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feel what he was feeling and her pussy pulsed with sympathetic desire. The sensations were sharp, yet incomplete, and her hips pushed up in an effort to create the needed friction. Her efforts were futile, though, as he leaned forward, resting his head in the nook between her shoulder and neck.
    "I'm so sorry," he breathed, "I have wasted our first time together." He pushed his face further into her neck and hair, his breath coming in ragged pants as his cheeks burned red with embarrassment.
    She looked down into his face and realized he was abjectly humiliated by the experience. She thought carefully for a moment before responding; after all, she had found that men acted like idiots when they felt their 'manhood' was being ridiculed, and she didn't want that to happen with Urlon.
    She threaded her hands into his hair and brought his gaze up to hers. "It’s the ultimate complement for a woman when a man is so excited for her that he can't control himself. There's no shame in what just happened; after all, it just gives you more time to arouse me before we continue." She gently massaged his head and shoulders as she spoke and she could feel the tension across his back slowly loosen up as she went on. "Don't worry about it. It happens to everyone once in a while."
    He looked into her serious gaze and read the upper layer of her thoughts. She was concerned about him, concerned that she not offend him or hurt him in any way. She wanted their lovemaking to continue. What would it be like if he admitted his inexperience to her, he wondered. He decided she wouldn't be offended, and lowered his gaze.
      "I, well, I need to tell you something important about myself—"
    She interrupted him before he could begin. "You're not married, are you?" she asked, already beginning to pull away from him. "Because I don't sleep with married men. I would just feel too guilty to do that to another woman."
    "No, I'm not married. Actually, it's the opposite. I have very little experience with women." As she continued to look at him in encouragement, he went on in a hoarse whisper. "Actually, I have no experience with women." His gaze lowered even further as he waited for her reaction.
    "Do you mean you've only had sex with one or two other women?" she asked.
    "No, that's not quite what I meant. I have had no experience with women. I hadn't even touched a woman until I met you."
    "Oh, God," she muttered. "I've always told Shannon that the good lays are always married, priests or gay. Who knew I'd actually be making out with a priest, for fuck's sake." She slapped her palm over her mouth. "Am I allowed to say that around you?" she asked.
    Both his eyebrows were nearing the top of his forehead as he listened to her rant. She misconstrued things rather quickly, and he wondered if he should allow her to continue just to see what else would come out of her mouth. But ultimately, he decided to be merciful.
    "No, no, that's not it. I am most definitely not a priest. I've just lived a very isolated life alone with my family, with very little contact with the outside world. I haven't had the opportunity to be around women very often, and you're the first woman I have ever truly desired." As he finished speaking, he managed to raise his gaze to meet hers once again. Her eyes were slightly damp at the corners, and her lips were creased in concern. The emotions clearly displayed in her gaze reassured him as her words could not.
    "You mean you're a virgin?"
    "Essentially. I've only had sexual experience with the palm of my hand," he said, raising the appendage and cocking his eyebrow.
    Laughter gurgled up in her throat. She tried to suppress it, afraid of offending him, but it escaped her lips with a gurgle. His own lips quirked in response, and she could no longer hold it in. Loud guffaws had her rolling back and holding her ribs. Every time she tried to stop, he raised his hand and gave it a little wiggle and a pointed look, and she was off again. He moved up