightly, and it hurts me to see that I am causing her further pain. She says nothing, taking tiny breaths to curtail the consuming pain she must be feeling.

    It’s rather selfish, but there is no way I would be able to stop now.
    Curiosity has the best of me. My head is called to her neck and ever so slowly I kiss my hot mouth down towards her belly button, taking extra care as I trail over her ribs. My body is on fire. Every single touch to her skin starts an inferno raging through me. Passion courses through me and all my senses are humming away.
    Sensuality, love and desire taking hold of both of us.

    The disheveled dress she’s wearing slides easily down the rest of her body and off her legs. They are smooth and silky, trembling slightly as I run my fingers up the length of them. My tongue takes a turn to run the length of her thighs, all the way to the edge of her panties. I’m delighted to see she’s wet, the evidence showing on the material. She moves to cover herself with her hands, but I refuse to let her cover any part of her. I want to see it all. Too long I have spent fantasizing about this moment.

    ‘Don’t cover yourself. You’ve nothing to be embarrassed about. Do you know how hot and hard you make me just by seeing that I make you wet?’ I can hardly believe the words that are coming out of my mouth, but there is no objection from her. In fact, she seems to be delighting every single syllable that reaches her ears. This gives me the confidence to slowly ease her panties down. She lifts her bottom off the sheets to assist me as I slowly manipulate them down towards her ankles.

    Only her bra remains now, but I’m not about to touch it. The marks on her ribs are already starting to show and I don’t want to cause her anymore pain. So I leave it there, admiring the swell of her breasts over the top of the lace, which heaves up and down with each and every breath she takes.

    Slowly I take off my clothes, eager for her to watch my strip tease. I know now that she must have been enjoying my body all this time, just as I was hers. My skin is toned – evidence of my physical lifestyle. It bulges in all the right places, muscles rippling down my arms and across my stomach. Her eyes wander all over the planes of my body and I am still as she wordlessly appreciates everything that I am.

    Crawling up the bed towards her my heart starts to gallop hard within the confines of my chest. I am painstakingly slow, wanting to remember every detail of this moment forever. She is a person I have wanted in so many ways, for so long. Now that I have her in my sights, there is nothing on this earth that will stop me from making love to her.

    I sit between her legs, waiting until I know she must ache for me to be inside of her. My arms go to either side of her body, careful to hover over her without our skin touching. I don’t want to hurt her further, so I balance all of my weight on either side of her, my arms flexing from the strain of holding my body weight off her. Suddenly a brief moment of panic seizes me, and I wonder why it had to so rudely pop up and ruin the moment.

    ‘Can I make love to you?’
    ‘You’re asking me now?’
    ‘I’ll always get your permission first. Nothing is assumed, Bailey.’
    She nods that she wants me to. My eyes go wild with desire, yet my body is restrained, wanting to savor every second I am with her, just in case she never grants me access again.

    I know she’s a virgin – so I’m going to have to go