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motion of my hips, but he places a firm hand on my belly. His voice, commanding and authoritative, rings in my head again, silently scolding me into compliance.
    Don’t do that, Alice.
    I lie still and quiver beneath him, fighting every urge I have to jerk my hips or grind against his nose as his tongue makes love to my dripping crevice. His long tongue massages my insides as my body heat spikes and my blood runs cold. My fingers ball into a fist, latching onto the soft bedspread beneath us, foolishly attempting to regain control that I never possessed in the first place.
    But then, finally, his lips clamp around my clitoris. He gives one, long suck and pauses to witness the waves that crash down around me. My mouth drops open in a silent scream as my back arches off the bed. He doesn’t try to control my movements this time nor does he punish me for them. My body twists and twitches against my will and he regards me silently with amusement.
    When I find my voice, I moan loudly towards the ceiling. My fingers, aching and stiff from their iron grip on the bed, detach as my muscles turn to warm milk. Charles studies me for only a moment before resuming his masterful language against my throbbing slit, denying me the rest I so painfully need. It’s a battle I cannot win. I grieve for my sensitive tissues as they fight for a reprieve. I breathe deep, filling my lungs with cold air, searching for a sweet balance to overcome me and silence my screams of ecstasy.
    Charles reaches up and grabs my knees. I wince and coo with disappointment as he slides them off his shoulders and his mouth drifts farther and farther away from my begging loins. He towers over me and presses his lips against mine. My tongue twitches with desire as I taste myself upon him. My mouth waters for more.
    He grabs for the condom and brings it to his teeth to tear open. I watch as he slides the rubber onto his firm cock, slowly unrolling it to cover everything down to the base. He takes his hardness in his hands and sets it between my legs, his eyes watching mine to make sure I see it. It presses firm against my moist folds, throbbing for shelter like an animal caught in a storm. He rises to sit back on his feet and grabs my hips, pulling me in as close as possible.
    “Touch it,” he urges, his voice laced with passion.
    I extend my fingers and feel the smooth, latex-wrapped manhood for the first time. It twitches at my touch and I hear his breaths above me, quick and soft.
    “I want you to put it inside, Alice,” he says.
    I blink, my body tense. “What?”
    “This is your moment,” he says. “The first pain. It’s yours to control.” He leans down to kiss me once more before floating back up and waiting for me to make my move.
    I hesitate as my inexperience claims me. Where does it go? I think, biting my tongue to keep from saying it out loud. I observe our trembling bodies before taking hold of his thick shaft. My fingers wrap around it. The ends of his lips twitch. A deep breath stutters between my lips as I move his member down. I place it against my moist crevice. My instincts drive me further, reacting to my pleasures until his tip touches my entrance and sigh with desire.
    Charles’ eyes focus on mine. I expect him to lose patience with me and chew his lip with frustration, but he surprises me with his control. He lets me take my time. I pull him closer and push the tip inside an inch.
    I feel the first bit of resistance. A dull muscle pain, piercing in intensity, fighting against me to remain as it is. I wince and pull him out.
    “I’m sorry…” I tell him. The pain inside overwhelms me and I turn away from him, hiding from any disappointment that he surely wears on his face.
    Charles tilts his head to the side and places a hand on my face. He says nothing. I feel a sudden surge of remorse, a knee-jerk reaction to the possibility of disappointing him. I recoil from his touch and cover my face in shame.
    “Shh, now,” he whispers.