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Authors: Andrea Smith

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I shivered a bit underneath my cocoon of covers. Taz was approaching this in a very tutorial way. I liked that. It made it seem less desperate on my part. He switched his Bose system on; soft music drifted from the surround-sound speakers throughout the room. He’d created some impressive ambience.

“How much do you know about a man’s body, Lindsey? I’m not trying to delve into your business, but it’d help me to know.”

I felt my skin flush underneath all of the covers I’d heaped over myself; might as well be honest.

“Not a lot. I mean, I’ve lain naked with my boyfriends before. They’ve had their fingers on me—in me,” I stuttered. “I attempted to give Adam oral sex once. He said I did it wrong.”

Oh God, now I was beet red from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. Taz was fine with it.

“We won’t worry about that aspect of it this morning,” he stated plainly. “We’re going to focus totally on your pleasure and breaking the seal, so to speak.”

Nicely put.

He pulled his T-shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside. I marveled at his lovely muscular frame, broad shoulders, ripped chest and abs. I loved the half sleeve tattoo on his right arm. It was a serpent wound around the branch of a tree. An owl was perched on the limb, looking as if he felt no threat whatsoever as the serpent was poised to strike.

My attention went back to Taz’s face as his eyes locked with mine. He lowered his sweats, allowing the long, thick expanse of his cock to spring free. It looked to be at half-mast already.

I sucked my breath in, not meaning to be quite so obvious. Christ, I wasn’t sure about this. It was long and thick, and I could see that he hadn’t been circumcised.

Both Lance and Adam had been, though I wasn’t sure how that made any difference when it came to overall length and girth. Neither of their packages came close to what Taz had hanging.

He dropped his knee to the bed and pulled the covers off of me. I saw his eyes peruse the length of my naked body.

He’d seen it all before, but not like this. Not in the soft glow of the candlelight, not knowing what he knew now.

“Roll over onto your belly,” he instructed softly.

“Really?” My voice had a slight quiver to it.

“Relax,” he laughed gently. “I need to get you relaxed, baby. Trust me?”

I nodded as I rolled over onto my stomach. I felt Taz hover over me as he lifted a small bottle of something that he’d brought into the room with him.

I felt him pour a trail of warm, oily liquid onto my back. His hands immediately started to gently massage the warm oil into my skin. It seemed to get warmer as he rubbed gently in circular motions over my shoulders, between, them and then on down to my lower back.

I moaned softly as he continued administering the warming oil to my hips, my butt and then on lower to the back of my thighs.

“This is a special blended massage oil,” he explained softly. “It does warm upon contact to the skin. It also contains pheromones that promote a feeling of calm and relaxation. How does it feel, Lindsey?”

“Mmm,” I sighed, “it feels so good.”

Taz continued the erotic massage, covering every part of my body, including my feet which nearly caused me to climax then and there. I’d no idea that feet were considered an erogenous zone until he clued me in as he saw my reaction to his magical oil and hands.

“Roll over now. Let’s do the front.”

I did so without hesitation. I was eager to feel his hands with that lovely oil all over the front of me now.

It was exquisite. He took his time, gently, soothingly rubbing all of the fear, anxiety and frustration out of me. God, this felt like heaven.

He straddled me and, as his fingertips circled my nipples, I could feel his erection grow. The tip of his cock was now lightly brushing back and forth against my stomach and abdomen.

His head lowered and his tongue now circled the rosy peaks of my breasts, flicking over them, his teeth ever so gently nipping at the crests. His hands moved lower, gently caressing my hips and thighs. His fingertips massaged the soft folds of my pussy…plying them apart and working magic with his expert touch.

He leaned back over towards the stand, wiping his hands free of the oil with a towel he’d placed there. He picked up another bottle of clear liquid.

“This is lubrication, Lindsey. This one’s okay to be used on the genital areas. It also has a warming ingredient that’ll assist in preparing you for penetration.”

I watched as he poured several drops into his hand and then proceeded to massage the lubricating oil throughout the folds of my pussy, his fingers now gently entering me in soft in and out strokes. My eyes were glassy with pleasure. I wanted more.

“Taz,” I softly moaned, “Please?”

“Not quite there yet, baby girl. Be patient.”

He continued the gyrations with his fingers, adding a third one. While it didn’t hurt, it wasn’t quite as pleasurable as with just two. My hips were rotating with pleasure, moving up and down as he fingered me expertly.

“That’s my girl,” he cooed softly to me, his voice husky and sexy. “That’s my baby girl.”

His mouth found mine and we kissed.

I circled my arms around his strong neck, pulling his face closer as his right hand continued fucking me with his long fingers.

I could feel his fingers inside of me; two of them bending at the tips as if signaling a “come here” motion. Whatever spot they were tapping against inside of me felt damn good. I moaned louder now.

Taz’s tongue was exploring my mouth. My tongue found his and they swirled playfully together. I loved the taste of him, the scent of him, and the feel of him. God, if I wasn’t ready to be fucked now, I never would be.

He leaned over, not stopping what his fingers were doing below, and grabbed the condom packet with his other hand. Damn he could multi-task. He ripped it open with his teeth and raised his torso up a bit.

“I want you to put this on my cock,” he instructed. “Start at the tip and then just roll it on down to the base.”

I nodded, watching as he thrust his hardened cock forward a bit. My fingers trembled with the pleasure that I was still feeling in my core as he continued to work his fingers in the most exquisite ways. I rolled the condom down as he instructed.

His free hand checked the reservoir at the tip to make sure it hadn’t been pulled down too tightly. He then grabbed one of the pillows and placed it under my butt to elevate it just a bit.

His mouth lowered back to mine, kissing my lips and tugging at my lower one with his teeth. His tongue found mine again as we kissed. I could feel his fingers leaving me now to grasp the base of his erection.

I felt the head of it as his hand guided it towards me, circling the tip of it to lightly massage my clitoris. I was dripping wet for him. My hips were swiveling now…probably some primal mating instinct telling the male it’s time to bring it on home.

“This is going to hurt, Lindsey. There’s no getting around that. You need to tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

His lips were against mine as he whispered those words to me. His warm breath sent shivers down my spine.

“I will,” I whispered. “I want you now.”

I felt him push himself deeper inside of me; my legs spread apart instinctively to welcome him in. My hips continued to gyrate against him as he gave a quick thrust to bury himself a bit deeper.

Shit this hurts!

His mouth continued to devour mine, his teeth nipping at my lips, trying to take my mind off of “ground zero,” I suppose. I continued kissing him back and moving beneath him. My fingers were splayed across his back, my nails tracing circular patterns as my hips moved in unison with them. I promised myself I would not cry out.

He gave one final thrust that caused him to moan, as if in pain. It was nothing compared to the searing white pain that shot through me and the scream from me that followed.

He stilled himself inside of me. “Are you okay?”

Tears were streaming down my cheeks, but I nodded, being the “trooper” I was. “The worst is over, right?” I asked between clenched teeth.

“I think so, baby. I need to move inside of you, though. Can you hang with it?”

“I can,” I murmured, unconvinced. I’d asked for this, and by God, Taz was delivering.

And then he moved and it was less painful. He did so again and again. He was now murmuring to me, which I found quite arousing, whispering things to me, and kissing my mouth passionately as he did so.

“You’re so fucking sweet,” he whispered against my lips. “God, you’re so sweet and beautiful.”

His rhythm increased bit by bit. Each time, he would ask if I was okay. I was. I was more than okay.

My legs were now wrapped tightly around his hips. My freshly-massaged feet and toes were digging into his muscular ass with a vengeance. This no longer hurt. This felt
damn
fine, as a matter of fact.

I felt a different sensation now as Taz continued to rock in and out of me. His hands had pulled my hips up at an angle so that his cock was hitting that same ‘come hither’ spot that his fingers had tapped earlier.

Now it was different. He was swiveling his hips so that the tip was circling it over and over again. He would then change course and rock into me so it would hit full force in the center of that seemingly engorged bundle of nerve endings. Damn!

I felt warmth spreading throughout my core that was building up into a vortex of pure pleasure…begging for release.

I heard Taz groan and I was right there with him.

“Oh my God,” I said. “Oh God, don’t stop!”

I couldn’t believe it was me shouting those things to him, but I didn’t care.

Taz rocked in and out of me; both of us moaning and saying things, dirty things to each other. Words that I’d never used before spewed from my lips as the release of my climax unraveled magically and fluidly from me.

We came together and it rocked.

I’d never, ever felt anything so primal and yet so pleasurable in my entire life. I felt as if our bodies, for that moment in time, were fused together as one.

I now knew what all of the fuss was about…why Mom screamed Slate’s name and used language I’d never heard her use before.

It all made perfect sense to me.

As the waves of pleasure washed over us both, I could feel my toes curled up against Taz’s back.

Our climax started winding down, leaving me with a delightful tingling sensation from head to toe.

I placed my hands on either side of this man’s beautiful face and left kisses all over it.

His fingers were tangled in my hair as his arm had somehow ended up curled above my head on the pillow.

His tongue traced over my lips as he whispered softly to me. “You’re my sweet angel, Lindsey.”

We lay there for a few minutes, catching our breath and collecting our thoughts.

Then slowly, he pulled himself out of me, checking below for the damage.

“Baby girl,” he said, “I think maybe you need to take a bath and let some warm water heal you up a little.”

“Is it bad? I’m afraid to look down there.”

“You’ll live,” he laughed, tossing the towel on his night stand so it landed between my sticky wet thighs.

He propelled himself off of the bed, totally comfortable with his naked swagger as he left his bedroom.

I crooked my arm up under my head and released a contented sigh. It was done. I’d finally crossed over the line from maidenhood to womanhood.

Darcy would totally make fun of that expression (if I dared to verbalize it), which I never would. I knew it was corny, but hell, it was how I felt at the moment and I was damn proud of it.

When Taz returned to his bedroom, he’d put a pair of sweats on. He threw a bath towel over to me and said he’d run a bath for me and to get my ass in there to soak.

I scooted off the bed, noticing for the first time the smattering of blood on his bed sheets. I quickly looked up at him and he had a half-smirk going.

“Not to worry, Lindsey. I’m pretty sure I have something that takes virgin blood out.”

My cheeks flushed red and I gave him a “look” as I wrapped the towel around me and padded off to the bathroom.

Taz had put bath oils in the water, which I found kind of sweet, yet puzzling. I wondered how often the women in Taz’s life stayed around long enough to need a bath. According to my mom, she wasn’t aware of Taz even having a short-term relationship since she’d known Slate.

I soaked in the soothing bubbles, feeling extremely fulfilled and contented. I wondered if I looked any different. I was so relaxed I’d nearly dozed off when I heard Taz tap on the door.

“Lindsey, I have your clothes here. Can I bring them in?”

I cocked an eyebrow at the door. Had he not just seen every part of my body naked? Why the sudden concern for my modesty?

“Sure,” I called out, lifting a sponge to start washing my body.

He stepped in and I gave him a smile. He stopped mid-way in and gave me a look.

“What?” I asked, watching his frown.

“You better get that “just-fucked” smile off of your face before you walk through the door of your house,” he warned.

He set my folded clothes on the seat of the toilet.

I hadn’t even thought about home. Oh my God.

“What time is it, Taz?”

“It’s a little after 7 a.m.”

“Holy crap,” I said, scrambling to rinse the soap off by splashing tub water on me. I needed to get my ass in gear and head home now.

I got up and grabbed the towel once again, scooting Taz out so that I could dry off and get dressed. Five minutes later, I emerged freshly-bathed and clothed.

Taz was right there with a glass of water and some Advil tablets in his hands.

“What’s that for?” I asked, puzzled.

“It’s for you, silly. I thought you might be feeling some pain or tenderness down there.”

I thought about how sweet of a gesture that was for Taz. I felt fine, but hell, if it made him feel better to think he’d nearly split me in half, I was down with it.

“Thank you,” I said softly, taking the tablets and water from him.

He walked me to the door, helping me on with my jacket.

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