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gulped and nodded and then crossed my arms over my exposed breasts.  I felt more than naked in this moment even though my bottom half was still covered.  He reached out and pulled my hands down and then grazed a warm palm across my left nipple.  I shuddered.  He smiled.  I whispered, “I’m sorry.”
    His look of astonishment was almost comical, “Why would you apologize for this immense offering?”
    I furrowed my brow, “Immense?”
    “Anna, I already considered you a prized jewel; now, now you tell me you are offering me your maidenhead? This is the best day of my entire existence my sweet innocent angel.”
    I gave him another apologetic expression and lifted my shoulders, “But Omar, I don’t know anything.  I will be a terrible lover.  I’ve never done anything even close to this.” I motioned with my hand indicating both of our almost naked states. 
    He grinned and his eyes sparkled, “You really have no idea the immensity of what you are offering me.  Do you?” I shook my head and went to cover my boobs again, and he tilted his head and gave me another one of those perfectly translatable looks.  I lowered my arm and sighed. 
    “Look at me.” I did, and his eyes locked on mine as he spoke.  He also began stroking his hard length through the fabric of his shorts.  My eyes traveled there, and I was wholly incapable of tearing them away.  He chuckled and gripped himself as he spoke, “You may appreciate this as a gift.” He gripped his cock harder and I saw the head engorge even more.  My mouth watered.  “What you are offering me Anna is priceless beyond measure.  I am certain you were meant specifically for me.  Of this I am certain and my desire to claim you as mine, and mine alone was sent from Allah.  From the very beginning, it was written that you shall be mine.  Of this I am certain.  You are unspoiled by others; you are indeed a divine being.”
    I snorted, “I am not at all divine,Omar.” My cheeks burned at his words and also at his display of masculinity as he continued to stroke and fondle his erection. 
    “Are you prepared for the pain?” He asked.
    I nodded and grimaced, “I’ve heard it really hurts.  But only for a second, right?”
    He bit his lower lip and gave me an apologetic look, “It will no doubt hurt you longer than a second, and you will bleed.  You are mature to have remained intact.  I will consider it one of most the precious gifts of my existence.” He reiterated.
    I sighed and relaxed against the headboard, “I’m kind of afraid, but I do want this, you, I mean I want you.  Omar, I want to give this to you.”
    He went to his knees and stalked up my body until his face was just a shiver of a breath away.  His arms caged in my head as he leaned against the back of the bed, and my legs unfurled of their own volition and wrapped around his tight waist.  He moved closer and closer and then I felt him again, and all that hard heat.  He kissed me slowly, taking his time now and in no rush.  “Anna—my beautiful goddess—I will savor this night for eternity.” He kissed me and penetrated my mouth with his tongue, exploring and tasting mine.  Devouring me as if I were indeed made from honey.  He pushed himself even closer to me. 
    His warm chest pressed against my boobs and my nipples puckered.  His citrus and cinnamon scent filled my head and I grew dizzy again.  His lips roamed my neck and now across my collar bone and then back to my jutting and hard nipples.  I moaned, “Omar, I am yours for the taking.”
    His hearty sound of approval, mixed with the intense hunger I felt pouring from him, and I was toast yet again.  He spent some time on just my breasts and made sure both nipples were as jutting and erect as possible.  By the time he kissed down my belly to the waistband of my hose, I knew what he was going to find when he removed them.  I was soaking wet, and figured I was as ready as I could ever be for this to happen.
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