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writhed as best she could.
She wanted Braden to want her, to make Braden horny. If Braden kept
this up much longer, Heather would have no choice but to launch
herself at the fellow and just try and seduce him…she didn’t care
how long it took. There was no way in hell she could run
now.
    “ Come here.” Braden patted
the blanket beside him as Heather danced to the inner music,
leaving only the bow around her neck, the jewelry on her feet, and
some clip-on ear rings.
    She dropped the loose moccasins at the
edge of the blanket, and squeezed in as tight to Braden’s hip again
as she could.
    “ No…lay down on your
stomach.”
    Complying, Braden gave her a long,
loving massage, starting gently but becoming more firm as he went
on. He did every inch of her body, from head to toe. It was
sensual, and reassuring, she had to admit. With the evening gloom
advancing, Heather’s slender white body was soft and warm under his
touch. She began to relax, to try and help him. He really was being
very nice about it, taking his time and everything.
    “ Turn over.” Heather roused
herself from the luxurious lethargy and rolled over on her
back.
    Braden held a breast and stared into a
fully-alert Heather’s eyes for a moment as her hands stroked his.
He squeezed and rolled her nipple around as she panted. His other
hand was on her stomach. She felt safer now with him. She clutched
as his hands, silently begging him with her eyes.
    “ What did you say that
safe-word was again?”
    “ Fuck my mouth. Fuck me all
night long. Please, Braden. Oh, God, please fuck me.”
    Braden smiled and bit his
lip.
    “ When I’m ready. But tell
me what you want. Honestly, that’s the best thing right now. I’m
like you—I want us both to have a good time. I can’t believe how
beautiful you are.”
    She really was something.
    Heather took a quick breath and then
let it all gush out.
    “ You could hug me and kiss
me a lot. That’s always good.” Staring up at Braden, she gulped.
“You could suck and bite my nipples…kiss me all over. Finger me.
Love me, hug me, squeeze me. Stick your tongue in my ear. Nibble my
earlobes. Oh, and tell me what you’re going to do to me. Talk dirty
to me, Braden! If I’m bad, you could please maybe give me a little
spanking…tell me I look good. Oh, God, tell me I’m pretty, and
sexy, and that you want me. Fuck, oh, God, you wonderful, strong,
gorgeous hunk of a man…that would pretty much do it.” That was
quite a speech and he nodded seriously.
    He held her as she trembled and shook
in his arms, tears dry now but with a look of pure neediness on her
soft, clean, oval face. She was very fragile and he really liked
this girl. He thought about the impact a real jerk might have had
on her. Braden had some guilt over this already…
    Braden appeared to consider. Heather
looked up, so vulnerable, and so sexy. She was a submissive person.
She’d had a lifetime of it. Heather wanted freedom. She’d just have
to put up with some torment, in fact a lot of foreplay would make
things easier. It would be better for her. They had gotten this far
and they had all week. He moved around some, pushing her legs apart
and getting in between them.
    “ Okay, pull your knees up
and then put your legs up on my shoulders.”
    “ Oh!”
    Heather had nothing to say, just
breathing deeply and staring wild-eyed at Braden’s big shoulders
and his face especially, as he fondled her cunt.
    “ So you’re a virgin. Hmn.
Not for long, my little one.” Heather moaned and gasped as Braden
leaned in close, eyes locked on hers as he squeezed her breasts
with strong fingers, leaving a wet spot shiny in the golden light
of her right breast. He licked her mouth and all under her chin. He
bent low between Heather’s legs to lick and nibble at her
pussy.
    “ Oh, oh. Please, Braden,
not too fast.”
    “ So who am I?”
    Heather stared with the most solemn
look. She swallowed. Her breasts pointed skyward, sharp nipples
bobbing around. He