I RESTLESSLY PACE THE BEDROOM as I wait for him.

I’m beginning to feel hot and sticky in my privates. The lady who waxed me at the spa landscaped by pubes, so I’m practically bare down there with just a little tuft left. I’ve never thought so much of these vanities. I’ve never had a man in my life that made me want to prepare myself for intimacies like what I’m about to have with Jeff.

I’m so wet down there and I can feel it more without my pubes. My wetness is seeping through my panties, making the joinder of my legs slippery, and they rub when I walk so there’s this feeling of stimulation and it’s both icky and…it feels kind of nice, too. It’s really strange!

Since I met Jeff, I’ve been having an extra awareness of my body, particularly in my nipples and between my legs. Whenever he looks at me, I start to get all tingly and I get wet. I can’t help it. It’s like my body has been awakened. Now I feel sensations that I didn’t use to feel.

I know what this is, of course. I’m not too naive. I’m not just used to it. My body feels like it’s awakening to a phenomenon for the first time. I haven’t been a sexual person, though not for lack of any opportunities. I’ve had many suitors back home, but I wasn’t into men. I was into my work. I was into championing the oppressed. That was the center of my passion for years. Sex was so out of the picture. But now…Oh now…

I’m sexually aroused for the first time. Very very aroused.

Jeff is making me feel like a real woman for the very first time. A woman sexually attracted to a man, and my body is working on double time, too. I think I’m already a late bloomer, but I’m glad I feel this way toward him. It will make the deed easier for the both of us, especially for me.

I want him, too. I just don’t know how to express it. I’ve never done this before. I haven’t even experienced necking and petting.

I’ve been wet all dinner as he stared at me with eyes so hot I felt like melting in my seat. I’ve crossed my legs and clenched my thighs, but the pulsing in my core only became worse, what with the wine.

I changed my undies minutes ago when I donned a nightgown. Maybe I need to wash up again. He must not find me like this. It’s so embarrassing. What would he think of me?

I need to hurry. He might enter the room any moment. I don’t want to be smelling anything but the expensive gel I used during my warm bath before dinner.

I turn around to enter the bathroom when the door opens.

Jeff enters the bedroom.

My pulse accelerates and to my mortification, more liquid seem to gush between my legs at the sight of him, topless and only wearing a pair of black loose pants, the waistband riding low on his belly, his magnificent body on display.

His hair is damp. Did he just take a shower? I feel even more self-conscious. I really need to shower again, but I’m riveted where I stand by his smoldering eyes.

He walks toward me slowly. He’s like a panther approaching me, stealthy and dangerous, his eyes darker as though fire would leap out of their depths and raze me.

“Uhm, Jeff…” I manage to croak.

“Yes, Mara?”

“Can I…?”

“What, my sweet?”

My sweet. The way he said it, soft but full of desire makes my limbs weak. Is that how he calls the woman he loves when he really means it?

“Uhm, can I wash up real quick?”

“Why? You smell delicious, baby.”

“I…uhm…” He doesn’t know yet that I’ve made a mess out of my panties. I don’t know how I smell down there now. I don’t want to turn him off.

He reaches me. His big hands land on my waist, spanning and circling my middle and I can no longer move. I’m trapped like a hapless prey by this big predator. He’s so near and his heat surrounds me like a warm cocoon. I’m willing prey.

“I just feel so…”

He draws me closer to his body until my front is touching his front. I gasp when I feel that part of him press against my belly.

His…Oh my lord!

He feels so hard. So huge!

My brain scatters like granules of refined sugar under the sun, melting…liquefying.

“Relax, Mara. You’re so tense. I want you to get used to the feel of my body.”

“Uhm…I feel so hot and sticky,” I blurt out in a rush. “I need a quick bath.”

“Hot and sticky,” he repeats slowly, like a purring beast. Words roll out of his mouth like syrup, and I can even discern some amusement. He’s so relaxed while I’m a jumble of vibrating nerves. I need a moment before we proceed.

“Yes, I really need a quick bath, please. I’m not comfortable.”

He buries his face in my neck. I freeze, holding my breath as he inhales deeply.

“But you smell so good, baby. You’ve been teasing me with your scent all dinner.”

Goosebumps erupt all over my body and I shiver, and yet I feel even hotter.

I feel him kissing the column of my neck, his hot breath leaving a trail of moist heat on my now hyper-sensitive skin. Then I feel his tongue licking me.

His mouth has become a live wire. His lips travel up to my jaw like fire licking my skin. And then his lips are hovering over mine.

“You feel hot and sticky, baby?”

“Uh-huh…”

“Sticky where?”

My face must be on fire now. I squirm in his arms but he’s holding me fast. He starts to rock against me. That part of him rubs against my belly, pulsating like it has a life of its own. His…I don’t even know what is the appropriate word to call it. I feel so backward when it comes to sex. So beyond this man’s league.

He’s now sucking my neck, like a vampire would and his hands are molding over my backside as he rocks his hips against my belly. My breasts rub against his chest. I can feel him from head to toe.

The fire between my legs becomes a blaze. My heartbeat seems to be thudding there now, too. The sensations are starting to overwhelm me.

“Jeff—“

His lips capture mine, trapping my breath in.

His taste and smell invade my senses like a fire storm. I can only open my lips farther as his mouth slants sideways, his tongue darting inside.

His kiss is hungry, animalistic in its onslaught. No restraint. He explores the recesses of my mouth with his aggressive tongue, and I can’t help but respond as my toes curl, my nipples straining against the material of my nightgown, my center throbbing even more, drenched in the rush of liquid heat that I can’t control from continuously gushing out of my body.

My legs give way. But I don’t drop to the floor. His arms are around me and I’m leaning my entire weight against his strength. I feel both so helpless and yet so secure.

He lets go of my lips. His hot breath fans my face.

“Christ, you’re so beautiful, Mara. So fucking sexy. Where have you been hiding all this time, my sweet Mara?” His eyes are full of wonder, as though I’m a precious treasure he’s just discovered.

“At Everland,” I manage to say.

“Yes. I regret that I didn’t meet you sooner. All those months wasted.”

The words he’s uttering are music to my ears. I know it’s just careless words uttered in the heat of passion but I’m drunk with desire, too and I want to believe everything in this moment. I have never been under the influence of a man like this, never felt like this, like all my willpower has deserted me and all I can do is surrender to his will.

“I wanna taste every inch of you. I bet you taste like honey all over.”

His words make me want to close my eyes in embarrassment but I can’t. I want to look at him.

His hands are roaming my body, my back, squeezing the rounded cheeks of my ass, pushing my lower body harder against that very hard part of him. That part of him that will enter me soon.

“Baby, you feel that? You feel how my cock is so hard for you? I can’t wait to be inside you, fill you with every inch of me, fill you with my cum. Make you pregnant.”

I’m scandalized by his words, but they make me feel so desired, so beautiful, so sexy.

He suddenly turns me around so that I’m facing away from him.

His big hands cup my full breasts. I’m not wearing a bra. His palms grip my twin peaks possessively, his fingers burrowing into my soft flesh. No man has ever touched me like this.

“Jesus, these are fucking gorgeous. Perfect. Just perfect.”

He begins to massage my breasts as he rocks behind me, rubbing against my bottom cheeks.

His fingers find my nipples, rolling them, plucking at them though the fabric of my nightgown.

His pulls at the bodice, scooping my breasts out. The heat of his palms electrify my already extra-sensitive nipples. I feel like I’m going to combust or implode, I don’t know! “Jeff…”

I can’t help rolling my hips as he rubs against me. The fire blazing within me is dictating my actions now.

One of his hands slide down to my belly and presses me harder against him until his hardness seems to be sliding between the cheeks of my ass.

Oh my Lord!

I feel razed to my toes and yet I’m still clothed. He hasn’t fully undressed me yet.

“You feel sticky, baby?”

Oh my goodness! He’s going to find out now. “Uhmmm…”

“Let me see how sticky you are…”

His pulls at the hem of my nightgown and touch my stomach, spreading his fingers on my skin, rubbing, inching lower…and lower…

I think I’m going to expire in anticipation.

Then he palms the juncture of my thighs where there’s a raging inferno. I sag against him weakly, closing my eyes tightly.

And then his fingers are inside my lace panties, cupping my mound possessively.

He groans, a deep rumble, like an animal’s growl. His fingers slide between my folds and I can feel how sticky I am as his skin makes contact with my flesh down there.

“Fuck…! Oh ffffuck, this pussy!”

He’s turned off. I knew it.

“God, baby, you’re so fucking wet. I fucking love how fucking wet you are for me. Jesus, this is insane!” He’s feverishly muttering carnal words as his fingers delve deeper, giving my folds long, wet strokes that make me want to sob as the ache in my core escalates to the level I can’t describe.

My inhibitions were quickly washed away. He loves my wetness. My icky, gooey wetness. “Jeff…Jeff…!” I pant.

“Fuck…oh fuck…baby…you have the juiciest pussy.”

His fingers find the most sensitive spot, a throbbing nerve, and he concentrates there, circling it.

Moans escape my throat as delicious sensations coil inside me tighter and tighter.

I seem to be climbing higher and higher as he rubs me there…up…up…up…

My nails claw at his arms, urging him to go on and on.

But he stops and my climb is interrupted. I make a sound of protest.

“I know, baby. But you’re not coming without me. I want my seed shooting inside you when you come. We’ll make our baby like that.”

My mind is so muddled with desire I can barely understand what he’s saying. I just want him to continue what he was doing!

“Jeff, please!”

“Yes, sugar. I know what you want. It’s what I want, too.”

My feet suddenly leave the floor as he swings me up into his arms.

I feel faint from the intense sensations gripping my entire body. Frustrated, too.

He makes a few strides toward the bed and makes me sit on the edge.

He kneels before me and open my legs, planting his frame between them.

He’s slightly looking up at me and I’m mesmerized by the almost savage look in his eyes.

He pulls at the straps of my nightgown, fully exposing my full breasts.

My pink nipples are pebble hard and they seem to throb too, along with that bundle of nerves throbbing furiously between my legs.

My hands land on his shoulders. “Jeff…” I mew, desperate for more of his touch.

He cups my breasts again, lifting them toward his face. “You have the most beautiful pair, my sweet. My baby will be suckling from these beauties, but… Daddy first…”

He leans over and licks my left nipple. I nearly jump out of my skin. It feels so good! Scorching hot! His tongue, his saliva.

Then he sucks it. My toes curl tightly as electricity seems to be shooting madly from my nipples straight to my core. My fingers thread through his thick hair, gripping hard as he suckles me. He goes to the other one, giving it equal attention. He’s squeezing both the plumpness of my breasts as he latches on my nipples greedily.

I feel his touch between my legs again, his fingers delving. He finds that spot again, strums it with his fingers as he sucks my nipples.

I throw my head back, moaning incoherently. I’m climbing again…the sensations sharper, but so good…so delicious…

Then he stops again. “Jeff!” I practically scream, my fingers tightening on his hair.

He brings his fingers to his lips and licks them. He groans. “So fucking delicious, baby. I want your pussy juice all over my cock.”

My inner muscles clench hard at his words. With this raging ache coiling in my core, I feel empty. I want to be filled. I want him to fill me. Make this ache go away, or make it go on and on, I don’t know. I just want—

He gently pushes me on my back until I’m lying down on the bed.

He stands before me. Tall. Big. His hard body is coated with a film of sweat.

The front of his track pants is a bulging mass. I bite my lower lip in anticipation.

He bends and pushes his pants down his legs and straightens up.

My eyes widen.

I finally see that part of him.

His…cock.

I automatically close my legs in fright. But he plies them apart. “No, my sweet. You don’t get to hide this from me. It’s mine from now on. I get to see it whenever, wherever and however I want it.”

The savagely carnal look in his eyes and the imperious tone of his voice have my legs opening once more. His eyes fall between them again, burning with desire and I feel myself flowing like a river even more as I stare at his cock.

It’s as magnificent as Everland. There are no other words to describe it.

Big, broad, majestic, standing proud. It’s scary in its massiveness, but it’s beautiful and I want it. Lord, I want it!

“Your pussy is so ready for me, Mara mia.”