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this strange new ocean of sensual pleasure so freshly discovered. Hazily, she was aware of her nails digging into his skin and tears of emotion squeezing from the corners of her eyes.
    And when she opened her eyes, her glasses were misted again.
    For a little while they lay together, not moving. Ethan’s fingers were still resting lightly in her sticky cleft, and against her thigh, she felt his cock pressing against her, burning hot and completely restored to rampant vigor. But he didn’t pressure her to receive him. He just let his flesh, latent with power, rest against her.
    Capsized in contentment as she was, Lucy gradually began to take more and more notice of his hardness. There he was, all at readiness. Could her senses cope with another round of ecstasy so soon? Could her maiden body receive so sizable a member?
    Well, there was only one way to find the answers to those questions.
    “Do you think you might be able to service me in the time-honored way now, perhaps?”
    Ethan chuckled, a low masculine rumble of amusement. Was she being too forward? She didn’t see how that was possible. In this situation, it seemed that a bit of female initiative was more than welcome. He certainly hadn’t been shocked or horrified when she’d sucked his cock.
    “I’m quite certain of it, my dear. In fact, I think I’ll go quite cross-eyed with lust if I don’t do so immediately.” His long fingers moved against her, stirring the embers. Not that they needed it. She was suddenly all afire for whatever he had to offer, whether it be his touches and caresses, or the ultimate conclusion.
    But he continued to stroke her and rouse her, bringing a fresh flow of silky dew to her eager puss. In a still, quiet, assessing corner of her mind, she nodded approvingly at his technique. She’d told him she was a maid, and he was attempting to assure her an easy first time. In her heart and soul and senses, she almost wanted to howl at him to just get on with it, but his thoughtfulness still induced a strange shiver that wasn’t in the slightest bit to do with the flesh.
    “I’m ready, Ethan,” she said, pulling at his wrist in an attempt to urge him to replace his fingers with another part of his anatomy.
    “I hope so,” he said, sitting up, his handsome face more serious. “I’ll be careful, but I don’t want to hurt you….” He pursed his lips, and then leaned over her more closely, cradling her face with the very fingers that had touched her. “You have nothing to fear from me, Lucy. I’m clean and healthy, and I’ll pull out in time to stop you getting pregnant.”
    Those considerations had never crossed her mind, she admitted, thinking how naive and foolhardy she must seem to him. It was a good job that one of them had at least retained a modicum of good sense and reality in this most unreal of encounters.
    “Thank you,” she said, placing her hand over his. “And I do trust you, Ethan,” she added, meaning the words completely.
    With a kiss on her forehead, he sealed their pact, and then leaned back again, to divest himself of his clothing.
    Stockings, breeches and drawers, they all came off quickly. He moved with a blend of grace, and obvious hunger to be rid of them. When he was bare, he threw himself down beside her again, an object of sublime male beauty, all golden skin and perfect rippling muscle. Running her hand down his flank, Lucy wondered whether he might be something of a naturist. She’d first noticed when he was bathing that he was quite sun-kissed all over, his skin color even and sleekly glowing.
    “Do I meet with your approval?” He smiled at her, and then set his hand to his cock, as if displaying it as a treasure laid before her.
    “Eminently, as you well know.” If she were not so avid to experience the carnal act, she would have hungered to kiss and lick him once again. Gripping his hip, she urged him toward her. “Please, Ethan, lie with me. I’m anxious to know what it’s like to be