He tugged her down to lie on the bed. They lay facing each other. When he smiled at her, she felt certain her smile back was manic and over the top. But it didn’t appear to faze him. He moved until his mouth was touched her bare skin. He kissed thrilling paths down her neck, across her breasts to her groin. His hand, warm and firm, slid underneath her panties and caressed her bum and then after a spine-tingling pause, her cunt. He pulled her undies down over her hips, and his mouth moved down and his tongue moved into the folds of her body.
She gasped in
surprise and pleasure. Her father had
never done this. But then, it had never
been about her pleasure.
Keith lifted his
head and looked at her and his eyes were almost black instead of their usual
warm chocolate. He smiled. Their enjoyment was shared and mutual in a
way that was magical and marvellous to her.
She heard the
sound of foil tearing and the snap of a condom.
He lifted his torso off hers and guided himself into her with one hand.
She turned her
head sideways. She felt herself tighten
up. She tried to will herself to open to
him. She couldn’t. Oh,
God, it was going to hurt just as much as it had with her father.
Keith
stopped. “You OK?” he asked, concern in
his voice.
She was unable to
speak. A tear trickled down her cheek. She couldn’t meet his anxious look.
He abruptly pulled
out of her. Don’t go, she wanted to cry.
Don’t! And then, Dad
has won after all. Why did I ever think
it would be all right? What a fool I am!
Keith pulled her
into his arms and held her close. His
eyes smouldered with anger. But his rage
was not for her—his voice was gentle. He
kissed away her tears.
“It’s OK,
Ezzaloona-babe. There’s more than one
way to make love. Let me shaow you.”
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