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the palm of his right hand, as if to feel the rhythmical drawing inside her womb that his suckling mouth was producing.
And perhaps he did. Abigail felt closer to Robert, cradling his head while he hungrily fed at her breast, than she had ever felt toward any other person.
Just when she thought that milk would indeed drip from her nipple, the black world of passion tilted. She was swung up into his armsher right breast caught between their bodiesand then she was lying on the bed with her head sinking into a soft pillow and the cold knotting of the quilt pricking her back.
"Cream, Abigail." Hard, hot fingers delved between her thighs. "You're dripping with it. Do you ever put your fingers inside of you when you fantasize?"
Lightning shot up through Abigail's body. "Of course not!"
"Our agreement, lady." Slowly, gently, he mapped out the soft folds of flesh between her legs, overruling modesty, overcoming resistance. "I want to know every erotic thought, every touch."
Abigail held herself rigidly.
Everything,
he had said. And she had agreed. But Robert was taking controland she did not know if she liked that. It was what her fantasy man didbut this was
not
fantasy.
She felt wet and exposed and there was nothing to do but ... enjoy it.
And add to her bank of memories.
"No," she reaffirmed on a soft intake of air. "I do not."
"Does your fantasy man?"
"Yes."
Oh, yes ...

"How many fingers does he put inside you?"
She closed her eyes, blocking out the black silhouette that was more than fantasy. "Three. Do you fantasize about putting your fingers inside a woman?"
"Yes." His fingers swirled and swirled, there at the entrance to her body, gathering moisture, creating heat.
She could hear the wet play over the staccato sounds of the stormor was it her breathing that was so uneven? "How many fingers do you fantasize about putting inside of a woman?"
"Five. I fantasize about sticking my whole fist inside her."
Abigail's eyelids snapped open. She remembered the length of his fingers in the circle of candlelight. Remembered the size of his hands, clasped between hers. "That ... Surely that is not possible."
"Perhaps. Certainly not with a virgin. Perhaps after a woman has had a child or two ... You're so small here." Abigail involuntarily squirmed at the deepening pressure. "Hold still. I can feel your maidenhead; you're taut as a drum. It hardly seems possible that you could accept Take my finger, Abigail."
Abigail took the entire burning length. And gasped into the fury of the rain and the wind.
It was raw invasion. It was his body becoming a part of hers.
It was the substance that books and fantasy lacked.
The foot of the bed dipped; she drew her legs up to counteract the motion, opening herself wider, forcing the finger more deeply inside her. A gust of heat seared her stomach. "Talk to me. Tell me what it feels like to have a man's finger inside you."
Abigail threw her head back, concentrating on the sensations serrating her body instead of the dark silhouette poised over her. "Your finger feelshot. And rough. It burns. I feel open. And stretched."
"Not stretched enough. Is this what you feel like when your fantasy man puts his finger inside you?"
"No."
Oh, no ...

The reality of having a man's finger inside her bore no resemblance at all to the fantasy.
This was heat and cold and bone and muscles with the knotting of the quilt underneath her and the knot of his knuckle inside her.
"Take another finger, Abigail."
The burning fullness that was more than fantasy abruptly turned to painful intrusion as one finger became two. "Stop"
"Lie still. Relax. You are a virgin, there's bound to be some pain. It will passlet it become pleasure."
Abigail forced herself to lie still. She felt uncertain and vulnerable and stretched beyond endurance. This was
not
fantasy. Yet ... Yet her body pulsed and throbbed around the invading digits, telling Abigail there was indeed pleasure beyond pain. Telling her
"I think my fantasy man has smaller hands,