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  The light pressure of him against my waiting sex was already threatening to send my body into a trembling frenzy before he was even inside me. Still, he kissed his way down my stomach, moving lower and lower, until I could feel his hot breath on my slippery, wet hole.

  He paused for a second. Impatiently, I cast my eyes down to see what he was doing. I saw him gazing at me, between my thighs, gazing at my waiting pussy spread invitingly before him, an almost indescribable look on his face. It was something between lust and hunger. I opened my mouth to ask him what was wrong but, instead, let out a deep sigh as he softly pressed his mouth against me. My back arched and I couldn’t stop my hips writhing in pleasure as he kissed me, kissed my delicate nether lips as tenderly as he might my mouth, before quickly applying more passion and pressure.

  He started working his tongue over me, gently and slowly at first, before increasing his strength and pace as the moans and whimpers that came from my mouth directed him. He tickled and teased my clit, sending tiny electric sparks of pleasure firing out from my trembling pussy, to light up every nerve ending, even in the furthest reaches of my being, before caressing my lips with his tongue, licking slowly at my waiting entrance.

  His hands stroked their way up my body to reach and fondle my tits, grazing my achingly hard nipples as he flicked my most sensitive spot with his velvet tongue, forcing a desperate cry from my throat. I could barely speak, just pant. I could hardly move, just twist and try to push my pussy harder against his mouth. Even my orgasm with Vanessa didn’t feel as heavenly as this. I could feel the end approaching. My groans grew louder and louder, the waves of intense pleasure building inside me, threatening to break me apart if they finally crested and crashed down over me.

  “Please, please!” I managed to croak out between moans. “Please, Warren, please fuck me. I need to feel you inside me. My hands and fingers already entwined in his shaggy hair to hold him still as he ate at me. I clasped him harder and tried to pull him up my body. Slowly, reluctantly, he came up to meet me, stopping to bury his face in my welcoming breasts as he passed.

  “Are you sure?” he stopped to say, looking at me earnestly, right in the eye.

  All of a sudden, I was overcome with fear. Was this it? Was the moment I’d been striving for finally here? After so many years of keeping boys away from me, was I really ready to invite a man inside me? I wanted it, wanted him so bad, but beyond this what was there? I nodded nervously to him and reached down to take hold of his shaft, just to ensure he knew I was serious.

  “Wow,” I breathed. He was so hard again, hot and huge in my small hand. I tried to keep myself from trembling as I pulled his cock to the edge of my hole. The tip of him brushed smoothly against my slick lips, sending a shudder of pleasure through us both, a heartbeat before he positioned himself carefully and finally drove his way right in.

  The scream that tore from my lungs as he penetrated me was pure pleasure. The feel of him, hot and hard, pushing my velvet walls apart, shoving his way inside, burying himself right to the hilt in my quivering, waiting sheath, was beyond description. It felt like he just kept moving, gliding his way deeper and deeper, until I was wondering if he would ever stop. I let out another small cry as he reached as far as he could. Our bodies mashed together as close as they could get.

  “Are you okay?” he asked softly, his face just half an inch from mine. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No,” I told him. I couldn’t help but smile at him, on me, in me, hovering over me, even though I could feel a tear forming in my eye. I was so happy, so amazed, and so complete now that I had Warren filling me. I cursed myself for not doing this earlier, not finding him when I was younger and forcing him to make love to me every day. “It feels so good, baby,” I reassured him. “Please don’t stop. Don’t ever stop. Just keep fucking me.”

  “I plan to,” he smiled. His lips met mine and we kissed deeply. Small, almost imperceptible movements right where we were joined, provoked muffled groans of happiness from us both, until he slowly dragged himself from my grip. I could feel every ridge and vein, every heavy throb of his cock, as he slid along my sensitive walls, and I moaned with delight at the sensations.

  Pausing for a second, just the tip of him still in me, he lowered his mouth back onto mine. Without warning, he pushed his tongue back in my mouth and, at the same time, forced his cock back up. I screamed into his mouth, my nails raking his back and my legs rising, trying to find more room for him in my little pussy. He drew back quickly again and rammed straight back in, increasing his pace and really fucking me now, faster and harder. Suddenly, I was right back on the verge of climax. I could feel that intense passion building again, burning between my legs, getting closer and closer to exploding with every thrust of his amazing cock.

  “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!” I chanted breathlessly, over and over, to the rhythm of him banging me.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he gasped, not stopping. I felt so full, so hot, so filled. I didn’t want this to ever end. As far as I was concerned, Warren could keep making love to me until we died of starvation.

  “Oh God! Oh fuck!” was all I could say in response, as I felt myself teetering on the edge. He kissed me hard again, still pumping, his hands groping my tits, grabbing my ass and lifting me up, pushing down on my shoulders so he could spear me even deeper. He seemed to be everywhere. I felt myself falling, my mind disappearing into the bright, black, dense waves of ecstasy that engulfed me, until that heat at my very core finally exploded, showering molten sparks of pleasure throughout my whole body. I screamed. I cried out. I bucked, writhed, arched my back off the floor and willed him to stop while praying that he would keep me coming like this until I died. It was amazing. It was incredible. It was like nothing I’d felt before and I wanted to keep feeling it for the rest of my days.

  *****

  “Oh, my God!” I heard him panting, his pace slowing. I found myself starting to return to my body. I felt him slip from me. Rolling onto his side, he stroked and caressed my body, my breasts, until I was purring like a kitten. “You’re amazing,” he whispered, “and so beautiful. I can’t believe I’m the first guy to have sex with you.”

  My body was tingling all over. Totally satisfied, completely fulfilled, yet I could sense something was missing. “I guess I always just wanted you, Warren. Even as a girl. It was always you.”

  “That’s a lot of pressure to live up to, don’t you think?” he smiled, a touch of concern in his voice.

  “Don’t panic,” I reassured him, leaning over to stroke him in return. “It was a crush. All girls get them. I wasn’t envisioning sleeping with you until I arrived in Scotland. Even then I didn’t expect it to actually happen.” Unconsciously, my stroking hand wandered down to his crotch, where I found him still long and amazingly hard. “You didn’t come?” I asked him.

  “It’s okay,” he smiled.

  I didn’t agree, though. I wanted him completely, which meant I wanted his come. I wanted to do the same amazing things he’d done for me. I wanted to give him the ultimate pleasure. “It is not!” I announced, pushing him onto his back and climbing on top of him. I straddled him, looking down at him with an intense expression of lust. I needed him inside me again, needed to feel him explode in ecstasy and fill me with his seed. At least then, if we were never able to be together again, I’d always have some part of him with me.

  “Really, don’t worry about me,” he insisted, but the hungry look on his face as his eyes moved up and down my naked, paint streaked body, along with the twitch I felt from his cock as it hovered a hair’s breadth from my re-ignited pussy, convinced me he didn’t mean it.

  I lowered my sex to touch him, both of us sighing as I slid my slick, hungry lips down and then up the length of his shaft. The sensation was beautiful until, as the ecstatic torment started to become unbearable, I slammed myself down on him.

  “Ohhh… Fuck!” I groaned, as he was rammed back inside me, parting my soft walls with ease this time as I pushed down
ever deeper. I ground my full weight against his hips, enclosing him completely and forcing his long dick so deep inside me, it pressed another low cry, somewhere between pleasure and pain, from my mouth.

  “My God! Your pussy feels amazing,” he gasped, his hands cupping my paint-smeared tits. More soft moans began to fall from my lips as he twitched and moved slightly against my quivering sheath. “You’re so beautiful… so fucking desirable…” he kept whispering, his words turning me on almost as much as the feel of him hard inside me. It was so different from any intimate moments I’d shared with the boys from college, all of who seemed to want to just blow their loads as quick as they could.

  Then, we began moving as one, slipping Warren’s thick cock in and out of me with an ever-increasing urgency, each caress of our hot flesh together provoking more moans and sighs of ecstasy from me, reaching higher in pitch as those now familiar sensations become even more unbearably electric.

  “You feel incredible inside me,” I said, as a half-breathed groan. “I can’t believe I wasted so much of my life not doing this.” Another frantic cry of pleasure spilled out of me and I could feel another orgasm building quickly. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take. “Please, baby,” I whispered breathlessly, “give me your cum. I want to feel you unload deep inside me.”

  Warren grabbed my butt again, suddenly holding me still and rigid in his arms, and began driving himself furiously in and out of my pussy. My body was filling with heat. My painfully pointed nipples ached, my skin tingled almost unbearably, and my sex felt like it was on fire, ready to explode once more and tear my little body apart. Then, with an almighty thrust, he speared me deeper than ever before, and I burst into an orgasmic rapture for the second time.

  I screamed, my body going into spasm as I tried to both wriggle away from the intensity of it and still cram more of him inside me, at the same time. My vision went blank and I became oblivious to the shrieks coming from my mouth. Somewhere, deep down inside, he kept pounding me, so hard, so powerful, and I felt him grow even bigger, until he shouted and swore as loudly as me. He finally tensed, before pulsing violently, exploding, and shooting his seed far into my pussy, coating my soft velvet walls with his hot, thick liquid as I collapsed on top of him, shaking, shuddering, and taking everything he had to give to me.

  *****

  I could still feel him, still big but slowly shrinking, hot inside me as I lay over him, my breasts crushed against his chest. However, the paint we’d been rolling around in was drying uncomfortably and the cold of the studio was gradually beginning to creep up my arms and legs. I felt a tremble.

  “Crap, you must be freezing,” Warren realized, moving to help me off him.

  “Getting that way.”

  I gasped slightly as he slipped from me, then put my hands on his shoulders while he steadied me so I could roll off him. He reached for his sweater and pulled it to us, tenderly draping it over my body like a comforter. “Is that better?”

  “A little,” I smiled at him. I couldn’t help letting my eyes run the full length of his gorgeous body. He was beautiful to behold and, in the warm glow of my euphoric, post-deflowered, just-come-real-hard-twice state of mind, I couldn’t imagine wanting to look at anything or anyone for the rest of my life. My heart raced as I studied his face, flooding my whole being with a sense that we belonged together, that this must be what it felt like to be in love. Even fully satisfied and exhausted from our frantic lovemaking, I ached to touch him again, to feel his skin against mine and his arms around me. And there was something I needed to know. “What did it? What changed your mind? What made you get down on your knees behind me and touch me like that?” I asked softly, gazing into his warm, brown eyes.

  “Truth?” he raised his eyebrows and I nodded slightly. “Maybe you won’t like to hear it, but I just wanted to excite you, to turn you on. The faces you were making didn’t read as real. I wanted to see the real wanton sexual pleasure in you, for the photograph.”

  For the photograph? I immediately imagined him trying the same move on a thousand celebrity subjects, his sheer boldness leading each one of them to want him as badly as I did. I shoved the thoughts aside, determined that nothing would spoil my moment.

  “I’m sorry I put you in that position, but I’m so pleased I took the chance,” he continued, pulling me to him, “so happy I failed to resist your temptations any longer. What about you?”

  “I’m starving. Aren’t you?”

  “We only finished lunch an hour ago,” he grinned at me, “but yes, I’m ravenous.”

  He jumped up, still naked, and reached out to help me off the floor. “Aren’t you going to put something on?” I asked, pulling his sweater over my head as we headed back through to the kitchen. “What if Vanessa comes home?”

  “Nothing she hasn’t seen before,” he said flippantly. I felt my heart sink again. I knew Vanessa preferred girls and, sure, I’d kinda had sex with her myself, but the thought that there was some romantic history between them wouldn’t leave me alone. But it must be just that, I told myself, history. However, that his fingers, his tongue, his cock might have been inside her, filling her with the wonderful sensations I’d just felt, and forcing from her the soft, erotic sounds he’d just drawn out of me, bugged me. I felt jealous.

  Warren opened the kitchen door for me and grabbed a quick kiss on my lips as I passed him. “Looks like we’re not going to get any work done today, after all,” he mused as I went in. I recoiled a little, still thinking about him and Vanessa, but he didn’t seem to notice.

  Come on, MJ, my inner voice screamed, get over yourself! I shoved the thoughts and the resentment aside and focused on his tight, bare ass instead.

  “And what makes you say that?” I grinned, parking my own naked butt on the great oak table and spreading my thighs wide for him. He shut the door and strode over to me, suddenly standing between my open legs. I clamped myself around him and drew his mouth to mine.

  “I still don’t see how this is going to work,” he whispered, as we came up for air.

  “I’m just trying not to think about that for now,” I smiled back, edging our crotches closer together to find his cock growing hot again. “Remember, I’ve had a crush on you since I was fifteen. I want to enjoy this for a little while.”

  “Fifteen huh?” I nodded and eased the length of his hard shaft until I could feel him nestling between my soft lips. “That’s a lot to live up to.”

  “You’re doing good so far.”

  “Shit!” he spat, suddenly pulling away from me. “I hadn’t decided if I was going to tell you or make it a surprise, then all the sex made me forget.”

  “Forget what?”

  “Your Uncle Clive invited himself over,” he offered me an apologetic smile as I felt suddenly dumbstruck with surprise. “He’d probably landing in Aberdeen about now. He’s supposed to be here in time for dinner.”

  “Fuck!” I cried. I slid off the table and looked around desperately for something to put on. The thought of my uncle arriving made the idea of wandering around this house naked from the waist down make my skin crawl.

  “Relax, he’s not going to be here for hours.”

  “How could you forget to tell me that?” I moaned. I didn’t know what to do, so I started to get mad at him. “Didn’t you send Vanessa to go and pick him up?”

  “No, he likes to hire a car and drive himself,” Warren offered. “But, now that I think about it, I told her to pick up four fresh Angus steaks for tonight. I’m sorry I forgot.” He tried to pull me to him but I span away, heading for the door. “Baby, what’s wrong?” he called after me.

  I couldn’t answer him. I couldn’t process everything, but a hole had opened up in my stomach at the thought of Clive finding out that Warren and I had been together. It would lead to my parents finding out and my dad thinking I’d been taken advantage of by one of Western society’s most notorious Lotharios. That I’m a slut. Just another anonymous notch on Warren’s bedpost.
r />   I wasn’t ready for that. I needed time to figure out how to reconcile myself with my family, knowing that I was no longer a virgin. I couldn’t believe that what had earlier been one of the most magical times of my life, was now a living nightmare.

  Chapter Eight

  How could he do this to me? I raged inside my head. How could he go through with consummating the love we clearly share, without giving me a head’s up that his best friend, my uncle, was coming to dinner?

  I sat opposite the gorgeous antique mirror that grew out of the equally lovely, old oak dresser that made an excellent makeup table in my room. Nude Halle Berry’s eyes stared down accusingly at me, like she knew exactly what I’d been doing. She’d already seen me act like a disgraceful slut, letting Vanessa bring me off on the very bed lovely Halle kept watch over. I knew she judged me for the whorish way I’d ground my naked ass against Warren until he came in his pants, then begged him to fuck me until I came on his cock as he shot his load inside me.

  And, no matter how we acted in front of Clive, my uncle would know exactly how I’d looked as I grasped Warren’s head and forced his mouth harder against my hungry pussy, or how I’d sounded as I screamed while he fucked me, hammering me to the first of my orgasms with him. It would be immediately obvious what we’d been up to from the moment he saw me, and no amount of the foundation I was brushing onto my face was going to be able to hide my shame.

  I was just finishing my makeup when I heard a knock on my chamber door. I sat in my black bra and thong, ready to slip into the one vaguely formal dress that I’d had the foresight to pack – my little black cocktail dress – so I got up, pulled on my silk robe and went to answer the door, pinching my robe closed with my left hand.

  The door opened to reveal Warren standing behind it. Who else could it have been? He wore his dinner wear but had, so far, not gotten around to the jacket and bowtie. It had been his idea to dress for dinner, something to do with a tradition he and Clive had that went back decades. His white dinner shirt was open down past his chest, his eyes shone and, in spite of my annoyance with him, he looked damn good.