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He nodded slowly to her as she mentioned the climate change up north. “Yeah, it was so cold up there a few days before I left, that your skin could get frost bite with ten minutes of exposure. Those days we didn’t’ work, there was a cabin we had in the mountains, and we just huddled in there freezing until the temp came back up. I’ve never seen so much snow in my life. When they ran the snow plows to clear the streets so people could drive, sometimes the snow mounds reached fifteen feet high, and easily as wide as a small house. It was a really bad winter there, from what I was told.”

The silence brought on by the revelation of his parents demise stretched on. His hand stayed on her own and he felt her own hand twist. He blinked slowly and watched her fingers slowly curled around his own. He sat there staring for a moment, just watching how their fingers twined together. He felt the gentle pressure she offered. He had not intended for this night to turn into a pity trip. He managed to slide a smile onto his face, turning his gaze to her own. He seemed to draw pleasure, and strength from her presence, and her own warmth.

“Funny you say that, when I was in the café that’s I was looking through travel magazines and I was reading about just the place. Hawaii looked beautiful; one day…it’s on my list a rather long list mind you of things to do and places to see.”

“I’ve heard great things about it. That it’s a great place to just sort of refocus yourself. Lots of activities you can do, the nature there is so tranquil. Well Kitten, I’m sure that if you keep on the path your going now, with the same passion I have seen in you today, I do not doubt that you will achieve everything you desire.” It was his turn to squeeze her hand slowly, then he turned to refill both glasses. He felt her bare foot gently stroking the back of his calf and he smiled warmly. It really did feel great to have a woman in the house again.

He took a slow sip of his wine and felt a tingle rush through his frame. The effects were starting to show themselves. Not outwardly, but he could feel relaxation settling in on his body, except for his damned shoulders.

She spoke about her fathers death, and then her mother spiraling into a state of almost child like irresponsibility. “Well, there is nothing wrong with using the gifts that god gave you to help you live your life, but using them to control others is not really the same thing. I’m glad to hear that’s one lesson you did not take to heart. I think your perfect the way you are, Pearl.”

He paused, and then spoke up again. “I am sorry you had to endure that. The role should have never been reversed, however look at what you have become. It took me a long time to really see this, but I took a long look back at my life, and the lives of those who have achieved great things. Strife is never a thing you wish to endure, yet enduring it is what makes you a stronger person. It changes you, and as long as you learn the lesson from your hard ships, you are better for it. Those who go through life without ever walking through fire, never truly become tempered.”

The conversation shifted toward his past marriages, and then he did something stupid. He dropped a hint of how he felt about her. She had been in mid sip of wine and suddenly it went down the wrong pipe. She began a coughing fit and he frowned. Inwardly he was calling himself every name in the book. However his hand reached out slowly, hand gently running up and down her back soothingly to help settle her coughing fits.

He drew a deep breath as the moment settled and she spoke in such a soft tone. It was as if she was pleading for it to be her, but unsure if it was. He could feel the power of her emotion washing over him. She was afraid of the answer.

Could he tell her? Dare he tell her? He contemplated not being honest with her. He couldn’t loose her, for reasons she could not ever understand. His mind was reaching, clawing, trying to find a way out of answering her question. Her soft hand reached up to touch his cheek. His thoughts shattered like a wine glass on the floor. He couldn’t lie to this woman. He felt guilty as hell for even thinking it. It was time to stop playing this game, pretending he didn’t want her with every part of his soul.

He opened his mouth to speak to her, to tell her yes it was her, yes she was the only women he ever wanted, and he found even words failed him. There was a look in her eyes. The candles were dancing, playing light all over her face. She was so fragile, so delicate, yet she was reaching out to him as surely as she was breathing. He had never felt this before. He had always been in control, even with his first wife. He had given freely, not because she manipulated him. Yet those eyes haunted his dreams last night, and now they were systematically shredding every hint of control he had.

She wasn’t doing it through strength, through force of will. She was doing it simply because she needed him, she craved his strength, his love. Just as much as he needed her. If he was so strong, how was it this girl had shut down all of his defenses, just by looking into his eyes? Because she was the part of his soul that was broken, and only with her, could he be whole.

“Pearl…I…”

His voice faltered. Still no chance he could give voice. He struggled, he raged, he railed against the currents ebb and flow. At last his strength melted. His arms circled themselves around her slender figure, wrapping her in a fierce grip. It wasn’t painfull, just so full of emotion and need for her mere presence that his arms trembled. He had imagined their first kiss, he had expected it would be sweet, and tender. This was nothing of the sort. She had torn down the walls of his soul, drawn every bit of personal pain out of him without much effort. She disarmed every trap and pitfall, and now he was an avalanche. His lips pressed to hers with so much need that it bordered on the point of pain. His arms slowly tugged at her smaller figure. Tugging her up out of the chair, draping her figure along his lap, never daring to break that kiss.
 
“…I think you’re perfect the way you are, Pearl.” He said and that made her feel like a million dollars, again it was words from the heart as she could see it within his eyes and hear it in his voice. He spoke out about her growing up and reversing the mother and daughter role between her and her mother, she smiled and listened and nodded. He understood where she was coming from, he understood life was not easy for her but he liked what she was turning into, to the young lady she had become, appreciating who she was for being her.

She watched as his mouth opened looking to her, but nothing came out and he closed it just looking within her eyes as she looked back. Her stomach twisted into knots waiting to see if she just made the biggest ass out of her self or not. Pearl swallowed hard and in her mind she wondered if she just pushed her self out of a job before she even started, wishing she could shrink up and just hide at that point.

Her eyes glanced around then dropped as her stomach turned even more, she swallowed hard and lifted her eyes to look to him; her breathing grew heavier as it felt as she was on trial awaiting her fate… “Pearl…I…” was all he said to her as she choked back her tears for a mistake made, a costly one giving her self a sentence before she even heard an answer. This was one time she lost every bit of self confidence in her self since she and he were shopping earlier and he fed her confidence in herself.

His hand was no longer in her, her shoulders slumped and she was ready to return home and forget this night ever happened, in fact the whole day but she would still need to find a job to pay him back then. Pearl looked at him, her eyes searching his face.

He reached forth and wrapped his arms around her sleek young form and hold her tightly within his grasp, she felt her body melt into his, filling every nook and cranny of it she possibly could. It took ever bit of her strength not to respond back, she needed to hear him say those words whether he was speaking of her or not.

Pearl thought she felt his body quiver as he hugged her against him, bit she couldn’t tell due to her own body shaking. Pearl followed suit when his head leaned in, his breath was hot upon her face as it flowed across his lips and washed over her skin. His lips pressed to hers, the kiss was filled with every part of her she could give to this man.

His arms held her tight enough that he lifted her from her seat and placed her within his lap as the kiss continued, never breaking that connection between them. The kiss fogged her mind as his puddle her upon his lap, a kiss that was indescribable, one she didn’t want to end as it gave her the answer she was seeking, one that made her curl her toes and her body tingle feeling like an ocean wave rippled through her body.

Raising her arms she wrapped them about his neck in a loose manner, she pulled one back and cupped his face within the softness of her inner palm letting her fingertips curl and move slowly against his cheek as she broke the kiss and rested her forehead against his catching her breath. Leaning her head back her eyes connected with his once more, “I do hope that meant yes to my answer…” she smiled knowing she was right and could save face.

Needing to put a bit of distance between them, she slipped from his lap and stood up, her hand went to his cheek again needing to tough him and make sure he was real. He body ached hard to be against him again, this was even more intense than what she had felt for flip, maybe what she had was a crush she wasn’t sure but she knew it was something.

“You spent the day with me doing things for me, and I wish to return that favor, and massage your shoulders, I can see how you hurt when you move but first I’m going to clean up the table and o the dishes, no reason for anyone else to clean up after us.” She said and pearl wasn’t taking no for an answer.

“Give me about fifteen minutes and I’ll be done…” she kicked off her heels and placed then neatly aside one another put of the way and began to clear the table off as she gathered everything up she could in a pile and then looked seeing the entry way to his kitchen. She made two trips and the second one she stood before the sink letting what just happened run through her mind.

Paying no attention she turned the sink water on hard and placed a plate under it as it back sprayed everywhere around her and including soaking her. Pearl laughed as she looked down the front of her, the dress clung to her breasts and upper body as she grabbed a hand towel and wiped her face then finished the dishes and cleaned up around her where she had a watery mess.

When finished she returned back to then dining area and stood there, the front of her dress soaked and her hair as it clung around her face. She had a grin upon her face that went from ear to ear and laughed. It seemed I had a slight mishap in there with the water not paying attention to what I was doing and not used to that kind of water pressure.

Pearl looked down at her self and then to him and laughed again. She hadn’t felt so content with another in a long time; this was indeed very different from what she felt for the friend that shot her down.
 
Her lips were so soft against his own. All of her body sank against his own. Everywhere he felt her, she was soft, supple, conforming to his body right where he needed her to be. It was why man and woman were destined to be together. Each was the half of the puzzle the other was missing. He had seen the fear in her eyes, the sadness. She had thought he would condemn her? He wouldn’t have sent her away even if she wasn’t that woman.

He could feel her trembling, she was a bundle of raw emotion just like he. The kiss dragged on and he felt in it such intensity. The kiss had the feel of a pledge, almost like a pact being sealed by something stronger than blood ever could. The kiss continued to linger, and she was allowed to feel all of him against her. Not just his arms around her, or his lips, but the desire he had masked until this point in it’s entirety. As she was settled in his lap, his manhood became fully engorged, nestling against her tight little figure, finding a place to nestle against her. This was how much she effected him. A simple kiss brought him to near full arousal.

His heart was pounding fiercely, his lungs were starving for air. He was burning it so quickly with the passion that wracked his body that taking it in through his nose was not enough. Sparks swam before his eyes and he thought he might be just on the verge of passing out. Suddenly she broke the kiss before he could and he just stared at her. The gloss in his eyes had nothing to do with lack of air. Her statement brought soft laughter to his lips and he smiled brightly. He gave a sharp nod and spoke in reply as he leaned his cheek against her soft little hand. “From the first time I saw you, you have been the one I wanted. I cannot explain it, all I know is that I need you in my life Pearl. I need you, and more than that I want you in my life. No matter how you choose to remain. Even if you do not return my feelings.” He had no doubt she did, she would not have surrendered so completely to the kiss as she had if she didn’t but damn if he didn’t want to hear her say it.

Her forehead pressed to his own and he gazed into her eyes with such longing that it might just put things into perspective for Pearl just how much will power he had to have used to hide his feelings from her for this long.

She put distance between them and he had to stop himself from reaching out to grab her and pull her to him again. “You spent the day with me doing things for me, and I wish to return that favor, and massage your shoulders, I can see how you hurt when you move but first I’m going to clean up the table and o the dishes, no reason for anyone else to clean up after us.”

He opened his mouth to tell her no, she was a guest, she wasn’t allowed to clean up after him. That he loved her, he wanted, her, he had to taste her lips again or he would explode, but she was off and away without a second glance. There was nothing else for it, he had to laugh. He sat there in his chair watching her work. She truly appeared to be enjoying the idea of it all. As she came back for the second trip he paused her with a look from his eyes and he smiled.

“ya know what? I never knew how sexy dishes could be before. I’ll be here, if you need anything just give me a holler alright?”

She left and he drew in a deep breath. He could still smell her scent in his nose, still taste her lips on his own. He couldn’t help it, his body trembled. After their kiss he seemed different. It was as if up until his lips met her’s he had been holding back a part of himself, and now that she knew how he felt, he could be himself, truly and fully.

He heard laughter a short time into her chore and perked a brow. He still remained where he sat, despite curiosity trying to get the better of him. It wasn’t long before she rewarded him with her presence once more. She looked different, and then he saw water dripping down her bangs, the way her dress was clinging to her breasts. She had spilled water all down her front. He had to laugh, but the exotic view was not lost on his eyes. “Well, that’ll learn ya wont it, kitten?” He shook his head. Then he extended his hand slowly to her.

“Come here please, Pearl, I want to talk to you about something.” He patted her seat with a smile and waited for her to settle next to him. He turned his gaze on her, his eyes were full of warmth, but were also serious.

“Listen. I had not intended to let you know that I was attracted to you… Not yet. Nothing I have told you today was anything more than the truth. My attraction for you aside, I meant every word I said today. You are a wonderful woman, smart, sexy, funny, responsible. I gave you the job because you deserve it, not just because I am drawn to you. I want you to know that, I think it’s important that you know it was your own merits that won you the job, not my taste in women.”

He drew a deep breath and let it out in a soft sigh. “that being said, I don’t know how you feel, or where you are at as a young woman. If you do not return my feelings I will never mention them again. If at any point I make you feel uncomfortable all you need is to tell me and I will give you any space you require. I need you in a professional manner as well, and if you ever come to feel that my feelings for you are interfering with your work, then I will do my best to pretend that the kiss we just shared did not make me want to faint.” He gave a slow, sheepish grin.
 
He was just as he said before she went into the kitchen to do the dishes and clean up, she shook a bit like a wet dog and pulled the dress from her breast as it stuck to her chest and stomach.

He looked her over as she stood there with a grin; she watched as his eyes moved over her body and then listened to him laugh. He wasn’t laughing at her but with her, well maybe just a little at her but it was all in fun. “Well, that’ll learn ya wont it, kitten?” he said with a smirk. Pearl nodded and it didn’t bother her that he called her that name, the same one her daddy called her when she was younger, in fact it made her smile. She figured if a man could call her something as precious as a nickname her father did there was something special about him.

His hand was offered to her as she stood there, she took a few steps forward and placed hers within his and left him guide her closer to him. He patted her chair she was sitting in, she wasn’t sure what he was going to say when he said he wished to speak with her, for a second she felt like a child getting ready to be scolded for something she did wrong.

Facial expressions showed so much in a person if you just watched them close enough and paid attention to things they say, and she could see her was serious, he still held a smile but it was different. Pearl settled on the chair and looked towards him; she crossed her legs as she squeezed his hand not really realizing she was doing it.

“Listen. I had not intended to let you know that I was attracted to you… Not yet. Nothing I have told you today was anything more than the truth. My attraction for you aside, I meant every word I said today. You are a wonderful woman, smart, sexy, funny, and responsible. I gave you the job because you deserve it, not just because I am drawn to you. I want you to know that, I think it’s important that you know it was your own merits that won you the job, not my taste in women.”

Her eyes looked over his face as he spoke; she watched how his eyes never left hers as she gave him one hundred percent of her attention. Pearl knew what he told her was the truth, for some reason she knew he was the real deal as far as an honest man can be. He reminded her a lot of her father in the stories her mother told her growing up, a man that worked hard, played very little and had ambition and goals except her father never got to reach all of those.

Pearl felt her cheeks turn warm as she couldn’t but help to smile when he praised her with nothing but kind words. Talk about feeling as if you were going to have a heart attack she thought as she could feel her heart pounding within her chest as it seemed to beat five times faster than it normally did as he continued to speak out.

Knowing it was her personality, her being responsible and everything else that got her the job was a good thing, again she had no doubt there, she had some confidence in herself, not all the time in every aspect of her life but she knew what she was capable of job wise.

Pearl knew she would be a really good employee for somebody or some company if they just gave her a chance, and he did. Being in a small town she realized that what she heard was true, if you weren’t from the town born and raised or didn’t have family jobs were hard to find. Being told no and having the door shut in your face was hard to handle sometimes, but again she was in the right time at the right place and they found each other. Some call it fate, others call it kismet but she called it all of that wrapped up with a little bit of good luck on her part.

He said so much in what seemed like a single breath, where if he stopped he wouldn’t continue, he took a breath, exhaled and then sighed as she looked at him. Pearl took her free hand and took his other within it and held it, she held both and laced her fingers with him letting him know she was listening, she cared what he was saying and she was good with it. Pearl wasn’t running from him if anything it was more to him and it had nothing to do with who he was, what he could offer her outside a job or how much money he had she literally enjoy him for him.

Deciding that no matter what happened she was going to prove to him that she was a person of her word, she was a hard worker and most of all that she didn’t care for his money and that would be proven when she paid him back. They tucked the receipt in the one bag, so she had the grand total and as steep as it was and no matter how long it took he would be paid back every cent and most likely knowing her with interest.

“That being said, I don’t know how you feel, or where you are at as a young woman. If you do not return my feelings I will never mention them again. If at any point I make you feel uncomfortable all you need is to tell me and I will give you any space you require. I need you in a professional manner as well, and if you ever come to feel that my feelings for you are interfering with your work, then I will do my best to pretend that the kiss we just shared did not make me want to faint.”

Finally she finished as she took it all in, her eyes dropped from his as her brain processed it all and she figured out how she was going to respond. Raising her head she caught his smile and she couldn’t but help to smile back, he made her feel so good inside, made her feel giddy and special. Her hands pulled back but just enough to where she could tease her fingers against his, massaging them one by one on each hand then remembering she owed him a massage. Pearl knew owed was the wrong word, it was something she wanted to do, then she thought about his statement he made before she did dishes and inhaled deeply exhaling slowly.

The massage would come in a bit; her eyes looked to his as she was ready to be once again open and honest with him. “Jason, I’m nothing like the woman you’re used to, I’m not from money, and I don’t need fancy dresses, my nails done, big dinner parties or anything. I’m a simple girl from the other side of town who just tries to see life through rose colored glasses and good in everyone.” At this point she pulled her hands back along his till their fingertips were barely touching, she looked down to his hands and could easily tell he wasn’t always a desk man, hands told a lot about a man and his were work hands.

Lacing her fingers in his she squeezed them lightly bonding them as one in a sense. “Everything you said today and did for me today shows me the type man you are. My father would have liked you. As you know I don’t know much about him, just from what I was told. I have no experience where a man is concerned….but I know I like being around you a lot and I feel the same way you do. The kiss was indescribable…” she smiled and gave another squeeze.

“Can we just take this slow Jason, day by day and get to know each other better. That’s all I ask.” The longer she looked at him the more she just wanted him to wrap her up again and hold her tightly, to kiss her again and again till she couldn’t take it now more. Wanting to ease the mood she took a different approach and steered the conversation in a different direction, “so how about that massage?”
 
He was looking at her, and after he had spoken what was in his heart, his face softened. He had such an expressive face, his emotions when he chose to display them were usually very clear. Right now he was just letting himself feel her nearness, he was reveling in the fact that she was here with him, and she didn’t want to flee when he spoke how he felt about her. He looked down at their hands mingled one with the other and he couldn’t help but give a smile. Something so sweet, so simple gave him no end of pleasure.

“Jason, I’m nothing like the woman you’re used to, I’m not from money, and I don’t need fancy dresses, my nails done, big dinner parties or anything. I’m a simple girl from the other side of town who just tries to see life through rose colored glasses and good in everyone.”

He smiled at her and nodded his head. Reaching up with his free hand to brush a few strands of hair from her face. He leaned closer to her and had to stop himself, he had been about to kiss her again. He drew a breath and managed to restrain his own desire to taste her lips. He wasn’t sure he could take another one of those mind blowing kisses without being able to have it end with the release of his desire. He really should have taken care of his wants before she showed up. Hindsight is of course 20/20.

“Don’t you see Pearl? That is why I want to be with you. I am not much different than you are. We come from a similar place. What we enjoy, what we value is so different than all the other people I meet in my day to day life. You are like a haven for me. A place where I can relax and be me, not who people expect me to be. I’m not like the rich snobs born with the silver spoon, I’ve actually had to live life, not see it handed to me. I need someone who can understand that.”

She spoke up of her father, and how she thought he would like Jason. He gave a quiet chuckle and shook his head. Amusement poured from his lips as he spoke in reply to her statement. “Well I do not believe it’s biologically possible for any man to like the man who steals his daughters heart. I think we are programmed to want to crack him on the noggin. Though I am glad you think he would come to like me with time.”

So, she had never had any experience with a man? He wasn’t terribly surprised, she was far too shy with herself to have taken a lover before. Still he felt a rush of excitement, and pleasure. Perhaps he would be the one to share that with her. She spoke of the kiss, and he remembered it, closing his eyes slowly. “Yes.. it was amazing.” His voice had taken on a softer, breathy tone.

She spoke and he listened with rapt attention. Take it slow? That was his attention all along. He circled her small hand in both of his own larger ones and brought it slowly to his lips. He had to kiss her, he couldn’t stop himself, so instead of tasting her lips, he pressed his lips against the back of her palm. “We will go as slow as you need, Kitten. I’m not about to chase you away because of impatience. I’ve learned that the good things in life are that much more rewarding if you must wait and work for them. If you need me to slow down just say the word Pearl. I have your best interest in my heart.”

He perked a brow as she mentioned a massage. Oh how he could use one right now. It sounded like a great idea. He said as much and smiled. Keeping her hand in his own he rose from the chair and tugged her up as well. “Lets go into the other room and we can get comfortable. Would you like to watch a movie or something? I can order something on the pay per view, or we can just sit and talk.” He led her into the living room she had passed on the way in with the large flat screen TV, and the leather sofa.

Sitting down he patted the cushion next to him with a warm smile. He couldn’t help but admire her figure as she sat down beside him. Simply gorgeous. As she sat down next to him he began to slowly undo the buttons on his shirt. Then he gave her a playful smile and stopped after the second button.

Turning toward her, a smile in his eyes, he spoke quietly. “This is your show, and here I am stealing all the fun away from you. My mistake, it won’t happen again Ma’am.” A soft chuckle followed as he waited to see if she would remove his shirt and tie. He found the idea extremely intimate, and appealing.
 
Jason admitted that why he liked her was because she was so different from the women he was used to explaining to her he was much like her in certain ways that they came from the same place. Her eyes dropped watching his chest rise as he took in a breath; she watched how his tie dropped when exhaling then looked up again catching the flickering from the flames off the candles dancing within his eyes making them sparkle. She had no reason to be anything or anyone but her self, she understood what he meant wholeheartedly.

Pearl laughed when he spoke about fathers and daughter, it was something she would never have, never feel unless she had her own daughter and seen it through the father’s eyes. “He really would have, I’m sure of that.” She said with a smile.

Jason agreed the kiss was amazing causing pearl to relax knowing she passed that test at least and wasn’t turned off from a botched bumbling kiss. “We will go as slow as you need, Kitten. I’m not about to chase you away because of impatience. I’ve learned that the good things in life are that much more rewarding if you must wait and work for them. If you need me to slow down just say the word Pearl. I have your best interest in my heart.”

His breath flowed across her the back of her hand as he drew her hand to his soft lips and kissed it. Her heart fluttered and her body tingled every time he touched her. Pearl danced under his touch as is she was a marionette and he the puppet master. Her cheeks once again flushed pink as she looked to him, “I tingle when you touch me and it feels so good.”

“Let’s go into the other room and we can get comfortable. Would you like to watch a movie or something? I can order something on the pay per view, or we can just sit and talk.” He stated while he stood up and took her hand to join him. Pearl stood squeezing his hand as she turned it just enough to lock her fingers within his and held it like lovers would.

“I don’t watch TV very much but I do like music, all kinds if you wouldn’t mind putting something on to listen to.” She replied back as she walked one step behind him letting him lead her along to the livingroom. Her hand slipped from his as he took a seat on his leather cough, she watched as his hand patted it hearing the sound that it made.

Pearl watched him as he began to undo his shirt, she swore her breathing quickened with each button undone and his bare chest was coming into view slowly. He smiled and for some reason his face had this boyish look about it as she laughed. “This is your show, and here I am stealing all the fun away from you. My mistake, it won’t happen again Ma’am.”

“You’re teasing me…” she said in reply as she laughed again.

Pearl felt a challenge from him, and she was ready to take it on. She had told him a couple times that she always went for what she wanted and right now she wanted to feel his bare flesh under her fingertips. Was she getting in to deep she asked herself, would she be able to turn back if she had to stop? Pearl wasn’t sure of the answers but she offered a massage and she was going to keep her word. Going back on it would only show him she wasn’t a person of her word.

Pushing from the couch she moved till she was standing before him, her knees parted his and she stepped between them and reached out and took his silky tie between her fingers and she began to loosen the knot. Her hands shook and her breath quicken just like her heart. Pearl had never undressed a man before but she needed a first time and this was it.

Once the knot was loose she tugged the tie loose around his neck and lifted it over his head and placed it around hers. It danged before her chest as she leaned forth and held the lapel parts of his shirt within her fingertips and thumbs sliding the material through them until she picked up where he left off and undone the button. Her eyes lifted as she looked to him, she felt her knees knocking and her hands tremble and she undid the next one exposing his flesh to her even more.

‘Do it like in the romance novels…’ she told herself as she undid the last one and opened his shirt fully as a gasped breath was taken. Pearl smoothed her hands over his upper chest moving them under the folded over lapels as she slide them up to the nape of his neck and across his shoulders pushing the shirt away. In her eyes he was just handsome as ever; she body trembled as she pushed the shirt down his arms and then pulled her hands back to undo the left button of the cuff.

‘Oh my god’ she thought as she moved to the other and her hands literally trembled undoing the button to the right cuff making it hard for her to push it through the buttonhole. She swallowed hard and finally got it undo and leaned over him taking his one arm out with his help then the other pulling it off him as she placed it aside neatly.

Turning back she admired the man that was half undressed sitting there before her. A shiver went through her body then turned and asked him to please undo the zipper of her dress and cover her eyes. When he did, she left the dress fall from her slender body, she reached and unhooked the clip between her breasts and left her bra fall from her arms and she reached for his shirt and placed it on ridding herself from the cold wet dress.

Pearl buttoned it up almost all the way letting the top few buttons undo as she pulled the tails of the loose tie around her neck out and laughed. “You can uncover your eyes now.” Pearl stood there in just his shirt, black thigh highs and silk panties hidden beneath the long dress shirt. “How about that music?” she asked trying to make the situation more comfortable. “It would be easier if you lay on the rug flat out on your stomach.”
 
“He really would have, I’m sure of that.” Well he wasn’t so sure about that, but maybe she was right. For most he was pretty well set up. He was hard working, well to do, and very grounded. He was not a mean spirited man, quite the contrary, there was a part of him that was very giving, very loving and full of affection. He simply had to keep that part of him walled off when not in a relationship. Too many women would pick up on that if he displayed it and try to take advantage of him.

His thoughts had strayed, and he allowed them to come back to the beautiful woman near him as they settled on the couch and their fingers laced into each others. The sweetness and innocence she showed was extremely charming. He found it to be one of the things that attracted him to her. A blank slate, a young woman who he could take and train for his desires. A woman who would be grateful for his love, and his loving, not one who would shun it.

“I don’t watch TV very much but I do like music, all kinds if you wouldn’t mind putting something on to listen to.” He nodded to her words and smiled. Music hmm? he could do that.
He paused in the act of removing his shirt and gave a slow grin. He was teasing her? “Only a little, Kitten, but I think turn about is fair play. You do know I sat through part of the day watching you try on some extremely sexy clothing. Seeing you in them today, and not being able to let you know how it made me feel seeing you in them…. Lets just say I might have earned my way into heaven just on will power alone today. I wanted to kiss you when I saw you in the first. By number nine I was loosing my grip on my self control.” He wondered how she would react to his statement. Would she be pleased to hear she had driven him wild, just by seeing her try on sexy clothing? Or would she suddenly turn shy on him?

He fell silent as she stood up and walked to him. She gently parted his thighs and deposited her legs in between his. He felt himself stir within his pants as he watched her. She began to loosen his tie and he let out a grateful sigh. They may be fashionable, but after a prolonged amount of time he found them to become uncomfortable. They made swallowing difficult. He watched her slip it over her own head and he gave a soft laugh that cut off short. The tie looked really sexy on her for some reason. The way it nestled against her breasts, and accented her cleavage.

The first touch on his bare skin was electric. She would have felt the immediate change in his breathing. Goosebumps rippled along his flesh, following the delectable path of her fingertips. His pulse began to race like a greyhound at the track. Each button brought her fingertips inches closer to his growing arousal. Each button closer to his hips produced a more significant reaction of pleasure. By the time she finally removed the last button, his stomach was flexing and contracting, showing her the hard muscles as his skin spasumed with the pleasure of her touch.

Their eyes met and there was a look in her eyes. It appeared to be determination, though he could see that she was nervous as well as enjoying this. As her hands smoothed over his chest he let himself give into her touch. Instantly tension melted away from his body. His eyes closed gently, and a look of pure rapture melted the hard planes of his face. The first audible moan of the evening filled her ears. He wasn’t making any attempt to show her just how much he was enjoying, and craving her touch. Her hands moved up to his shoulders, and it seemed like everywhere her hands moved, goosebumps followed. His eyes tried to open to make eye contact with her. Instead of opening fully, they lolled open, half lidded. His eyes glittered with pleasure and relaxation. His head rolled from one side to the other as he just soaked up her touch.

As she started to slide his shirt off his shoulders, her fingers brushed along the back of his neck. As she traced the natural curve of his spine his back arced slowly. There was a spot right near the first large vertebrae of the spine started where his skin was extremelysensitive. He shuddered when she struck that spot, and his eyes opened wide. He made a sound in his throat that was sort of a gasp, a laugh, and a moan all in one. The end result was mildly comical, but oh it felt so good with such the smallest, lightest touch. There was even small fine little hair there that she could tease should she desire. He was still trying to recover from the small touches, and truth be told the rest of his skin on his back was suddenly much more sensitive because of that touch.

She ran her fingers down his strong arms as she dragged his shirt to the cuffs. One, then the other was undone and then she pulled the shirt off him entirely and for the first time he could think of she was checking him out instead of the other way around. He seemed proud as she let her eyes wander over his body.

Then she turned and asked him to undo the zipper of her dress. A questioning look flashed in his eyes for a moment and he opened his mouth to ask her if that was a good idea after all they were supposed to be going slow. He never spoke a word, he just closed his mouth and put his strong hand on her zipper. He wasn’t about to pass up this opportunity to get some sweet revenge for all of that she just gave him. As his hands drew the zipper down her, he did it so very painfully slowly. His other hand followed the zipper down and he ran his index finger down the length of her spine at a waterfall pace. As a matter of fact his finger even went a little farther than the end of the zipper. Dipping into the fabric of her dress to tease nerve endings on the lower half of the small of her back, just above the beginning of her rear. Leaning close he drew in a deep breath and then slowly evenly let it come through his lips, following the same path his finger did as he blew air the length of her spine.

With a slow and wicked grin he turned away to allow her to change.
As he was allowed to look at her again his eyes took her in and he felt his mouth go dry. He swallowed hard as he watched the way his shirt hugged her body, and hinted oh so deliciously at her curves. He could even see a bit of cleavage, seeing as she did not do up the top buttons. Ok.. so maybe this whole strip tease idea was not his best plan in the world. He managed to speak, and his voice betrayed him. It trembled with the tell tale signs of lust. “Wow… that looks better on you than me..”

Wait, she was saying something wasn’t she? Music… right…

He reached over to a near by coffee table and dug out the remote for the TV out of a basket. A few seconds later he was surfing through the cable channels. He found was he was looking for in the higher channels. Soon a quiet undertone of music flowed into the room from the Television. He pressed another button on the remote and a tuner that was in a small entertainment system came to life. A few seconds as the device synchronized, and then the music expanded exponentially as it seemed to come from everywhere in the room at once. He adjusted the volume a little to let it play in the background, but not draw attention from them. Now that she could hear the music coming from them, she could see speakers scattered through out the den that were somewhat cleverly hidden as to not draw the eye. He set the remote down and looked at her with a grin. The channel he picked was some easy listening station with a tendency to play love songs. “How is that?”

He nodded at her words. She was right. Laying down would make this work better. Besides, what trouble could he possibly get in that way? He wouldn’t be able to touch or kiss her from there. This was a good thing because he could feel his resolve melting away every second. He complied and stood up slowly, then stretched himself out on the rug, on his stomach. However as he stood there was absolutely no hiding how excited he had become. As he settled in, he had to reach around himself to arrange his need for her more comfortably. “There is some warming lotion in the drawer of the table there. “ He nodded his head to the table he had gotten the remote from.
 
The words of him wanting to kiss her since she was trying on clothing ran through her mind over and over, and how he was losing control…pearl never heard those words from a man before ever. That made her blood pump through her veins like fire heating her up within. He knew all the right words to say to her to make her feel special, to make her feel that she was above trailer trash as she had been called numerous times.

“Wow that looks better on you than me,” he said checking her out in his shirt. Pearl laughed. She could smell his from the collar of his shirt, from the silk of his tie as the scent lingered. She watched as he reached around digging through a slew of remotes as she gripped the folded part of his collar and brought it to her nose smelling it with closed eyes and just taking in the scent before letting it go and sighing softly.

Turning her head she watched as he turned on the TV and ran through the channels finding a music one as she hear the sound from every direction in the room. Glancing around her she could see the speakers here and there as she lowered the volume to a soft tone and spoke out. “That’s great fits the mood perfectly for tonight, thank you.”

He moved about and settled down upon the plush carpet and as he did he nodded his head towards where the remotes were “There is some warming lotion in the drawer of the table there.” Pearl noticed his arousal she seen it before with Flip and couldn’t but help to stare for a few seconds.

“Okay, “ she replied ad moved about him as she leaned forth and curled her fingertips around the handle of the drawer, opening it she found the warming oil and took it pout closing the drawer back up and she stepped back closer to him once again.

Pearl looked over him, his body was lean and muscular, her heart sank and her body quivered as she lowered herself down to her knees aside him, between him and the couch. Her left legs sung over his lower back as she moved and settled her tight heart-shaped ass on his and grinded down getting comfortable.

The music played in the room around them; she hummed softly to the tune playing as she flipped the cap open and poured a small amount in her left palm and then closed the cap again placing the small bottle of oil aside on the floor. Pearl rubbed her hands together feeling the small amount of oil heat up.

One hand went to his left shoulder the other to his right as she leaned over him, the tie rested upon his spine as her fingers curled over his shoulders around his neck. She moved her thumbs back and forth feeling his knotted muscles under them; her fingers worked the front as she worked her way outwards to the balls of his shoulders and the very top of each arm.

The songs changed, Pearl no longer released a hum, now she sung with the song. Her voice was soft like a song bird; her body arched as she applied a bit more pressure into her massage and worked her way back towards his neck as her fingers and thumbs dug in deeper. She used her palms as well adding pressure to his upper back.

Pearl’s hips danced upon his ass as she leaned over him more. She stopped and with her right hand she took the tails of the tie and tucked them into the top of the shirt she was wearing and then continued again working his shoulders as she tried to work the one with both hands that was giving him the most trouble.

With the way her body was angled she could feel her trimmed mound rubbing against his ass through her silk panties. Pearl took in a deep breath when the song she was singing turned instrumental only and she let out a very low lingering moan and grinded harder against him feeling a jolt of pleasure move through her body.

Her hands pulled back as she again grabbed the bottle flipping the cap back and added more oil to her palm, this time she drizzled it along his spine before putting the closed bottle back down. Her whole body moved as she placed her hands flat upon his back and smeared the oil over it from the tops of his shoulders to the small of his back.

Pearl leaned over him and used her palms smoothing up and down along his back as she breathed slightly harder as her hips rocked back and forth. Like every normal person with a sexual craving and no partner Pearl had brought her self to orgasm with the use of either her hand or on occasion humped her pillow to release that need.

This was kind of a feeling like that which she would get when her body would tingle and she was close to her orgasm. She quickly pushed back and sat up gasping a breath as her hands worked his lower back letting up on the pressure and friction she was feeling against her clit as it peeked from its home behind the now damp silk panties she was wearing.

His face laid to the side, his arms folded under his head as she wondered what he was thinking. Pearl wondered if…then stopped her train of thought. It was frustrating to feel such things and she imagined it was worse for a guy than a girl as they couldn’t hide that desire very well like a woman could. Her eyes dropped to his back as she slid her hands up along it to his neck and gripped around it as her nipples drug along his back lightly trail the twin erect nubs against his flesh through the material of his shirt that hung low from her chest.

Her hands moved back down as her body lifted, she sat up and retrieved the oil again and once more added to her palm and then placed it back down again as she drizzled the oil up one arm and down the other and began to work the left and then his right trying to cover every bit of flesh she could, looking as it glistened.

“I hope you’re enjoying this...” pearl said as she pushed up and straddled his body. “Please turn over so I can continue?” She couldn’t wait to do his hands, there was something about a working man’s hands that she loved, loved to feel them in hers.
 
He smiled with pleasure as she obviously appeared to appreciate the music. He stretched himself out slowly and then began to stretch some of his muscles individually. Rolling his shoulders, allowing the muscles to contract hard, then relax. He started to arc his back slowly, the muscles all along his back protesting to the motion. His spine shifted with an audible pop or two. Grunting softly he just relaxed on the floor again, this was getting him nowhere, and Pearl was just getting the lotion. He could be a little patient right?

He turned his gaze toward her and smiled. Just as she bent herself to grab the lotion. His eyes caught just as the shirt moved just right.. and she was wearing black panties. He let out a deep breath and tried to take his mind off of her panties, and the quite pleasing view of her ass he had managed to attain. Damn she had not even touched him yet, and he was already trying to think of an escape method. He wasn’t sure he could keep his cool a whole lot longer. He wanted her too much.

He felt her body slowly sinking down against his own. Her knees lightly nestling against his outer thighs, then her hips settled on his own. She shifted to get more comfortable and then began to grind herself against him slowly. Blissfully she settled down and it wasn’t long after that he felt her hands upon his skin. Her fingers started to work against his battered muscles and she elicited an immediate groan of pleasure from his lips. His muscles were very stubborn, but with gentle patience she was wearing them down. His breathing was slowing down as his body was relaxing.

Yet at the same time parts of his body were not relaxing at all. Having her body against his own was an invitation to trouble from the start, let alone when she was rubbing her hands all over him in such a delicious way. Each time her hands found a new, knotted muscle, he gave an appreciative groan of pleasure. Followed soon by soft moans as the muscles began to release themselves.

He wasn’t focused on the music, he was listening to her hum softly along with the tunes. She really did seem to be enjoying herself and the music. He was glad of that, even if everything so far had been delightfully torturous for him. Of course he knew it was his own fault. He wanted her so badly, and he had not relieved himself of his needs in the time he had to do so. So now his body was all wound up with no outlet.

He noticed Pearl was giving voice to the lyrics now and he was just listening to her sing. Wow, she had a wonderful singing voice. His mind quickly wandered to how she would sound in the midst of her pleasure. Jesus that was not a good thought process! He tried to focus his mind again on just relaxing and enjoying her attention. She leaned more against him and he bit his lip. Was she rocking her hips against him, dancing?

He let out another deep groan, and this was not associated with any muscle. As a matter of fact, she was in the midst of getting more oil on her hands when his voice filled the room. Her hips motion was making him crazy. Every time she shifted it changed the pressure his own body weight and hers was placing upon his very prominent arousal. It was almost like she were reaching around and rubbing him with her hand with every shift of her hips.

The tie came down and rubbed itself against his bare skin, teasing along his spine. His entire body trembled under the intense pleasure the accidental touch had given him. He drew in a gasp, which quickly turned into a soft moan. This was so wonderful, and it was really starting to wear down his resolve.

Then he heard her draw in a breath with a shift of her hips. Her hips began to grind in a very sexual manner. He could feel something. He felt heat against his skin through the very flimsy pants he wore. She let out a moan and his eyes opened as wide as they could go. Was she…? Christ, no way! His hands stretched out slowly and his fingers sought the rug. His fingertips dug hard into the wound fabric as he tried not to echo her moan with one of his own. The taunting motion of her hips was starting to feel very [i/] good. His body shuddered as he felt the first hints of how truly aroused he was. His seed began to gather slowly in the fleshy bulge hanging below his extremely engorged member.

She shifted again and he recognized the feeling of her breasts pressed up against his skin. He could actually feel her erect nipples pressing against his back. He tangled his fingers hard into the fabric of the rug. He actually heard it tearing. Quickly he tucked his hands back under him and turns his face to the side, trying to gain some focus. It was impossible.

The rest of her touching was lost on him until she got up off of him and blinked. She wanted him to turn over? Oh damn that was not a good idea. He hesitated a moment and then slowly he did as she asked. Turning his body over so that she could see his bare chest. As she settled down against him the full measure of his arousal was straining hard against his pants. He was looking up at her with hungry eyes, glittering in the low light. His hands were slowly clenching, and releasing as if his only desire right now was to touch her, but he was laying there, letting her have her fun. His breathing was coming in deep drawing breaths, let out a little fast. The faintest hint of a blush touched his cheeks as he cast her a slightly guilty glance. Here she was trying to do something nice for him, and all he could think about was ravaging her.

“Hows this, kitten?” He spoke quietly, his voice very very thick with lust. He couldn’t hide how he felt, but he was doing his absolute best not to act on it. After all, she wanted slow right? He closed his eyes slowly. He couldn’t look at her. It made him ache. She was so beautiful. So sexy. God what was he doing? He should send her home now before he gave into his own wants and tried to take her to bed. Though the bed was a lot closer. Being in a car with her confined in such a small space might not be the best thing, to be honest. He might not be able to control himself in that situation either. Oh choices…
 
Pearl felt his sides along her inner calves as he turned between them while she stood there straddled over him watching down. Pearl looked over his bare chest; she couldn’t wait to feel it under her fingertips. Her eyes never left it, she never noticed how hard he was as she looked to him close his eyes.

Leaning to the right she grabbed the warming oil and stood back up. “How’s this kitten?” he asked her as she flipped open the cap and turned the bottle up side down and began to drizzle a design upon his chest so she wouldn’t need to worry about the bottle anymore, then set it back down where it was. “Just perfect Jason…” pearl’s hormones probably matched his in a heartbeat; every bit of her was tingling from her toes to she could swear the tips of each hair on her head.

With not bothering to look down under her Pearl just lowered herself over him and in doing so she blinked as his rock hard shaft rested against the damp crotch of her panties. She gasped a breath and held it as she exhaled and swallowed hard feeling the bulbous head resting against her stiff little prick of a clit that was currently almost throbbing and aching to be touched.

If this was what those romance novels spoke about she was feeling the setting, handsome man, half naked, soft music playing, her body excited and her mind racing. Taking in another deep breath she felt she was ready to start again. Reaching up she pulled the hair clip from her hair and left it fall, it tumbled down the front of her as well as her back and as she leaned forth he could feel the tips of her hair dragging along his chest.

Pearl placed her hands over each one of his nipples and began to smear the warming oil all over his upper chest. She looked down at his face, and admired it; she wanted to tenderly kiss both of his closed eyes, she wanted to taste his lips again.

Her hands moved in a circular motion over him bare flesh, she could feel the bit of chest hair under her palms and fingertips as she bit her bottom lip. Her body rocked back and forth exciting her more and more, adding the touch if his bare flesh pearl knew she could easily orgasm upon him and to her that would be the most embarrassing thing in the world. One thing though she had become accustomed to doing it quietly.

The walls of a trailer are thin, so in order for her to fulfill any needs she had she either waited till her mother was gone or she held her breath while she teased herself to the point of release but this, this was the ultimate challenge for her.

Pushing up she groaned out and quickly bit her bottom lip and looked down to him, quickly her eyes lowered as she slid along his length, teasing herself even more. Pearl wanted this man more than anyone she had ever had a crush on…even more than Flip.

She was teetering on the verge of cumming as her hips rocked back and forth upon him, each time she moved forth leaning over him she felt her clit rubbed causing her to bite her inner cheek to stop herself from moaning out. Her hands moved down to his lower stomach she rubbed the warming oil over his tight six pack and then quickly pulled her hands away and she stood up and stepped from him breathing deeply looking as if she was the cat that ate the canary.

Her forehead was covered with sweat and she looked at him, she gasped for a breath and couldn’t even speak for a minute or two as her body tensed up. “I…u-m-m-m restroom is where?” she asked needing to step away from the situation for a few minutes to allow herself to calm down. Her eyes ran along him, his dress pants were tented and she felt bad, he was in the same state as her but if she took that plunge with him and caved would he think of her as a slut? Would he think she was easy and this would all be ruined?

Her chest throbbed in pain as she gasped for a breath, her heart raced as she could feel it in her throat. The oil soaked through his shirt and stuck to he breasts, her protruding hard nipples were easily seen as she shuffled her feet squeezing her thighs closed as the ache wasn’t stopping if anything increasing.
 
He was watching her with hungry eyes that did nothing to hide his ever increasing need for her body to give him the release he craved and was starting to need badly. She was watching his chest with such rapt attention. It was a new feeling for him, to find that his body was so appealing to a woman that they just stared. He had been ogled before by a girl here and there, but never like this. Never with such open admiration for his body, and never to the extent that they forgot themselves like Pearl was doing. He found it very pleasing, and very enticing.

She lowered her little body down his slowly and he snared his lip slowly. Certainly she was going to adjust for the fact that he was hard as a rock beneath her. Wasn’t’ she? Sight was obliterated as he saw sparks. She had settled her hot damp panties right on his rock hard shaft. She was pressed against him in a way a woman would only do if she was inviting a man to take her. At least if she knew any better that was. Pearl seemed to have not taken his desire into account as she settled on him. She was too focus on other parts of his body. He couldn’t keep back the wanton groan of pleasure, or the several soft moans that followed it in haste. Each breath seemed to have a hint of a moan of desire in it as she just pressed her heat against him. Jesus he could feel it through his pants. The cloth of his pants, and undergarments were no shield for how soaking wet she was. It was absolute torture.

He couldn’t stop his hands from coming up to rest enticingly on her hips. He felt her bare flesh beneath his skin and his fingers were eager to explore. He let them gently brush along her hips, tracing the joint lightly, then walking his fingers up to her sides. His touch was intimate, sweet, but never overly forward. However his touch was also very telling. As his hands rested on her body, she could feel the thick muscles in his arms sending vibration into his hands. He was trembling with need, and the urge to release his need. Holding himself back was taking every bit of willpower he had inside him.

He was trying not to entice her further, but as she let her hair fall down from the clip in soft waves he gave a gasp. His eyes looking up at her with awe. She was like a woman out of a pin up calendar. Sultry, beautiful, and so very sexy. Her hair fell down over her body, and he found himself being very jealous that it was touching what he dare not.

As she began to touch him again her hair came into play. The soft tips brushing his oh so sensitive flesh. Her hands were setting him on fire, but her hair was starting bonfires all over. Try as he might, his control was just stretched too thin. His fingers started to rake around to her tight little backside. Digging urgently into her bare flesh.

She was rocking against him and she groaned her pleasure. She gave him a look of intense longing, and before she looked away, she could see the mirror of her own eyes looking out from his face. His hips no longer could remain still while she tormented his throbbing need. He began to rock himself up against her slowly. Adding to the pressure against her swollen little clit.

His fingers roamed, and found the waist line of her damp panties. His fingers descended and started to bypass the fabric. Then his hand trembled and he jerkily removed his hands from her body. He really was trying not to seduce her, not to torment her, but she was not giving him back the same, and he couldn’t take it anymore. His hands tangled into the carpet to keep them away from her. If he touched her again, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself.

Her hands worked his body, but they had yet to journey much lower than his chest or upper abdomen. As her fingers and hands ran over his stomach he gave a gasp. Those muscles clenched hard and forced his stomach to ripple with exertion. His back arced slowly, driving both of them briefly off the floor with the force of his hunger. Just as quickly as she touched him, shattering all that was left of his control she leaped from him, just as he was about to reach up and claim her lips.

He looked at her for a moment, totally not understanding what was happening. He stared at her, and slowly, very slowly comprehension dawned in his eyes. His face flushed with guilt and his heart was in his eyes, suppressing even his intense need for her. He motioned in the direction of the bathroom, and she could see the door down a hall way off the side of the room. He didn’t speak, he could not trust his lips, they had been about to betray him anyway.

He sat up slowly and looked at her. She was so beautiful. Her hair a disheveled mess, the shirt soaked in oil clinging to her curves. He wanted so bad to taste her lips, to touch her body. He could tell it was aching for him, he felt it. There was a point right before she had leaped off him he thought their souls had touched one another. Bonded by mutual need for each other. Then she fled, and the backlash had left him stunned.

His eyes wandered her again, and he was trying so hard not to take her in his arms. He stood up slowly, his pants were damp with her lust, and very obviously tenting with his desperate need for her. He could feel the blood vessels straining painfully. They expected, and demanded release. He was rooted in one spot just looking at her with all the wanton hunger he felt. Still he was trying to hold himself back. Then he caught the scent of her lust. His eyes flitted, and were half lidded as he reveled in her need for him.

When his eyes opened. Control was gone. Fled to the dark recesses of his mind. He closed the distance between them in one stride, the candlelight reflecting upon his bare, oil slickened skin. His arms engulfed her, and his hand came up to cup her chin. He guided her head back and pressed his lips to her own eagerly. If their first kiss was fire works, this one was nuclear. His body pressed to her own, his throbbing member nestling itself against her tummy through his shirt. His grip on her face was firm, but tender. Not strong enough to hurt her, but the message was clear, no more running.

His arm tightened around her waist eagerly. She wasn’t close enough by a long shot for his taste. Gripping her with such intensity, she could feel her feet leaving the floor as he pulled her body tighter against him. His breathing was quick and heated through his nostrils. A wickedly seductive growl was vibrating in his chest.

The kiss finally shattered like broken glass as he found himself gasping greedily for breath. Yet he did not let her down, nor did he release his hand upon her chin. Instead it turned into a soft caress of infinite sweetness. His eyes watched her own earnestly. The next move was hers, he had delivered her a message clear as crystal.
 
Pearl felt every writhe of his body under her fingertips ad hands, she looked and watched his chest raise and fall with each breath. His grunts and gasps were heard as she tossed her head getting the hair back from around her face to just have it all fall back down around her face and drag along his body through the warm oil she was smearing about on his chest and stomach.

He began to rock back against her as Pearl’s breathing quickened, she leaned forth and caressed her throbbing clit again letting them move as one a few times then she leaned back as she felt sweat begin to bead upon her forehead. She stopped just in time before she got off, she swallowed hard and tried to relax and think of something else but her mind couldn’t skip to another track it stayed on one, the one between her thighs. This was two trains that were about to collide because she couldn’t control her physical, emotional or mental needs at this point.

Her eyes connected with his, she felt embarrassed seeing the moist spot on his trousers from her excitement, this was where she just wanted to run and go home, hide in the deepest part of her closet and not come out but that wasn’t an option this was something she started and knew she had to finish.

Entering the bathroom she quickly closed the door behind her and leaned against it. Looking around she realized that his guest bathroom was bigger than her bedroom. Pushing away from the door she went to the sink and looked around finding a washrag and hand towel she washed her face up and looked over her self in the mirror, she looked how his tie hung from her neck and down between her breasts as his shirt stuck to her body.

He was a grown ma, doing that to him was a tease and she knew it even though she didn’t mean for it to go that far but she couldn’t stop herself. Even as she stood there that feeling was still there inside her body. Reaching down with her hands she slipped them into her panties and caressed her clit causing her to gasp as she quickly pulled her hand back and washed the oil from them.

Pearl had no idea what to say to him as she walked out of the bathroom and walked towards him, her eyes looked to him and then caste down as soon as she grew closer. There were no words to describe what she was feeling within, she lifted them again and before she knew it he was there before her, she felt his muscular arms wrap around her smaller frame as he guided her head back and Pearl felt his lips against hers.

His body stuck to hers as the oil between the two melded as one. A moan escaped her lips to his mouth as her arms wrapped around his chest and her body rubbed his up and down in a slow motion. There were sparks, more then she had every thought imaginable.

They say fiery kisses that blazed the whole body were intense, pearl found out just what they meant. Even kisses with Flip were never ever as hot as with him. She knew either Jason was the real deal for her or she was feeling so much lust that….. she stopped thinking that train of thought as her fingertips moved through the hair on the back of his head as she tugged it between her fingers as her mouth opened and she left him within her left his tongue dance with her own as she held him tighter.

His arm wrapped tighter around him, if that was even possible as the kiss lingered on. Pearl felt his hardness pressing against her stomach yet she wasn’t sure how far she was exactly willing to go with him. She wasn’t sure she was exactly ready to take that first step and go to bed with him in that way to give him her virginity like she was ready to flip. She hardly knew Jason; they were still strangers in their own way.

Wiggling her toes she felt them curl and her one leg bent as her foot lifted which didn’t matter he had her lifted up off the floor as it was. Pearl heard this light growl, a rumble within his chest against her own as he released it to her mouth. The kiss broke and she looked to him and still words escaped her as his hand still remained at her chin.

Pearl leaned into him and kissed his lips she swallowed hard and spoke in a whisper, “I’m not…not sure I’m ready to…to go all the way…” but her body was telling her different, a fighting battle within her but she wanted to feel him against her, she wanted to wrap her fingers around his cock and have him touch every inch of her body.

Always being the ‘good girl’ sucked, she wished she was one of those that just was able to bed anyone… no she really didn’t wish to be like that she had values but she knew she didn’t want to be known as easy or to be known as a slut…a whore that just gives it away or out to anyone. “I want you to touch me…I want to touch every inch of you….” She looked into his eyes as she moved her hands over his hand and then back up again to his hair. “I want to lay aside you and just feel your warm body to mine as you wrap around me tightly like you are now…” everything said was soft and serious as she spoke.

She waited for him to just drop her to her feet and call for a car to take her home, she just couldn’t give her virginity up yet to him, as much as she wanted to she wasn’t ready yet she didn’t want to go home… she didn’t want to leave him.

The longer he held her against him, the longer she smelt his scent the more she had to fight and the fight was part of the whole arousal. Pearl wanted to wiggle free and take him to bed to feel everything she wanted to, to see him fully naked against her laying there…
 
“I’m not…not sure I’m ready to…to go all the way…”

The words were like a hot needle, searing his brain. What was he doing? He had let his need for her take control, and now he was mauling her like some sort of sick lecher. Still, he could not mask the swift spasm of pain that showed in his features. He was ready. His body, his heart, his mind, his soul. She was the woman he had been waiting for his entire life. His lips twitched, but he forced them into an eventual smile. Words could not come yet. Lust and need still fogged his brain.

How could she not be ready? She had been so blatant with her signals. Grinding against him like that, the way she was touching him, she had even kissed him again after he had let her know he would go no further. Yet she wasn’t really ready to press on? It was frustrating! He had to force down the slightest hints of anger.

His body was on fire, his cock was throbbing painfully, and he knew her body was in a similar state of need. Every breath filled his nose with the scent of her lust, and with the scent of her skin. His eyes were boring so intently into her, that she could almost feel his gaze tangibly. His breathing was quick, his body had been preparing to take the next steps, and now he had to find a way to get back into the driver seat.

“I want you to touch me…I want to touch every inch of you….” “I want to lay aside you and just feel your warm body to mine as you wrap around me tightly like you are now…”

Her hands touched his own, and she could feel them tremble. Her words, just as much as her touch resonated through his body and struck hard. So close to his own thoughts and needs, he found it hard not to rip his own shirt off her slender figure right then and there. Her fingers came to rest in his hair, and she was looking at him with such mixed emotion in her face. She very clearly wanted him, he could read it in every part of her body. He could also see the unease, the fear. What was she so afraid of? Rejection? Him thinking her easy? It wasn’t like he had just picked her up on the street corner. He had not brought her here to draw her into his bed. He had brought her for her company, because he needed her in his life.

He drew a deep breath to steady his emotions, to calm his thundering heart. His lips claimed her own again, this time his kiss was soft, sweet, and reassuring. He let it linger for just a brief moment, then he curled his strong arms beneath her small frame and scooped her up in his arms. He was smiling, his face, his gaze, his lips all full of the deep affection he felt for this young woman.

“My beautiful Pearl, it has been a long day for the both of us. I did not invite you to my house to try and seduce you. I promise you that. I just wanted to spend time with you.”

He started to walk, holding her in his arms as if she didn’t weigh a thing. His eyes never left her own, except to make slight course corrections. It would not do to be holding her in his arms so reverently, only to bounce her off of a wall! He pushed a door open with the tip of his foot and then he shifted his left arm. The dark room suddenly exploded into a dim light. His voice came again, this time softer than before. He was not bothering to hide his lust for her, it was very clear in his voice, but so was the level of respect he had for her.

“We have both discovered tonight something unexpected. I hope that you are pleased with it, as I am pleased with it. I want you Pearl….” His voice trembled with the intensity he put behind that last sentence. His eyes were blue torches, burning with all the need he had ever felt. She had the sensation of being bent backward as he bent his body forward and let her smaller frame settle onto his soft mattress. It did not feel like a normal bed, the way it supported her had a different mechanic to it. Instead of feeling springy it was supple, and supportive.

“But I cannot have you, unless you want to give me that gift. I would have it no other way. You are precious to me, Kitten, and I would never press you into something that should be given only under special circumstances, only with a special person. I am sorry that I lost my composure I let my own needs get the better of me. I hope you can forgive me for it.”

He settled down on the bed gently, looking down into her eyes earnestly. His hands were palm down splayed on either side of her face. His fingers managed to tangle themselves lightly into her long hair, though without offering any pressure to her scalp, just needing to touch her, and not trusting himself to be any more intimate. It would be so easy to loose himself in touching her body. His fingers ached to touch her skin.

“It is growing late, and I want you to stay here tonight. I will sleep on the couch. This house has been empty for far too long. It feels good to have someone sharing it with me, even if it is from the next room. Please think on it? If you do not feel comfortable say the word and I will drive you home.”
 
His lips met hers once again in a tender kiss, she closed her eyes and could feel his disappointment, pearl had wished she didn’t come there in a way and yet she was glad she did. She had so many mixed emotions within her; she knew he had the same except his were caused by her.

He placed her down and looked to her as she leaned her head back slightly and looked back. “My beautiful Pearl, it has been a long day for the both of us. I did not invite you to my house to try and seduce you. I promise you that. I just wanted to spend time with you.” He said to her as she bit her bottom lip and nodded to him swallowing hard.

His arms moved as he lifted her up and began to walk as she placed an arm around his neck and the other rested against his chest. She wondered where they were going as she heard his foot hit against the door and it opened, he shifted when he turned and the lights came on, she looked around and then to him.

“We have both discovered tonight something unexpected. I hope that you are pleased with it, as I am pleased with it. I want you Pearl….” He said as he walked over to the bed and leaned placing her down upon it as he arched her back pushing her breasts forth as the wet oil soaked shirt stuck to her flesh. He could easily see those tanned circles around her hard perky nubs as they pressed against the moist fabric.

“But I cannot have you, unless you want to give me that gift. I would have it no other way. You are precious to me, Kitten, and I would never press you into something that should be given only under special circumstances, only with a special person. I am sorry that I lost my composure I let my own needs get the better of me. I hope you can forgive me for it.”

“It was my fault I’ll admit it…” she said as she looked around and felt how she sank into the bed. Pearl had never slept on anything as comfortable as that, she looked up at him, her eyes wide as she tried to smile yet it was a false on. “I led you on, my body tells me one thing, my head another and my heart…well I don’t wish to add that into the mix…its confusing enough as it is.”

She watched as he moved on the bed, he moved almost as if he was in slow motion as she moved and gave him room, not that there wasn’t a vast amount, there was room for more than just them two. Her bed at home was thin and a twin, her back hurt from sleep this was one thousand times better, this was what she would own one day.

He drew her attention to him back again as she felt his hands on the side of her head, her eyes closed as his fingers moved through her hair as she gasped softly. That was a weakness for her something that was very endearing and so tender. Her eyes opened as she looked into his, her hands smoothed over the bed as she breathed deeply exhaling slowly.

“It is growing late, and I want you to stay here tonight. I will sleep on the couch. This house has been empty for far too long. It feels good to have someone sharing it with me, even if it is from the next room. Please think on it? If you do not feel comfortable say the word and I will drive you home.”

Pearl smiled to him as she squirmed a bit getting more comfortable. “I don’t wish to be taken home Jason, I don’t want to be anywhere but here with you.” With that said she moved and placed her hand at his pants and began to undo them. Pearl leaned in and kissed his lips so he couldn’t speak as she undid the button and tugged on the zipper.

Her small slender hand snaked its way down into his briefs and she could feel the moist head of his cock. Her fingertips and thumb began to massage it as she moaned against his mouth; she broke the kiss and looked to him. He eyes were wide; her face was serious as she rubbed the small opening with the pad of her thumb. “I-I…don’t need to think on it ...”

Her fingers tightened and loosed and she massaged the head listening to his words. Sliding her hand down as she moved him through her fist. Her hand tightened at the base as she gave a squeeze to his turgid meat and looked down eyeing her hand around his cock as she began to steadily jack him off.

Pearl thought if she caused the problem, and she couldn’t go all the way that she needed to undo what she done so her way was getting him off by hand hoping that would be enough for now. It made her own body ache as she did; her breaths began ragged as she could feel his hardness slide through her hand. She leaned in and kissed him again, she wanted him to forgive her for what she had done.

A whimper released from her mouth to his as she squeezed her inner muscles feeling her ache, her need as she stroked him faster, he slid through her hand easily before tightening her grip. Every now and then she would draw her fingers up and massage the knob and tease the tiny opening again then go back to those long strokes.

Releasing her lips from his she looked down and watched her work, she was amazed at the feel of him, the pleasure she got from just touching him. Pearl was pushing herself to her own edge as she tightened and released her muscles. Looking to him again she placed her lips so close to his, “shall I stop..?”

In her mind she was begging him to say no, she wanted to bring him to that point, she wanted to feel his cock throbbing and his hips moving against her...Pearl anted him to release all over her stomach as she aimed the tip towards her belly between the top of her panties and where his shirt was pooled up under her breasts. Pearl may not have had sex but she had touched a guy before, jacked him off and she found she liked the feel of him getting off on her. It was embarassing but it turned her on and the boy never minded either...he just didn't want her any other way. She pushed that thought from her mind and concentrated on him.
 
“It was my fault I’ll admit it…” “I led you on, my body tells me one thing, my head another and my heart…well I don’t wish to add that into the mix…its confusing enough as it is.”

He looked upon her as she lay, relaxed lightly against the mattress of his bed. Her hair was spread out like a large fan, serpentine ringlets stretching out eagerly behind her head. His fingers were just enjoying the sensation of touching her hair. He could hear a gasp fall from her lips as he did so. He had not intended for his touch to be enticing. He just craved her, he could not help himself. In his mind this was the safest kind of touch. It was intimate but not inherently sexual on his own. Though he had to admit that he found almost any sort of touch sexual after he had been as turned on as she had made him.

He watched her as she shifted her body. His own gaze eagerly devouring her body. He was still very much lusting for her, it was clear in his eyes. His gaze lingered on the soft flesh of her stomach as she exposed it to him. The way her breasts were pressing up against his shirt, drew his eyes. He felt his hardness begin to pulse longingly. In his minds eye he could see himself cupping the delicious mounds of flesh in hand. Eagerly devouring them with his lips, his tongue, his teeth.

“I don’t wish to be taken home Jason, I don’t want to be anywhere but here with you.”

His only reply to her words was a bright smile. Obviously she had said the perfect thing, it washed away all the negative from his presence and just left him looking at her with a deep adoration in his eyes.

Suddenly she was reaching out to his pants. He swallowed the words he was about to say, about how it had not been her fault, his body was just as guilty of betrayal. Another sort of litany tried to escape from his lips. To tell her to stop, to wait, he couldn’t take more teasing, he wasn’t trying to guilt her into anything. She stopped him with a hot kiss.

He felt his heart clench painfully, and his stomach seemed to be trying to flip over and turn in on itself. Lances of flame rushed through his body, causing his skin to flush with sudden need. Was she really about to touch him? He wasn’t sure he could take it. He had wanted her so much, for so long, and now she was going to give him something he needed so desperately.

At first it seemed as if he were going to just pull away from her. He had intended to settle her in and then go take a shower. All thoughts of that were gone now. On the verge of pulling away from her, she felt his body tremble with unfathomable need for her. His resistance crumbled once more and instead of pulling away from her, he added fire to the kiss, letting the intensity of his hunger for her drift through his lips.

He felt her hand snake into his briefs, and suddenly her hand was touching his bare rod, totally without protection or barrier. He gasped ruggedly against her lips. Instantly she was rewarded. As soon as she touched his hard cock, she could feel moisture trickling out from the head of his length. The hot, viscous fluid instantly provided a lubricant for her small hand, as it dribbled down the contours of his head.

His vein infused shaft was throbbing, the head was an aggravated red, his need was becoming more and more all encompassing, encouraged by the attention she was giving him. Her words kissed his ears and gave him a que that he had been waiting for.

“I-I…don’t need to think on it ...”

Well, that was all he needed to hear.

His head drew back, and his eyes lumbered closed. His chest heaving with breath as her touch was ravaging his body with lust. His voice rushed from his lips, filled with desperation. “Oh kitten. I’ve been waiting for you I have needed you for so long. I knew the moment I saw you that you were what I wanted.”

His voice was trembling with need, and it was all that was there to telegraph the sudden explosion of his need for her. His hands had up until this point been curled into the sheets. Now they released the fabric and sought out the fabric of his oil soaked shirt. The motion was quick, and with a jerk of his hands buttons flew wildly, one of them striking him in the chest, leaving an ugly red mark against sun dark flesh.

She met his sudden feral nature with a kiss, and he felt such intense emotion in her lips. His own pressed fiercely to her, in a kiss like fire. His hips began to rock as she circled him with her hand. He felt her squeeze firmly, then stroke softly, and he was impressed for a moment. She seemed to know her way around the desires of the male member. Her hand was wickedly hinting at just what her soaking lips would do to him, if he were to be inside her right now. All that was missing was that delightful heat the come along with it.

The kiss was broken once more, she was torturing him! The slow long strokes, followed by her deft little fingers teasing the head of his length. As she continued to work his length for everything it was worth, he continued to feed the attention with more salty fluid, to make the movement of her hands that much simpler. She could very easily smell the scent of his lust filling the air. His need was palpable, and intoxicating.

“shall I stop..?”

He could feel his seed building within the soft sacks of flesh nestled between his thighs. His eyes were greedily watching her body, the way it moved, the way the oil soaked her flesh. He stared particularly long at her breasts. His gaze was so palpable, that she might be able to feel it.

Containment of his desire was no longer an option. His hands were greedy as they settled on her hips. Fingertips splayed wide on her bare stomach. His eyes watching the picture with unmasked lust. Fingertips creeping upward as his rough skin teased her soft, untouched skin. His palm pressing to her abdomen, with a very intense pressure, giving pressure to her womb, and inner walls without ever parting the folds of her pussy. His hands continued to draw upward, he was not content just to be touched. He had to touch her. His hands closed around her breasts and he let out a hungry moan of pleasure. He had been wanting to do that since he had seen her in that swim suit top.

Kneading the soft globes in his greedy hands his eyes raised to her own. She was still waiting for his answer. His touch wasn’t enough? Shuddering with growing need as it began to build in him he spoke in a heated voice. His words were tinged with fierce need for her.

“No kitten. I need you. So much! I’ll stop when you say the words, but I don’t want to stop, and I don’t want you to stop. My body is yours for exploring. I need you.”

He closed his eyes. Feeling slightly foolish. His words were a rambling mess, and he had never been so blatant about his desire before, never so open with a woman. She would think him a total fool for being so vulnerable. That last “I need you” was invested with so much desperation and emotion he sounded in the brink of tears. Inside he could feel his soul being torn apart. If she stopped now… if she fled from him at this point. Well he didn’t know if he could survive it. He really did need her.
 
Pearl shifted on the bed, she felt his fingers through her mane as he soothed her, calming her fears as she relaxed and looked within his eyes and smiled softly taking in his sent, his beautiful body aside her to explore and touch as she wished or so she had hoped.

He smiled to her words of not wanting to go home, which pearl knew was a good sign, that he wanted her there as he said. It wasn’t she doubted his words it was more reassurance in everything she did and said to him. He was much older, he was more experienced than her by far, and he admitted that with his truths he told her about his marriages and lovers previously before she ever crawled into his bed.

His body seemed to tense slightly as if he was thinking of what his next move would be, She couldn’t wait pearl needed to touch him if not more, the devil and angle sitting upon her shoulders were fighting back and forth, one fighting to keep her innocence and the other telling her to give into her darkened sins. His lips returned the kiss she placed, she could feel his desire within it as it turned lustful, heated with passion and emotion.

This was a game played with a man who could eat her alive and she knew it, she placed herself in a position that was killing her, pulling her in so many ways that she wasn’t maybe able to handle what was all happening. His fingers moved through her hair again as she whimpered to his mouth wanting to pull him upon her or for him to just take her and engulf every bit of her up.

Pearl knew she could easily love this older man, not for what he could give her but for what he was…himself that man she got to know for taking a chance on her that could easily be washed away like a sudden rain. Everything is life was built on chances and this one was a big one, a gamble and she was about to roll the dice and take her turn with Jason.

His voice was softer than she could ever imagine, just hearing it made her body tremble with excitement as she savored it listening to him as every word kept her on the edge as he spoke. “Oh kitten. I’ve been waiting for you I have needed you for so long. I knew the moment I saw you that you were what I wanted.”

“The day I saw you standing there with Mr. Potter was the day I knew for some reason you would be entering my life, I never knew how or for what reason but I don’t wish to analyze it but embrace it Jason…”

Pearl blinked at her own words, they sounded so grown up, she wasn’t used to speaking that way around others only Miss. Mills who treated her like an adult, Flip he treated her as if she were a child but he gave her the attention she needed and now she realized she wanted to spread her wings and fly, soak and be that caterpillar that changed to a beautiful butterfly and he was allowing her to do just that.

Jason’s hands came into play; they left her hair and disappeared within the sheets as she laid there with him. Pearl felt the tugging hard of the fabric that hide her flesh from his eyes, she felt it pull away quickly as he ripped it open like a wild man and exposed her breast to him. A shiver move through her as she sucked in a breath, her nipples hardened immediately as the cool air from the room kissed upon each rosy pink nub making them erect and ready to be touched, teased, toyed with in ant form he was to give to her.

Dance her body did arching towards him as she swallowed hard and looked over him seeing the small red mark appear upon his chest. The need to kiss it was strong but she knew once she did that she’d want more, and more, a never ending taste of him against her lips to dine on like the fine wine he had poured for her at dinner.

Leaning in she met him half way for a kiss that seared their desires fully as a jolt moved through her body bringing it to life like never before. He ignited her within, even the tips of each silken hair felt it, like every nerve ending met as one and the fissure between all caused her to come alive like never before.

Pearl felt him move with her hand, his hips pushing against her as his swollen shaft moved within her loose fist, she tightened her hold and moaned to his mouth again as her own danced forth and then back wanting to collide as one and explode with him like a volcano that has e dormant for more years than anyone can remember, to be the brink teetering for what seems a life time then to fall off into the abyss as he held her within his arms.

Each vein that pressed against his flesh was felt along her soft hand, her fingertips teased the bulbous head as her thumb played exciting him more driving his desires to flame like a fire spiked by anything to ignite it and make it blaze higher and higher with each passing minute. The tip bubbled with salty pre seed, Pearl smeared it around the head and slickened bits of his flesh as she stroked him again and again, feeling it dry only to get more from the source.

His scent grew like her own stronger lingering around them in a whirlwind, two creatures in a ritual mating dance, calling to each other by what seemed to be a single breath, a single heartbeat and touched that was burning when placed upon the others flesh.

His eyes dropped from hers and moved to her breasts, hers followed as she looked over her flesh seeing how the warming oil soaked through his shirt and upon her skin making it glisten like smeared sweat. Looking down further she watched as the dark flared head settled against the top of her fist as she pulled up dragging her fingertips once more around the head touching the flesh as she smeared the seeping liquid and then curled around him again and stroked him more as she breathed heavier, her body writhed upon his bed like a silent calling to him.

When his hands settled upon her hips her body immediately pushed upwards as she pushed her head back within the pillow, her mouth opened and she gasped and cried softly to him squeezing his prick within her deft fingers.

A whispering single word escaped from her lips, ‘yes-s-s-s-s’ seeped out as she held there squeezing him tighter as his hands moved upon her body. Pearl wanted to scream out but instead she bit upon her bottom lip, closed her eyes and breathed heavily through her nose arched hard.

His hands met her breasts cupping them as she twisted her body as his cock came up within her small fist, she cried out and once again her body twisted back. He knew every move to make her move, to turn her into nothing more than a puddle of bones and flesh under his touch. Her nipples were so hard they were like diamonds that could cut glass, aching to be suckled, to be pinched, and touched in any way as long as it was done she didn’t care how.

“No kitten. I need you. So much! I’ll stop when you say the words, but I don’t want to stop, and I don’t want you to stop. My body is yours for exploring. I need you.”

Arched before him her hand released, her body settled slowly against the bed as she sucked in a breath and looked to him, her head lifted as her hands cupped his face and her body turned just enough to where she could place a tender kiss upon both of his eye lids. With his hands massaging her breasts like two mounds of fresh dough she caressed his face and listened as he said he needed her.

It was then she realized she was ready, her words were raspy as she could hardly think straight but she knew now what it was she wanted, the devil won. Pearl moved enough from him where she could tug one cuff of the shirt and then the other as she pushed it from her shoulders and then from around her. She swallowed hard as he was the first man ever to see her fully naked.

The tie was tugged and placed aside the bed with the shirt leaving her wearing just her soaked panties which she decided that she would remove just to let him know it was her choice to go further, her desire to allow him to take what could never be gotten back that she was told should be given only when lovers wed.

Her hands slid down her stomach working about his body as they laid so close, her thumbs hooked the sides of her panties as she wiggled and lifted pushing them down her rounded firm bottom, drawing her knees up as she slid them down her creamy thighs and to her slender ankles where she released them and pulled her one foot out as they hung from the other.

Her legs widened as she hung her foot over the edge with her leg stretched out and with a single motion the soaked silk dropped to the floor leaving her vulnerable and wanton. Her body moved like a wave as she turned to him and then moved to where she was before and laid there wanting to cover herself but yet the same wanting him to see every inch of her young agile body…”I’m ready…” pearl said and swallowed hard feeling her body shake from nerves.

He could see her cheeks flushed with a light pink in color as she had no idea what she was doing from this point on but she knew she didn’t want to turn back, she wanted Jason to be the one that turned her into a woman.
 
There seemed to be a thousand thoughts rolling behind those beautiful eyes of hers. He would have given all of his worldly possessions to be able to read her mind in that moment. What was she thinking? Was she excited? Afraid? Did she think him some horrible monster? He would have done everything in his power to give her the safety and security a woman like her so richly deserved. He wanted to tell her the truth, this was not just some roll in the hay with a local country girl like that bastard Potter. Every breath she took down to the simplest blink of her beautiful eyes. Everything she did filled him with a sense of wonder and adoration for her, and it was becoming stronger by the second.

He was indeed more sexually experienced than her, and as such his mind was playing torturous games with him! Already moving six steps ahead, he knew what could happen, and how wonderful it would be to share with his pearl. That was how he saw her now. Not just Pearl Barrows. She was His. They had already shared too much in too short a time for him not to recognize the bond between them. It would grow, and it would be stronger then a six foot thick steel wall. Already their need for each other was something that seemed so powerful it should come with a surgeon general’s warning. He was hopelessly addicted, without the smallest desire to sober. He would give her everything, if she would just let him..

“The day I saw you standing there with Mr. Potter was the day I knew for some reason you would be entering my life, I never knew how or for what reason but I don’t wish to analyze it but embrace it Jason…”

He felt a tingle run from the tip of his toes, all the way to his ears. She had felt the connection too? They truly were two halves of the same puzzle if they could recognize their need for one another with a glance and a word or two. No, this was by far no simple tryst. This had the fingertips of fate brushing the back of his neck, the very thought of it made him shudder.

He let out a deep groan, feeling her hands continue to stroke his length. Her touch was becoming less nervous, more sure about him as she learned how his body responded to her touch, how it craved more! He could see the change in her. Already she was not the timid little girl he met this morning. She was changing into a beautiful, sexy woman who was becoming more sure about her life with each grain of sand passing through the hour glass. He was only the catalyst to her transformation, and hell what a great job it was!

He shuddered with longing, feeling his body crying out for more, begging for more of her touch. He could not just sit idle while she drove him mad with need. His hands began to caress her breasts, and at first his touch was gentle, sensual, loving. Quickly it became clear he had only been holding back for her benefit, not wanting to scare her with the intensity of his need. His hands quickly found their way to pinching those soft supple nubs of flesh, demanding a reaction from her heavenly flesh. He wanted, craved, needed, and for the first time in years, he was going to surrender to it, and enjoy her. For as long as she would let him. Perhaps he was just being greedy? Perhaps, but he knew on a deep level that she would understand, and expect nothing less from him.

Each time their lips met was like the fourth of july. The explosions it sent coursing through his senses left him without the ability to form coherent thought. Her lips had a natural gift, and they were soft, supple, pouty. Perfect for kissing, and he had to wonder just how talented her lips were. That thought added another rush of fire to the kiss, and started a soft rumbling growl in the pit of his throat.

His hips were rocking into her hand. His motions were no longer just natural reaction to her touch, he was embracing it with all of him. His hips were rocking greedily, he craved more, and wanted to enjoy every touch of her fingertips, every squeeze of his length. His hunger drove him on, and he was amazed at how quickly he felt his own need building up between the soft sacks of flesh between his thighs. If this kept up much longer she would not need to tell him to stop, he might just spray his seed all over her bare stomach.

The sound of her whispering word, her approval filled the room like a hissing tea kettle. More than that it filled his mind, his heart, his soul. She had yet to complain about his touch, but this was something different, something powerful. She was in the grip of pleasure because of his touch, releasing her body to his care and touch. That knowledge made the core of his being resonate with the urge to give her more, grant her every desire she had ever come up with, and any she might not be able to.

His words brought a change in the way she moved. She slowly let her body relax against the bed, and she turned toward him. He felt a sudden explosion of fear, he thought his heart was going to explode, and he felt tears sting at the back of his eyelids. Had he said something wrong? Was she going to leave him? He couldn’t let this happen! She was the compliment to his weathered and beaten soul. He needed her on a level that lust could never match. Her lips drew closer and on instinct his eyes closed.

He dared not open them. His breath shuddered and he froze like a deer stuck in the headlights. He heard the shuffle of fabric and his hands gently released her body. She had released him as well. He could not take this any more, he had to know! He opened his eyes, and his mouth at the same time. The momentary fear in his eyes, the fear of rejection, that she would destroy him like a hammer shatters broken glass was evident in his gaze for a split second. His lips fell silent. She wasn’t getting dressed, she was removing more clothing. She wasn’t turning him away, she was embracing their relationship. Surprise replaced fear, and then recognition and pleasure washed away the rest.

His hands were balled up in the sheets. He watched her remove the shirt, feeling his longing become desperate. How he wanted to touch her! He dared not however. He just sat back and enjoyed the show she was giving him. She had the most amazing body he had ever seen. Young, supple, and very eager for a man to unlock her desires. He saw her shift her hips and start to run her hands over her stomach. Just before her fingertips touched her panties he let out a low moan of anticipation and need. He didn’t even have the sense to register that he might want to be embarrassed about that. Just watching her move her nude body was making him want to find his climax right then and there, and no one was touching him. Would she think him disgusting for finding this little display so erotic? She moved like a dancer. For just a moment she was more than mortal flesh. She was fantasy come to life. She was the mysterious, exotic woman every man dreamed of, but would never admit to. The woman who knew his every need and want, and tauntingly wielded those desires with fingertips of fire, and lips that could shatter the gates of heaven.

By the time she came to settle back down on the bed in her former position he was quite a sight. Panting like a dog in heat, his whole frame trembling with the need to shrug off the shackles they were putting upon each other. She would have had to been blind to not see just how much he enjoyed her brief little show. He still just watched her. He knew the moment he touched her, he would be lost. He would become a monster born out of his own need for her, and he might not be able to stop when she asked him to. No, he would keep control. He would not let himself be ruled by his need, and harm the most precious thing he ever had. His eyes fell shut and he took several slow, deep, calming breaths. Her words registered in his brain, and his eyes opened. Lust was there, but was totally overwhelmed in something she may have not seen from a man before. He knew her soul. He recognized it for the beauty that it was, and he loved it. He loved her. It was just the framework of course, but there was no hiding it.

Slowly, his body aching from need, he crawled over her body as she displayed it for him demurely. His own needs were suddenly forgotten; tugging at the edge of his mind as if they belonged to another man. He straddled one of her creamy thighs, the length of his aching shaft nestling against her skin. She could feel his racing pulse through the vein filled meat, the aching throb that only she could cure. Yet even as his body trembled from the stimulation his mind seemed focused.

His hand came up to touch her cheek like a feather. His heart was in his eyes. This was not an act of lust any longer. She was giving him a gift he could never repay her for. He wanted her to see the inner workings of his soul, the truth of just how much it, and she meant to him. His lips found her own, and there was no room for lust. This kiss was all emotion, all tenderness, and affection for this woman who completed him.

His body was trembling as the kiss lingered. He was straining to hold himself back, but he would not let himself go. He refused. She deserved romance and love, and he was going to give her just that.

When the kiss finally broke his words were soft, coated with an overtone of warmth. “If you need me to stop Pearl, it does not matter when or why, you tell me. I promise you I will stop on the instant, and will not be the smallest bit upset. You are far too important to me. I would never hurt you. Promise me?”

There was a finality in his tone, a definite feeling that this would not proceed until he heard the promise from her lips.
 
When his fingertips and thumbs pinches her nipples her body jolted to life, she arched and twisted aside him stroking him faster as she couldn’t believe how just a single touch felt. She kept reverting back to those romance novels but since there wasn’t much to go on she took whatever she could get. How women were sexually placed a blaze by a hand to their face, a hip or to their breasts, it was as if pearl what that character and she was living the novel.

Pearl watched him watch her as she slowly undressed before him, it was like junior high all over again and she was the awkward girl in the locker room changing for gym, the one that was more undeveloped than the rest yet each week you still went back and done it again except you learnt to hide or wait till others were no longer around. Only now, he wasn’t going anywhere and she wasn’t running to hide her body which was now well developed.

Eyeing him up she noticed how his hands grasped the bedding within them, she watched as his eyes moved along every curve of her body and she lowered her head tilting it forth to hide the embarrassment she felt.

She was telling herself once this is done, no going back she knew within she wanted him, but always no matter what choice a person makes there is always a small hint of the opposite choice that lingers within the back of her head, maybe the devils advocate that’s in each of us, Pearl didn’t know.

Pearl could hear Miss. Mills voice telling her to save her self for marriage. She could hear her words about him being much older than her and the reasons behind why he’d want a girl much younger than himself, a man of money buying anything he wanted. Her eyes closed tightly as she finished undressing closing out the older woman’s voice and filling her head with much better thoughts.

Fully exposed to him it was up to him now and she glanced around looking for anything other than the shirt she had on to cover her body, and was glad when he made his move and crawled over her as she moaned to him feeling his warmth against her own. The feel of his erect member rubbing and sliding along her warm thighs aroused her state of excitement and she had no idea what she was in store for.

Pearl wrapped her arms around him feeling his still slick flesh that she had the pleasure of covering with warm oil, touching every bit she could. She had wondered how many women he had bed and walked from, hating thoughts like that which creped in, she didn’t want the answers it was for her to know.

His lips locked with her and sealed the most heavenly kiss she could ever feel with another in a lifetime. Her ache grew within, her body lifted to his as her legs pulled slightly back feeling his length move along her flesh. Both their bodies held a thin sheen of oil making it easier for them to move, she twisted under him getting in a comfortable position as the infusion of two was creating.

Her lips parted as the kiss broke, her eyes searching his for so many answers to questions she had not even asked as of yet. “If you need me to stop Pearl, it does not matter when or why, you tell me. I promise you I will stop on the instant, and will not be the smallest bit upset. You are far too important to me. I would never hurt you. Promise me?”

Her head lifted as she kissed his lips quickly yet tenderly, her arms lifted as her fingers moved along the sides of his head feeling the hair sift through it. “I promise Jason, but in return…keep in mind...” her quieted for a moment and then bit her lip.

It was indeed one big embarrassment that she had no clue what to expect, “if this doesn’t feel good the first time I deserve a second chance…” she smiled and lifted the tension she felt between them trying to smile and yet in the same sense not knowing what to expect was a fear.

He said he wouldn’t hurt her but she knew the first time was always to be painful yet she was ready for it, she was ready for anything with this man that stole her heart and was about to take her virginity.

She had no expectations and prayed to god he didn’t either.
 
The kiss was so full of intimate passion, such tenderness. He could have died a happy man right then and there. He could feel the bond between the two of them, it was more than just mutual lust. It was more than just a man seducing a woman who was innocent and oh so delectable. Already he cared for her in such an intense way he could not put it to words. He knew what was going to come next would hurt, and he felt his chest tighten with anxiety. He would have given anything not to bring her any sort of pain, but in order for them to be together as they both longed for, this had to happen.

She began to speak and he stopped, poised upon the point of nestling the head of his throbbing length against her inner thigh.
“I promise Jason, but in return…keep in mind...” Then she fell silent and bit her bottom lip. He would have to tell her later how adorable he thought her demure gestures were. Then she spoke again and he couldn’t help but grin in a manner that was full of pleasure, and excitement. “if this doesn’t feel good the first time I deserve a second chance…”

His grin turned into soft, playful laughter as he leaned his body close, letting her feel the full length of his need for her nestle so close to the hot center of her body. He could feel the heat of her sex radiating against the head of his hard shaft. Christ what torture! “Just if it doesn’t feel good? What happens if it does feel good? Are you going to deny me kitten? Maybe I should make sure it’s not pleasant so that I can have you again..” He leaned close and pressed a kiss to each of her eyelids and gave her a smile full of warmth. “I promise…and relax you have nothing to worry about. Don’t worry about anything except trying to enjoy the moment. There is no standard to live up to, no comparison to worry of. I just want to be closer to you. To know everything about you. You are quite literally the woman of my dreams. Have no fear my pet, just let this be everything you hoped for, alright?”

Again he claimed her lips in another intimate kiss, though there was no denying the fire and the passion within the kiss this time. He was content for the moment to let his hips settle near her own. Letting his length throb greedily against her thigh. Letting her feel his need, but also showing her that the pace was not going to be dictated solely by his own need for her. One hand rested against the bed near her chest to support his weight, the other began to walk fingertips down along her abdomen. He spoke softly, his eyes leaving her face to watch his hand work her skin as it spider walked down her flesh. “If you don’t mind, Pearl, I’d like to start slow. Let your body get used to my touch before we get to the part that will be somewhat painful…” She could hear his heart wrench in his words as he mentioned the painful part of their coupling.

His fingers starting to slowly trace gentle circles around her flat, toned tummy. He was just admiring the way her skin felt beneath his fingers. The way the oil slicked her skin and allowed his fingers to glide over it so magnificently. “Perfect” the word was whispered, like a thought not meant to be spoken. His gaze shifting from her stomach, to her face. There was a warm and loving smile on those lips and he spoke.

“You have a very beautiful body, My kitten. Have you ever considered dancing as a hobby? Those legs look strong and flexible. I think you would make a beautiful dancer.”

He settled himself back on his knees. His other hand reaching down to join it’s twin on her stomach, continuing to trace what seemed to be nonsensical patterns on her tanned flesh. His eyes fell to his chore, raking, stroking, caressing her skin, watching her react to his touch with the attention of a master craftsman, at his trade. There was a look glittering in his eyes that said he fully intended to not only love her tonight, but to worship her body in the process.

His touch changed and shifted, instead of tracing fingertips over her skin, his palms began to drag the lightly calloused skin over her stomach, smoothing over it with a firm pressure. Letting the heat of his skin mingle with the heat of her own, and the oil itself heating a little. His hands moved up and covered her breasts softly. Gently cupping them in hand, as if they were a delicate treasure he was determined to keep safe at all costs. He held them and began to rub them tenderly. Looking down into her eyes, he let his hips come to settle straddle against her own. Nestling the hard pulsing shaft of his rod between the hot folds of her sex. His hips slowly shifting, moving with a faint, but teasing manner.

His hips started to move in a slow rhythm, as if he were already within her. He was just getting her acclimated to the feeling of their bodies moving in time with one another. He could not with hold the moan of pleasure that fell from his lips as he felt her moist head coating his hardness. His whole body began to tremble, oh he was teasing himself so terribly. His hands trembled upon her breasts and he let his head fall back, releasing an enticing gasp.

He knew enough to know that the more aroused he got her, the easier it would be for him to enter her. Her body would be aching and desperate for him. So she would be more willing to accept his girth, her walls would be more relaxed.

Shifting his hips slowly, dropping them down and pressing forward so that he could lean down to claim her lips in a kiss. Kissing her with a growing passionate flame as his fingers wandered down her figure. When the angle of his hips changed, the way his cock was rubbing against her little slit changed as well. He went from rocking against her folds, to grinding his hard shaft directly against her clit.

His fingertips raking their way down began to run red lines along her thighs. Then he began to dig his strong fingers into her muscles, kneading the skin lustily. His fingers walked their way up, kneading muscle and tormenting flesh as he neared the treasure between her thighs. Even as he rocked his shaft against her sensitive clit, he let his index finger part her folds slowly, gently, and then press very softly within her.
 
He laughed as she spoke, which was what she wanted, the mood lightened as he laid upon her snuggled against her smaller frame with his own. “Just if it doesn’t feel good? What happens if it does feel good? Are you going to deny me kitten? Maybe I should make sure it’s not pleasant so that I can have you again...” Pearl snickered as she loved how he made her feel, he relaxed her and yet in the same sense he made her feel wanted and safe…and even a bit loved.

“I promise…and relax you have nothing to worry about. Don’t worry about anything except trying to enjoy the moment. There is no standard to live up to, no comparison to worry of. I just want to be closer to you. To know everything about you. You are quite literally the woman of my dreams. Have no fear my pet; just let this be everything you hoped for, alright?” She looked to him after those words were spoken and he calmed her more than anyone ever had as she nodded her head in a yes fashion to him in a silent agreement.

Pearl locked lips with him while she felt his need for her pressing against her thigh. She desperately wanted to feel him inside her pain or not, she had to, a want needed filled and she knew now was the time and he was the man to fulfill her desires. His lips were like fire as was the rest of him as he lay against her, her body smoldering under his as she could feel a pulse within his member as it was sandwiched between him and her.

His weight shifted as she listened to him speak, he cared for her and she now knew it even more so than what she thought. He never wanted to hurt her in any way, he wanted it as less painful as he could make up but they both knew pain would be there and in a way it scared her but she wasn’t turning back, she wasn’t going to deny him. The moment was a touch awkward for her, but she was a survivor and she would make it through this to be better the next round….because with her determination there would be one.

He looked over her as his fingertips moved in a design around her toned flat stomach. She looked down and watched them move, she imagined the trails they would make and the design left behind. He caught her attention as he called her body perfect and then spoke about her dancing as she laughed. “No thank you, I have my sights set for bigger and greater things in life…”

He moved to his knees as she grew curious as to what he was doing not understanding why he wasn’t taking her, not laying on her and plunging into her, having sex…with her. His other hand moved to his first and played along her tanned flesh, she watched his hands move along her, touching her and exciting her. Pearl could feel her juices seem to gush from her swollen nether lips as she gasped and understood now, the foreplay, the turn on, and yet could she get any more turned on than she was then and now?

His hands switched and laid flat against her belly as he moved them around, they slid easily from the oil that made her flesh glisten. Pearl bit her bottom lip as they moved upwards and cupped her breasts, massaging them within his weathered hands as she groaned out and arched her back pushing her breasts to him. He straddled her feeling him over her looking down upon her as she smiled ad had this soft glow about her as if her body knew everything in her life would change after this night.

His cock teased along her folds making her tingle within and pearl knew if he continued teasing like that she could easily get off just by that. Her chest rose up high and she held her breath and then slowly released it as she watched her breasts and hands fall slowly. Her hips began to move against and with his, she gasped and breathed faster knowing she had to stop or it would be all over for her and she would be embarrassed.

Pearl reached and curled her fingers around his forearms, his body rocked steadily as she closed her eyes and when she did his moan drew her in, it was an invitation to her as she gasped louder and moaned back. Her nipples pressed into his hands as he massaged her, both pressing to his warm flesh as she pushed her hips against his feeling his cock slide through her slick inner pink folds. His swollen knob brushed back and forth against her clit as her mouth opened and she breathed quickly in shard gasps in and back out as he took her closer to orgasm.

He covered her mouth with his as his hips shifted and she could feel him tease her clit like she did when lying in bed. Her body ached with need, she whimpered to his mouth as her breaths through her nose grew faster and faster. Her hips rubbed his she was quickening her pace under him as she whimpered to his mouth. Her fingertips raked his arms as she gripped tightly and then released again.

Pearl’s whole body was connected as flits of electricity felt as if it jolted her body as she whimpered again and again. He knew what he was doing to the hungry virginal young lady in his bed. Hi fingertips dug in deeper and it never mattered to her, she enjoyed him, she enjoyed every bit he gave to her.

When his hands reached the crease of her thighs she gasped and moaned loudly as her slips tore away from his and her body spasmed uncontrollably as his finger entered her. She bit her bottom lip and tried to stop what her body was feeling wanting him to back off and place the brakes on but that was her mind, her body was saying different as she reached for his hand and curled his fingers around it as her upper body lifted.

When his finger slid back out she held his hand there and looked at him, ‘if you don’t stop now….’
She said trying to breath. Pearl was embarrassed to tell him she would orgasm, but he could easily see that in her eyes and the way her body moved against his hand feeling her inner walls clenching the tip of his finger that was inside her as her juices felt as if they poured from her tight hole.
 
She was absolutely wonderful. The way she reacted to his touch, the way she melted at every look, the way she hung on his every word. For a brief moment he allowed himself to revel in the power he had over her. It inspired truly wicked thoughts within his mind. Soon perhaps they could explore these things, but not now, not yet. For now he had to make a woman out of her, and then they could become more intimate with each other’s pleasure.

He heard her words, heard the heat, the passion in them. He also noticed they dropped off before she could finish. He considered his position briefly, and wondered if he should finish the job with his fingers. Perhaps it would help make his entrance easier? Or perhaps she was one of the few women who could only find pleasure once. His body stilled against her own, and she could feel him tremble from protest to his own actions. He wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

His fingertips fled from her sensitive center of nerves, and he allowed himself to run his soaked fingers over his own length, giving himself a natural lubricant in the form of her love juices. He shuddered softly. His eyes rolling shut at the taunting feel of what awaited him.

He shifted himself, so that the head of his throbbing member was nestled gently against her inner folds. Taunting her with the hint of parting her, taking her, claiming her as his. His eyes burned with the flame of his need as they hungrily rolled over her flesh. She was so beautiful, so ready, so willing. Could he really take her? She could never give this gift to another man. That excited him on one level, and on another all together it frightened him.

He let his body loom over her own. Pressing his lips to her own in a much more tender embrace than their last. The effort of holding himself back was starting to build. His breathing was coming hot, and he was forced to break the kiss earlier than he would have liked. In a breathless tone he whispered softly. “Are you ready, my darling Pearl?”

It was now or never. Slowly, ever so slowly he began to put pressure against her silken lips. Parting her with the most tenderness he could muster. His eyes locked to hers and he studied her face. He was watching for any sign that she might want to stop him. He tried to chase away his own feelings of apprehension. It would not help the situation, and he had to make her feel comfortable. He could not do that if he was clearly nervous as well.

His arms circled her frame, pulling her slightly off of the bed and against his body. His hips still moved slowly, with the utmost care. He felt the resistance of her body as he let her body adjust to the girth of the head of his length. He was throbbing eagerly. The warm heat of her depths were taunting, like a flame just beyond the reach of his body. The urge to just slam himself to the hilt within her was almost overbearing. He needed her, so badly. He had been so close to climax multiple times today, and it was starting to take it’s toll on his body.

His groin was starting to ache painfully, the need had stretched on for a long time now. Each rush of his pulse brought with it a slow growing pang of agony. Still he pushed his own need aside. He could feel the thin barrier that was her purity, the head of his engorged manhood pressed against it. She could feel his pulse racing, his heart pounding. Each breath seemed to end with a soft groan on his lips. So full of need, so full of desire for her.

Still he paused and let his eyes touch her own. The depth of his heart and soul filled his gaze and washed over her like a soothing balm. Love at first sight was usually a cheesy reference, but not this time. He had felt an emotional tie to her from the first glimpse. She had come into his life like sunshine to chase away the chill of his lonely existence. She was the light in his life, and now she was about to give him a gift she could never give another man, after one of the best days he had lived out in recent memory.

Leaning forward, his lips tugged sweetly against her own, she could feel him straining, holding back the beast for her. His lips trembled as the touch of her lips upon his own was almost enough to overwhelm his senses. He pressed his hips forward, pressing against that which she could never have back. With one slow, tender thrust of his cock he took her on a level no man would ever have her again, piercing not only her innocence, but the depths of her soul.

The kiss broke as he felt her walls more tightly embrace him. He gave a soft gasp, but it quickly turned into a deep, throaty moan, so full of wanton lust and pleasure that it surprised even him. He felt a momentary pang of guilt over taking pleasure while he knew she must be experiencing great pain, but he could not help it. His body needed her, and for the first time in a long time, he felt complete.

His lips nuzzled against the shell of her ear, and he whispered one word, full of lust, and bone deep tenderness.

“Mine...”
 
There was never a more ready young woman than the one he had in bed, she was scared and yet she was eager, she was turned on and he knew it just from the way she moved with him, the way her juices flowed when he pumped his fingers into her heat opening and she clenched them sucking them in and wanting more. Once the first time was over she knew she would be more open with him, she would share things with him that she had never told another.

Pearl watched as his finger pushed in and twisted within her tightness, she clenched them and gasped out as her eyes closed partially and she could feel her body wanting to hump his hand like she did at home when she laid there feeling horny or stressed and found relief in a nice climax, but she knew it was going to feel different when he finally took her the proper way, and pearl was the gar student ready to take whatever he gave to her.

Looking down she watched as he pulled back and used her slick pussy juices to rub all along his stiff cock, she watched how his face changed and his eyes closed for a few moments as she guided his hand along himself.

Pearl was offering her self as she laid there, her legs spread and her wanton hole seeping waiting to be filled. He moved into position as she face him a softened smile and watched as she guided himself to her parted folds, she breathed in deep and released slowly. He seemed to stop as she watched; she wondered what was going through her head knowing it was two different things; she swallowed hard and reached to him cupping his face with her soft hand. Her fingers curled to his features and it seemed like she was pulling him to her wanting it there and now giving him that green light.

His body hovered over hers, so close to laying over her and blanketing her as her fingers curled along his jaw and he leaned in kissing her lips and she squirmed in anticipation. His lips were soft pressing to hers as she moaned against them. He broke the kiss and asked her if she was ready, looking to his eyes she nodded, “more ready than you may think Jason.”

Pearl felt the pressure against her lips, she felt them part open as the deep colored head pushed its way through and she took in a deep breath and held it for a second or two then released it and looked to him locking eyes as she waited and then felt her body open, feeling his head stretch her seeping hole. Pearl searched his face wondering what was in his head taking her own thoughts away for any pain that was going to happen.

His arms cradled her as she wrapped hers around him and he pushed into her and Pearl felt the head pop into her opening as she arched a bit and took it sucking in a breath and releasing it slowly. She wished he would just ram her and get it over with but she knew that wouldn’t happen unless she did it herself. Pearl spoke softly, “I’m okay Jason…” she gave him another smile and a playful wink, she could feel his body tighten up, tensing.

Pearl felt the rim of his head against her inner walls, the head pushed and plowed through her velvet walls making way for the thick long shaft that was following behind. She whimpered and cried, he felt so good inside her, she wanted more, every inch given pearl wanted another. The head stopped as the pressure within was felt, this was here the pain was felt and she tried to prepare her self for it.

His groans made her feel good inside; she knew that she felt good wrapped around his cock, her lips slowly dragging as her juices made it easier for him to slide along that tight tunnel for the first time. Her eyes told him to do it, she waited as she locked her fingers behind his neck and gripped tightly expecting the worst.

It took a few pushes as his body rocked back and forth bumping against than thin membrane, she felt it break with a sharp pain and she tried not to allow it to show on her face as she moaned out. Pleasure kissing pain as she closed her eyes and knew it was finally done, and that precious gift was given and gone and pearl knew he was the man she was to give it to regardless of what the future brought to them.

He kissed her at that exact moment, the moment he ‘popped her cherry’ and took her virginity away. Pearl moaned to his mouth and her fingers unlocked as the pain slowly subsided as she could feel his body break into a sweat, his heart and pulse were racing fast like her own. She wanted to tell him it was okay, but she didn’t want his kiss to end.

He felt so incredibly good inside her, there was pain but not as much as she imagined. She read sometimes there is a lot and other times there are none, same went with blood, there was always that but how much was never something that was the same with each woman. Pearl could feel him fully in her he rested there letting get used to his girth.

Her eyes looked to his as she pulled her arms back and left her hands cup his face and her eyes said it all, she was okay…a survivor and wanting more. Pearl thought he needed reassurance, again she whispered, “I’m okay…” and kissed his lips as she lifted her head up from the pillow and then rested it again as his hips pulled back from hers.

The pain was there still but the feeling was intense so intense she broke out in a sweat. She left him lead and she followed, she laid there as she pulled back through closing her eyes just letting this new feeling wash over her. The head moved though as he touched every nerve ending and set her body on fire, she opened her eyes and looked to him as he spoke that one little word and she grinned and nodded. “yes…” was all she said and felt him move back within her again as she arched up and just closed her eyes again feeling him slide through as her scent grew stronger and her hands rested upon his shoulders, her finger curling over them and her mouth opening as she gasped and moaned in pleasure.

It felt right, she knew it was to be, it was he whom was to be the first, and she now had no doubt that the choice she made tonight was the right one, weight lifted from her as she opened her eyes and starred into his eyes following his motions with her body and taking him.
 
He wanted to laugh in spite himself. Here he was trying to make this powerful, intimate, and everything a girl would want from her first time, and she could read the apprehension in him, the terrible fear, the anguish of knowing in order for them to be together he had to bring her pain.

She was comforting him! Laughter would not come, but a smile shined through on his face, in his eyes. One so full of warmth and understanding there was never another smile to compare to it. He felt that bond between them solidify with each inch of his length she took.

Her words washed over him like a soothing balm, she was ready, and she was ok. She wanted more he could tell, and his body was being very demanding on it’s own. That word slipped out of his mouth without a thought and he almost wanted to take it back. Just on the cusp of being embaressed she responded in a way that surprised him.

“yes…”

His whole body tensed at her admission, and he stopped everything and just trembled with longing. His eyes fell shut, and his breathing lurched, as if he didn’t know if he should draw in, or let out a breath. Instead it all came out as a hot moan of a hunger sated. There was definitely something there, his reaction was too intense to just be from being within her. She had just touched on something deep, intimate, and emotional for him. And she had said just what was needed to make it a wonderful experience for him.

As he began to move with her again, feeling her tight little tunnel clutching him like a greedy vice he let out a deep moan of pleasure. She was so tight around him, so eager for more. This little body of hers was made for him, and despite all his best efforts for control, she was wrenching it away from him, just by being her.

He held her still, wanting, craving, needing to feel her body against his own. Their chests pressed against one another, and her breasts were crushed against his hard pectorals. Her scent subtly filled his nose and screamed the knowledge into his brain that she was truly enjoying this, and wanted more!

Feral thoughts spidered through his brain. Thoughts of holding her down and using her body for his pleasure, thoughts of having her hot lips curled around his length. Thoughts of hearing her begging, pleading, needing him to fill her with his hot cum. All of these thoughts and more, much more wicked changed the entire pace of his hips.

He began to drive into her with more thought for his need, and less thought for making this a dreamy love making session. It really had been far too long since he had been with a woman, and masturbation was a very poor substitute for the feeling of her hot little pussy lips milking his cock.

He felt her body relaxing more and more as he filled her, clearly the pain had only been momentary for her, and it was quickly lost beneath the tide of pleasure. This only encouraged him to let go even further, to demand more of her young virgin body.

His hands unfurled from her frame and he eased her down onto her back. His arms were thick posts resting on either side of her shoulders as he continued to move with her. His eyes glittered lustily, and the flame was only growing hotter, so hot that it looked as if it might consume him. His eyes sought out her own, and she could see now the caged beast that she had been poking and prodding all day long. The need, the hunger, the desire for her in a way that was very much not professional. He wasn’t seeing pearl, he wasn’t seeing his personal attendant. He was seeing the pure embodiment of every sexual desire to ever fill his mind. His focus was her, and how much he wanted and needed her, on levels he could never put to words. Nothing else mattered.

Harder

His hips began to pump into her with more zeal, his thrusts were slow and deep. His breathing coming more labored. The faint light that permeated the room danced off his bare skin, made it glimmer as the light was trapped within the sheen of sweat that covered his flesh. She could see the carnal way his muscles flexed and moved with the motions of their loving, she could smell his sweat mingled with the natural scent of his flesh, mingled with the smell of his need for her. All of that combined with the slowly overwhelming smell of her body giving him all of her.

His hand reached out to wander her skin. He found her breast quickly and began to knead the lush globe of flesh. His touch was hungry, lustful, and demanding. This was entirely different from how he touched her earlier. His eyes fastened onto her breasts, and she felt his cock pulse, throbbing harder at just the sight of them. The sight of his hand enclosed around one. The feel of it under his skin.

A soft sound rumbled in his throat, she had heard it before when she had been rubbing his body with her glorious hands, but now it had a different lilt to it. His growl was something that belonged in an animal, feasting upon it’s favorite meal. He was doing just that, feasting upon her young body, devouring it in the wake of his need. His hunger for her could never be satisfied, and he loved that.

His head drew back and she could feel a shudder rolling through his body. The teasing all day, the teasing all night, and now this. His body couldn’t handle much more.

His words were given to the air with such passion that she could feel the weight of them as they crashed down upon her.

“Mmmmm that’s it kitten. You feel so good. That doesn’t mean your off the hook for the second time however…. Or the third.”

Oh the wickedness in his tone! It was followed by soft, sensual laughter, and his eyes fastened to her own. He was confident there would be another time, and a time after that. After all, she belonged to him now.
 
Pearl could feel his reaction to her one word, she could see the smile upon his face and the way his eyes seemed to dance as she looked into them. She watched as his eyes closed, she studied his face and his moan grabbed her attention sending a new feeling to the mix, Pearl liked hearing him, she liked the louder breaths and the sounds he released those excited her and she wanted to hear more, to her that was telling her she was doing things correctly.

Her hands moved along his hips, her fingertips dug in to the flesh as he lay upon her, she loved the feel of him inside her even with the pain that lingered from it being her first time. He seemed to sense she was ready; everything was right between them. He pushed inside and she tightened up around him, she squeezed him wanting to feel every bit f him touching her inside. Pearl arched and felt his body covering hers, pushing her back down as he pierced her to the depths of her inner being. She cried and moaned, the pain hurt but the pleasure made it so worth every bit if it.

As he pushed in she lifted her hips and pushed back, each time the weight of his pushed her small frame back against the bed and she gasped and groaned out. Pearl looked at him again, she looked at his face and then closed her eyes to let everything be taken in, to bed felt and enjoyed as she processed it wanting him more and more, she was so glad she waited and glad that she didn’t just give her virginity away to flip she had a feeling it wouldn’t be as pleasurable, meaningful or memorable as it was with Jason.

His hips began to move slightly faster, pearl fell into the same groove as he took her, her breasts smashed against his chest as she wrapped her up in his arms and it felt as if she were a butterfly in a cocoon from how tight he had her, and she wasn’t complaining, it made her safe and it felt so loving.

Pearl felt him again and again in her belly, no longer was their pain, no longer was there the slightest bit of fear, she wanted him to treat her as he would any other now, the painful part was over, no more ‘kid gloves’ treatment, that was now a thing of her past. As he thrust faster and harder she began to move back and forth under him, she he pushed her up a bit pearl pushed back and took him deep, her breaths grew heavier, faster as she could feel her body reacting.

He released her from his arms, and lifted above her, his hands shifted as did his body, now he was looking down to her, her hands moved along his sides and came around to his chest pressing against it as he took her. She could see a change in his face, the look in his eyes as everything changed and his cock plowed into her, his hands stopping her sleek little body from jutting up the bed and gave him that grip he needed to pierce her to the bone, fill her cunt to the hilt as he could see her mouth open wide as she groaned and gasped and pushed back accepting everything he gave to her and never backing off.

She had nothing to compare the feeling to so he could be loving or rough and she’d never know if that’s how it was to be or not. Pearl looked to him, her eyes to his as she opened and closed her mouth, her sounds released to him, her small little whimpers for when he drove hard and let her know she was his now, he was claiming her fully, one hundred percent and she really didn’t know that yet, she had no clue what she was getting into with him she just knew that he felt incredible and scratched an itch she had for so long.

Jason pumped her hard, he took every inch he had and gave it to the young woman under him, her fingertips moved over his chest, the sweat making it easy to slide her hand along his skin, feeling every bit of muscle that tightened and flex as he banged her. She closed her eyes and her hands moved to his upper arms, her fingers gripped the muscles that formed and she cried out and pushed up against him meeting each pump of his hips.

His scent was intoxicating, everything about him was driving her to a point that she didn’t knew even existed within her except with her fingers when she played and made her self get off, this was nothing like that, it was so intense, it was so fulfilling. Pearl opened her eyes and looked down through the tunnel of her breast, watching how they moved upon her chest when he pushed into her, watching him pull back and seeing that small bit of his cock glistening from her pussy juices.

As his hand moved to her breast, Pearl quickly responded and arched under him, she clenched her teeth as his touch was rougher, his fingertips dug into her soft globe of flesh and she cried and moaned as her nipples pressed against the center of his palm. Pearl pushed against him as hard as she could feeling him push back it was almost like a struggle but one that was wanted, desired and quite arousing.

A loud moan lingered from her lips as her neck and back arched, her stomach muscles tightened and her cunt was like a vise that clamped around his cock almost seeming to suck him in as deep as she could get him. Her eyes opened again as she heard him moan, but it wasn’t a moan like a regular one it was a growl, one she had heard earlier but this was almost…mean sounding. He kept pushing in and out for her body and pearl kept taking it, and she took it well.

It wasn’t that she disappoint him, but she took it because it literally felt so wonderful that she didn’t want him to stop. Pearl was a little girl in a candy store given the choice to have one of all and she was taking it. Her body tensed up under his, her hips lifted and she felt him crash into hers as his thick rock hard prick stabbed her again and again as she cried and wrapped her legs around his and squeezed him in a legs lock as tight as she could.

Pearl’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, there wasn’t a sound that she skipped as she felt her stomach tighten, and this pleasure rip through her that curled her toes and she dropped her hips letting his crash into hers as she came. Pearl moaned out, her breathing erratic, she couldn’t think, she couldn’t move, yet she knew she didn’t want that feeling to end as her hips seemed to have a mind of their own.

His cock throbbed within her, she could feel it expand and press against her inner walls and then the hot gush of his seed dumping, pouring into her as she cried out and grinded her hips to his trying to drag out her own first real orgasm.

The high she had she didn’t want to come down from, as she tried to breathe, gasping as her throat felt so dry. Her body glistened with sweat, hair was stuck to her brow as she opened her eyes and looked at him, and she didn’t know whether to cry or laugh. It wouldn’t have been a bad cry, one that was from her orgasm coming to an end. Her eyes looked to his; she couldn’t but help to smile a smile that lit up the room.

“M-m-m-m-m that’s it kitten. You feel so good. That doesn’t mean you’re off the hook for the second time however…Or the third.” She sucked in a deep breath and blew it out and wanted to laugh and did. It was the sweetest laugh yet it held this little hint of evilness within it.

Pearl didn’t want to be off the hook for anything that she knew. She heard him laugh with her as she reached up and touched his lips with her fingertips, her legs unlocked and she stretched them out as they felt like rubber. “I-I don’t…want to be ff the hook for anything.”

She was hooked on him, on the sex, he had no idea what he did to her, what he created nor did pearl her self.
 
Their bodies danced, swayed, and rolled in a sensual dance. The fire he had felt for her all night, all day. It built and built until it reached a fever pitch. He could almost feel hunger and lust vibrating through his entire body, clutching, clawing, tearing at his soul. Was it possible to go insane from pleasure? The thought idly drifted through his mind as her tight little cunt gripped him ferociously.

She was clenching him so hard she almost forced him out. He would not be denied now. Not unless she asked it of him. Even then, he was not sure he could stop himself. No, instead of letting her body push him out, in a moment of pure lust his thrusts came harder, rougher, demanding the surrender of her young body, a body which was no longer innocent.

Shuddering in bliss he felt his body clench, and his cock shudder and pulse wildly. He knew what that meant. His head drew back and sounds of unfathomable pleasure exploded from the pit of his throat and filled the room. The first pulse of his seed was a hot stream, exploding from his rod, crashing against her walls violently. Pulse after pulse of thick, viscous liquid filled her eager little body; then there was no more to give.

He was so lost in his own pleasure, he almost missed her orgasm. Yet the sounds, the writhing, the wild clenching was not totally lost. His eyes hungrily searched out her own as his senses returned, and her own orgasm was slowly fading. Pleasure, and a sense of pure satisfaction radiated from his skin, and burned like a low candle in his eyes.

Her legs slowly unfurled from his hips and he gave a soft, sensual chuckle. He could feel the weary muscles trembling with a delicious lethargy as she just stretched out and lay there with this expression of total awe on her face. The fact that he had finished before her, was not enough to dim the pride he felt swelling in his chest at the sight of her total satisfaction and the look of mystification.

His arms surged around her again, and he leaned his frame forward. His length still rested within her, and he made no move to remove himself from her tunnel. His lips pressed a slow, sweet, and sensual kiss to her own. Claiming them with a boundless sweetness as he just savored the fleeting pleasure that wracked his body.

He sighed against her lips, the sound was warmth, encased with exhaustion. It had been one hell of a night, and he had never anticipated this morning when he got up, that he would have this beautiful woman in his bed tonight. The kiss broke slowly, and he just stared at her. Emotions were stirring in his gaze, she was not the only one who was totally amazed.

He slowly drew back from her hips. Gasping as her walls released him. The air was cool and he felt somehow less. His whole body trembled with the loss of the complete feeling he had when he was within her. He rolled onto his side slowly and looked at her, his eyes glowing. Sweat slickening his flesh, his scent hung like a heavy musk in the air. Another sigh of content as he gazed at her. His eyes leaving her own, traveling slowly along her body with such intensity, it was almost like his hands were on her all over again.

As a matter of fact his hands quickly were on her again. He could not help himself, she was simply stunning to behold. His fingers slowly walking their way over her stomach, greedily touching her skin as his eyes traveled over her breasts. He watched the goose bumps rise from her skin as the cool air kissed it. Robbed of the warmth of his skin he figured she might just be chilled.

His hand quickly reaching out to curl into the soft fabric of the sheet, which had managed to become balled up quite eraticly. He let the fabric draw over her skin slowly, teasing her flesh with the motion of it. The high thread count satin sheets teased her flesh sensually. A thought occurred to him, and he smiled. His words coming forth laced with amusement. “Don’t worry, you are very much not off the hook kitten. I promise you that.”
 
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