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second, before he pushes me back on the bed and stands naked between my parted legs.
    “Fuck you’re a sight.  So fucking beautiful.”  He trails a finger between the valley of my breasts down to my belly button, and then further down until he meets the pale pink lace of my panties.
    My blood feels like it’s on fire.  “Please,” I beg, for what, I’m not sure.
    He growls and his eyes blaze as he deftly pulls my panties down over my knees and off my ankles, discarding them over his shoulder, but not before inhaling their scent deeply.  My face flushes at the image, but the explicit desire radiating from him is enough to reassure me.
    He wants this.
    I want this.
    “Spread your legs, Cassidy.  Show me this pretty pussy I’ve been dreaming about.”  His dirty words make my stomach clench in anticipation.  My thighs fall open, and his eyes immediately hone in on the prize.  His prize.
    “Fuck yeah.  I can see you glistening from here.  All that wetness just for me, baby?”
    “Yes.”
    He moves to his knees.  “I’m going to eat you now.”
    Shit, yes.  Please!
    Then, he’s eating me.  Feasting on me.   His tongue expertly moves through my flesh applying the right amount of pressure to the right places, spearing inside me, and moving rapidly over my clit.  He nips my flesh with his teeth and teases my opening with his fingers until I’m bucking my hips against his face and clutching his head to hold him to me.
    He sucks my clit into his mouth and slides two fingers deep inside me.  My stomach clenches tight, my breath hitches, and then I’m soaring through the sky as my orgasm washes over me, consuming me.  My body bucks and pulses against his face as I moan, crying out garbled nonsense.  He laps me until I stop shuddering and then moves up my body and takes my mouth in a possessive, passionate kiss.  I can taste myself on it and it’s so erotic.  I slide my tongue into his mouth, eager to commit this unique taste to my memory – him and me combined.  It’s explosive.  I shift my hips, winding my legs around his waist.  I lock him there and press down.  His cock lines up with my sex effortlessly and I gasp as his tip slides inside. 
    “Fuck,” he whispers, burying his face in my neck.
    “Fuck me, Brock,” I demand.  I’m ready.  I want this.  I want him to be my first.
    He doesn’t need to be told twice.  He snaps, losing his grasp on the small piece of control he possessed.  He slides inside, sheathing himself in one smooth long thrust, filling me completely.  It burns a little, but it doesn’t hurt as such. 
    “You okay?” he rasps.
    “Yes.  Move.  Please .”
    He brings his hips back, and then slides back inside.  Over and over he rains his delicious torture on my vagina, and I love every minute of it.  We’re panting, a fine sheen of sweat coating our bodies.
    “Fuck, you’re tight, baby.  So tight.  I knew this pussy was going to feel like heaven.  My dick doesn’t want to leave.”
    I squeeze him tight as the first ripple of my orgasm flutters through me.
    “That’s right, Cassidy,” he groans.  “Milk me.  Squeeze my cock.  Show me how much you love it.”
    “Brock.  Brock!  I’m coming.”  I cry out, as his head drops down and he sucks my nipple into his mouth, sending a zing of pure pleasure right through my body to my clit, detonating my orgasm.
    He thrusts harder, losing rhythm, until he stills, burying his face in my neck, groaning as his cock throbs inside me.
    He slides out and I quickly stand, darting into my bathroom to wipe myself clean.  What the hell?
    “Brock?” I say cautiously. 
    “Yeah?”
    “Did you use a condom?”
    “Shit.” His face loses color.  “Fucking shit fuck shit,” he curses. “You’re on the pill, right?” he asks hopefully.
    I shake my head.  “No.” I gulp.
    He walks over and tugs me into his arms.  “It will be fine, Cassidy.  You won’t get pregnant.”
    He’s right.  He has to be