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As she sought to cover herself, he caught her hands, lifting her arms above her head, pinning her wrists beneath his left hand. His right hand roamed over her breasts, stroking and gently massaging.
His gaze captured hers as his knee rubbed at her, angling her legs wide. His fingers trailed over her thighs, skirting around, evading that which he truly sought. Lauren could see the passion in his eyes; the game he played cost him dearly. Finally, he probed her cleft with a single finger that slid in between her folds. He parted her, entering a fraction.
"You are wet for me already, Lauren."
"Yes. Are you shocked?"
He frowned. "How--why would I be shocked by your response to me? I am delighted, because you pay me a compliment. Allow me to reward you."
"I will release your wrists if you promise never to hide yourself from me again."
"Ok. I suppose it is a bit late for modesty."
Laughing, he released her hands. He bent forward, his long hair trailing over her body. She shivered in delight at the silken sweep of his hair. He lowered over her, keeping his weight from her by his knees and elbows.
She felt his penis tip touch her belly button. He probed and she gasped.
"One day I hope I may love you as a man, my pride inside you, deep inside you, stretching you wide. Would you enjoy that do you think?"
Lauren bit her lip. Enjoy would be an understatement, but she wasn't going to tell him that! His pride, like his prick would swell to intolerable proportions.
She reached down and grasped his erection, scrolling her fingers up and down its length.
"Oh ... yes," he whispered. "That feels so good. Do it harder. Faster.Then slow and gradual. At your discretion."
His beautiful face was lined with passion and he flung back his head.