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“Damn, you’re good. I would have never dreamed you could become such a little vixen. I can’t resist you another moment, little girl. I’ve tried. Whoever trained you – trained you well.” All the happenings of the last twenty-four hours coalesced in his mind. “I don’t know what you’ve been doing and I don’t claim to understand what’s going on – but if anybody else is going to have you, it’s gonna be me.”

Avery was having a hard time concentrating on his words. Instead, she was watching his expression and it told her one thing – clearly. Isaac wanted her. He wanted to make love to her and that was the grandest miracle of all. He set her gently aside, stood up and began to strip. “Lay right there, Avery. Flat on your back and don’t move a muscle.” There wasn’t a moment’s hesitation as she sought to obey, scooting back on the velvet bedspread. “Do you want me?” he asked her straight out.

“Yes, sir.” Isaac had no idea why she used those exact words. Did she understand the significance? What that phrase did to him? Tossing his clothes to one side, he let his gaze slide over her hot little body. “Are you wet for me?” His thought had been that she would dip her fingers between her legs to feel. God, no – instead she bent her knees, spread her legs and opened for him so he could see for himself. Fuck! She was pink, opened up like a flower, and as creamy as an erotic éclair’. “Damn, honey. Avery, I want you in so many ways, I don’t know where to start.”

“Would you kiss me?” she asked in a hesitant voice. Holding up one hand, she beckoned him.

She had asked him this before. He remembered. God, he was grateful that he got a second chance to fulfill that request. “Hell, yeah!” He covered her body like he was going to do push-ups over the top of her and began to devour her mouth. She framed his face and opened for him, his tongue sliding against hers was heavenly. Isaac’s hot male taste tantalized as he overwhelmed her with a grinding kiss that caused her to forget every doubt she had. They shared little bites and nibbles – he sucked at her lips and she tried to take over the kiss – demanding more. “Uh – uh – my rodeo,” he teased, surprising her as he softened the kiss and made it sweet – licking her teeth, mapping her mouth with forays of that rough, velvet tongue.

Lord, he was softening her for the kill, brushing insistent, tender kisses at the corners of her quivering lips. Avery had never dreamed a kiss could be like this. And God – that was his cock he was rubbing over her mound. Avery felt liquid heat pouring from her body – her thong would be sopping at this rate.

“Never get enough,” he moaned as he lips slid down her throat. “Can’t pass these up,” he whispered against her skin as he buried his face in her cleavage and began licking and nuzzling both breasts.

She was in heaven. Now, this is what she always knew lovemaking could be like. “Suck them, Isaac. I need to feel your lips on me. Please?”

Normally, he didn’t take direction from his partner – he was always in charge. Tonight was different, because this woman was different. “Yes, mam.” Leaning on one elbow, he cupped one breast in his hand and molded it – squeezing until the nipple was poised for his lips. With the flat of his tongue, he licked it, tracing the nipple round and round like he was swirling ice cream on a cone. Avery whimpered and he latched on – sucking hard, using tongue and teeth, feasting – working his mouth down over her breast as if he were going to consume it whole.

“I never heard you cuss, before. Course, you’ve done a lot of growing up, lately.” Taking her nipple between his teeth – he chewed – delicately. “Do you like that?” His answer came when she arched her back, pushing her tits into his face. “You do, don’t you?”

“Uhhuh, I sure do. It’s delicious.”

“Why don’t you cum for me? Could you do that?” Not waiting for an answer, Isaac went back to work at her breasts, committed to bringing her ultimate pleasure. He massaged and kneaded, working one nipple between his fingers while sucking on the other.

“Harder,” she begged.

Damn! His baby liked a little pain with her pleasure. So, he pulled at her nipples – twisting them just a little. A pinch, a nip, a bite of erotic fire – all coupled with long, sensuous pulls. Avery rubbed her thighs together; she even put her hand on her own clit, desperately needing the friction.

“Let me,” he pushed his leg between her, lifting it so his thigh was touching her mons. “Ride me,” he instructed.

Avery was operating on pure instinct and erotic hunger. At first she didn’t understand, but when his hard muscle touched her clit – she got it. Wrapping one leg over his, she rubbed her aching pussy up and down his leg – dragging her clit deliciously over his hair-roughened flesh. “Oh, yeah,” this was what she needed. Holding him tightly, she let the feelings come. “Isaac – I can’t stop,” she whimpered as he ate at her breasts – suckling to the same rhythm as the blood that pulsed in her clit. “Isaac! God! Oh baby, I’m cumming.” Iridescent lights and colors flashed behind her lids as she climaxed – the second one of her life and this one was better than the first. Isaac whispered in her ear, just soft praise words – endearments – bringing her down easy.

“God, you’re beautiful when you cum. Did you like that?” He rubbed his face on her breasts – loving the voluptuousness of her body.

“Very much, thank you.”

“Darlin, you’re so polite and I’m so damn hard.” He rose up over her. “I don’t care how many men you’ve been with – tonight you’re mine.” He took a condom from his nightstand drawer and sheathed himself.

“I’m on birth control,” she whispered.

Isaac didn’t say anything. There was no use hurting her feelings, but pregnancy hadn’t been his first thought - it was how many men she had given pleasure. “Spread your legs, I’ve got to get inside of you before I explode.” Taking his cock in his hand, he placed the head at her opening and pushed in – hard. Tight, Lord she was tight. Just about half his cock was inside and he was going to have to work his way in. She gave a tiny ragged whimper in the curve of his neck – he felt it more than heard it. “Avery?”

God, it hurt! Avery bit back a cry, not wanting him to know she was in pain. She had known that losing one’s virginity could hurt, – but, she hadn’t let herself dwell on it. Making love with Isaac was too important. And what had he said – other men? What other men? “I’m okay, please. Don’t stop.” she urged him.

He started to pull out, but she tightened her hold on him and pushed upward. Her pussy was swollen and hot and plenty wet, so he pulled out and thrust back in – deeper. And then he felt it – resistance. Avery’s whole body tensed. “Damn.” She was a virgin! How in the fuck was that possible? Isaac felt like he was in the twilight zone. Nothing was making sense. The only thing he could process was that his cock was in heaven and it wasn’t willing to call it a day.

“Make love to me, Isaac. Please.” She wasn’t willing to backtrack. This was the man she loved, and nothing he could do to her was wrong. Wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, she tried to move her internal muscles the way the girls had taught her. Of course the Keigel exercises had felt different without Isaac’s huge penis inside of her. God, he was big.

He couldn’t stop. His whole body was clamoring for release. And when he felt her little pussy working on his cock, he gave in to his body’s demands. “Baby, I don’t understand, but I want you too much to stop now.” One thing he could do was be gentle.

And the other thing he could do was to make sure she enjoyed it as much as he did. Hell, it was delicious. “Oh love – you’ll never know how good this feels.” She was so hot and so snug and slick - and right. It was just so damn right. This was Avery. This was Avery. This was his Avery. His mind chanted the same litany – over and over again.

She felt him pull almost all the way out, and then slowly glide back in again. “Oh, that felt good.” And it had, the shock had worn off and all that remained was a good burn and this incredible feeling of being stretched and filled. “More,” she raised her hips to meet his thrusts. Her request seemed to be what he needed to hear, because he let go. Avery had never dreamed that the connection between a man and a woman could be so complete and electric. As her father’s wedding sermons always said – two became one. Isaac was inside of her, on top of her, wrapped around her and she felt like she wanted to stay that way forever. This was so much more than sex – to her – this was everything.

“Are you okay?” His voice was hoarse with passion.

“God, yes – this is what I’ve wanted for so long.” Isaac stopped and was still. “No! Why did you quit?” Avery clutched his shoulders and looked into his eyes. She couldn’t read his expression. “What’s wrong?”

Isaac dipped down and kissed her lips softly. His weight was pressing her into the bed and she couldn’t believe how safe it made her feel. “Nothing’s wrong except I’m too excited.” He nuzzled her neck and sucked, Avery hoped it would leave a mark. “You’re squeezing me so tight and it feels so damn good. I don’t want to come before you do.”

Joy bubbled up inside of Avery. “I don’t mind.” She rubbed her lips on his shoulder. “I’m just happy to be here with you like this.”

“Well, I mind. Give me your hands.” He held up enough so he could take each of her hands in his and he held them on either side of her head. “Hold on, love. I’ve about to make both of us feel really good.” Her legs were spread wide with her knees bent and he was covering her completely. And with her hands immobilized, she felt captured like an Arabian slave girl commanded to do her Master’s bidding. Isaac was everything she had ever wanted – caring, passionate and with a fierce edge that made her heart race. Somehow he angled his body so that every thrust he made was giving her extreme pleasure. “Better?” he managed to ask through gritted teeth.

“Uh-huh,” that was all she could manage. Something was building – she didn’t know if it was due to how he was making her feel or the thrill of knowing that Isaac was enjoying her gift to him. “I love it.”

“Avery, baby, sugar – God, this is good.”

Yes, it was. Heat, light, and an electric fizz sizzled from deep within her and radiated out to every part of her body. “Isaac! Yes! God, yes!” she cried as her climax overwhelmed her.

When Avery came, he knew it, there was no way he could miss it. Her pussy milked him like a velvet fist. And she lifted – her whole body arched up into him. With her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, she came up to him, clinging to him like the sweetest vine. It was the most touching, erotic display he had ever witnessed. When Avery came, she came with her whole body, her sweet cries and whispers a testimony to the rapture she was experiencing. If he hadn’t been about to explode anyway, her total euphoric reaction would have been enough to send him over the edge. The rush was so powerful and so sweet – Isaac shouted his release. “Avery! Sweet Baby! Yes! Yes!” Waves of ecstasy swept over his body, and all the while he held her tight, loving the little ripples of aftershocks around his cock as the orgasm swept over them both.

Coming down from that incredible high took a few minutes and he rolled over on his back and took her with him. Damn, she felt so good in his arms. With a shaky hand, he pushed back a lock of hair from her damp forehead, and planted a kiss there for good measure. His heart lurched when she exhaled a big satisfied sigh and nestled down in his embrace. What he wanted to do was stay like this forever, but there were things that needed to be said, and they just wouldn’t wait another day. So with reluctance, he eased out from under her and sat up so he could see her face. “Avery, I think it’s about time you told me just what the hell is going on. Don’t you?”

Chapter Four

Avery lay in Isaac McCoy’s bed – naked. That fact, in and of itself, was truly momentous. Even better, Isaac was standing, heart-stoppingly nude, just a few feet away. What a pity he wanted to blow the mood by talking. “What do you mean? There’s nothing going on.” Avery felt a twinge of guilt. She didn’t like to lie, and this was a form of fibbing, because she had a pretty good idea what he was talking about.

Isaac looked at her sternly, “Avery Rose, you know exactly what I mean.”

She smiled at him. “Talking doesn’t sound fun. We just made love and it was something that I’d like to repeat at the earliest opportunity.” Jeepers. Why couldn’t she be sexy? She made their rowdy bout of sex sound like a coffee klatch.

Isaac did his best not to smile. She had to be the sweetest thing in the world. For just a second he let himself look at her. She was his pin-up girl. Avery wasn’t stick skinny like most of the women nowadays. She was curvy and soft – voluptuous and sexy-as-hell. Hell, now his cock was getting hard again. He pushed it down with his hand and it bounced back up and Avery giggled. “Lord, deliver me,” he prayed.

“The Lord might not help you with that, but I can,” she purred.

“Stop it, Avery Rose! Let’s not piss off the Almighty. I think we have enough problems, as it is. This is serious.” He didn’t get dressed, but he did sit down and pull the bedspread over his adventurous appendage. She pouted, sticking that sweet bottom lip out and he had to fight himself to keep from kissing it. “Now, explain yourself.”

With a huff, she flounced on her back and pulled the other side of the bedspread across her middle, effectively covering both her tits and her pussy from his hungry gaze.

“What do you want to know – exactly?” One did not cooperate with the enemy. She was almost tempted to just give him name, rank and serial number or in her case name, age and tax number.

Isaac frowned, “I don’t even know where to start.” Thinking back over the last wild twenty-four hours, he started with the obvious. “What are you trying to accomplish by acting so out of character? And don’t try making something up, I’ll know.” He used his best Dom tone, which was a miracle, since his body wanted to bow at her feet and grant her every wish.