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on the other.  He was drawing on it and pulling as much of my boob into his mouth as possible.  My eyes rolled in my head and I heard the moan of pleasure as it rushed up from my vocal chords.  He scraped his hand harder over my nipple, scrape, scrape, scrape, and his teeth nibbled on what was in his mouth.  I more than groaned.  I sort of made a startled, joyous sound.
    He growled and retreated only long enough to stand up, pick me up, slide me backwards and then he was on me, hovering over me and resting just his groin against my hips.  He planked there over me until I regained a modicum of composure.  I opened my eyes and the first thing I noticed was that the bra was entirely gone and I didn’t remember actually taking if off my shoulders.  My nipples jutted lewdly and my tits ached.  They wanted more from him and his magic mouth. Lots more!
    He stared at me with a look of adoration I’d never seen in another human, ever, even in the movies.  I fluttered my lashes and touched his chin, running my finger across the crisp stubble and finding it erotic as hell.  He lowered his hips and pushed himself against my belly.  He was on fire and so hard he felt like stone.  I choked, but damn my body anyway for pushing back. 
    “I need to enter your body Anna.  Please do not deny me this tonight.  I’ve remained filled for you this entire evening.  I never beg another for anything, but I am pleading that you do not deny me this.”
    I gulped and stuttered, not knowing how to tell him I was a virgin.  It seemed monumental to me, and it also seemed to me as if it meant I would make a terrible lover.  After all, I really didn’t have a clue.  I hadn’t even watched porn.  I’d read quite a bit and had devoured my fair share of erotica, but that was hypothetical and in my mind.  This was for real.  Omar was a real life man who wished to pierce my long protected veil of chastity.  How did I tell him?

CHAPTER THIRTEEN
     
    “Omar, please stop.”
    He didn’t, and only increased his grinding and rubbing, and then he bit my nipple hard.  I screamed.  He looked at me, but kept my tit in his mouth and he mumbled around its intrusion, “Anna, do not deny me now.”
    “I’m not denying you anything; I just need to tell you something.”
    He sighed and ceased his suckling, but he pushed his hard cock roughly against my mound, and I felt his heartbeat and his scalding heat.  My breath caught and my hips lifted.  He made a sinister sound and pushed even harder against me, “You are aching for this Anna, I can feel it in you.  I know you want me as much as I do you.”
    My voice sounds strangled, “I do Omar, I do—I think I do—the thing is.” He gripped my hips as he rolled his and showed me how long and hard he really was.  “Omar,” my chest heaved and my breasts wiggled.  “Omar, I am –um.” Then I spit it out so fast and in such a rush, he froze completely and his entire body stiffened. “Um, the thing is, I know I’m kind of old, but well, I’m a virgin, and I don’t know anything and I might be horrible at this and I really don’t know what I’m doing and you might not want me since I’m not an experienced lover.”
    He righted himself and went back on bended knees to lean on his shins.  His eyes bore into mine, but he said nothing for a very long time.  His hand on my thigh rubbed me and squeezed me as he thought; I waited and kind of held my breath.
    “Here, sit up, we must discuss this.” He instructed. I offered him my hand and he pulled me upright.  I slid back until I hit the headboard, and he crawled the necessary distance to sit at my feet as I crossed my legs.  He crossed his too and then slid even closer so we were touching knees and feet in this odd position. He reached out and stroked his big hands across the insides of my thighs and then he settled on holding my ankles.  “You must realize I need to touch you, as much of you as possible, at all times.”
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