Warning: Another mature content. What's a romantic story without romance in it? *wink* We are never so vulnerable than when we trust someone - but paradoxically, if we cannot trust, neither can we find love or joy - Walter Anderson. Ansel kissed her from her lips, all over her face, to her neck and by the time he was at her breasts again, she couldn't even remember her name. All she could talk about and feel was pure pleasure. She was floating in bliss and she was ready. She wriggled in his hands as she tried rising so that she could ask him to hurry. But he understood her and he did hurry but not in the way she expected. He had another plan in mind. He slid towards the foot of the bed until his legs were hanging beyond the bed but his head was on her waist. He looked at her and he could tell that she was ready but since this was her first time, he wanted to make sure that he would give her pleasure that even though she was to feel pain later, it wouldn't even come close to the
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