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gasped.

    “Have you ever done any of this before, sweet girl?”  

    I shook my head and put my hand on top of his, bringing it over to my other breast. I sighed and pushed into him, pressing my nipple into his palm. He brushed the base of his large, scarred palm against the stiffened nipple, sending ripples and sparks through me. At that moment, I didn’t care what I’d done or hadn’t done. I just wanted him. And I wanted him desperately.   Beckoning his body closer, I wrapped my legs around his waist. I could feel his hardness pressing into me.  

    “Gabi, please, wait,” he said. But his cock throbbed against me, and I knew he wanted me too.

    I’d waited for so long, and now I knew he was the one I needed. The one who would heal me and make me whole again. I thought of his body crashing into mine… his cock buried deep inside of me. My sex grew slick with need, thrumming with longing. Red moved his hands under the t-shirt again, tracing his fingers over the slight curve of my belly and up to one breast, cupping it gently and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.  

    “Gabi. If I start, I won’t be able to stop.” He moved his hand over to my other breast again, brushing his fingertips over my nipple. A shock of desire shot through to my core, extending to every cell of my being. “Maybe this isn’t the right time.”  

    “And what exactly does that mean, Red?” My voice was husky with desire, filled with all the longing I’d built up over the years. I’d never known what I really wanted … why exactly I was waiting, what I was waiting for. But this was it. I raised my lips to Red’s, kissing him gently, taking his taste in again. I tightened my legs around him and brought him closer. This was it. This was exactly what I wanted.  

    “I want you to think about this, Gabi. You’ve been through so much in one day,” he said. Red pressed his cock against me, sending desperate longing through me. My body felt new and strange after the dark dreams and hallucinations that had crept into my consciousness while I slept. I drew Red closer, and he groaned. I was desperate to dismiss the danger of the night before, desperate to welcome him inside of me and make him mine. To make everything else disappear. Tears welled in my eyes, and I sought out his lips, biting down on the bottom one. He kissed me back fiercely. He picked me up then and sat back onto the bed so that I was sitting astride him.  

    “Do you not want me?” My voice trembled slightly.  

    “Gabi, I want you so bad that I can’t see straight. I want to fuck you until you can’t walk.” He moved his hands from my back around to my stomach, brushing his fingers there and making my muscles tense with anticipation. Red slipped his hands downward, pulling the boxers away from my skin and slipping his hand inside. I gasped as he palmed the sensitive flesh of my sex, slipping over my slick folds. I gasped, the need raging through my body like fire. He moved two fingers on either side of my clit, barely touching the aching bundle of nerves.  

    “Please,” I moaned. Part of me wanted all of him right then, but I knew he was right. Still, I needed this release. I tried to rock against his fingers, tried to angle myself so that he would slip them inside of me. But he gripped my waist hard with his free hand.  

    “Please what?” Red chuckled, barely flicking one finger over my clit. I arched my back and let out a long, needy groan. After one more flick, barely a movement, he held his fingers on either side of my clit. I tried to move, tried to ride his hand, press his palm into me. But he held me tight, wouldn’t let me move.

    “If you’re not going to fuck me, please make me come,” I said, looking into those shockingly blue eyes. Red drew me closer to him, kissing my lips gently and teasing me with his tongue.  

    “But what if I like teasing you first? I do like my women well-behaved,” he said. His eyes met mine and