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I guide her to a sweeping, spiral staircase behind the grand Christmas tree.
It is time. I have waited long enough. She has waited long enough. I can feel that she cannot wait any longer.
Avery, my sweet young beauty. It’s time to show me your skin.
Avery
My legs arelike jelly as he guides me up the staircase, wrapping around the back of the Christmas tree tucked into the corner of the ballroom. This is absolutely a night of firsts for me.
And I don’t know what I’m doing.
I feel like a sex-crazed slut.
And I’m still a virgin.
Technically.
And I am about to give myself over to the sexy man who hasclaimedme,savedme. He saved me at just the moment I needed it.
I didn’t even know the danger I was in.
The room is warm and glows around us, and as we go up the winding staircase, the white marble floor is replaced with lush, dark red carpeting. The warmth of the room recedes beneath us and behind us as we ascend the staircase, and I follow him up into the darkness.
We get to the top of the stairs. I’m breathing heavily in anticipation.
“Avery, I want you to understand what is going to happen,” Gabe says as we get to a dark hallway at the top of the stairs. It looks like a hallway inside a hotel. It’s dark and the walls are covered with thick damask wallpaper, catching bits of light in the otherwise dim hall.
Gabe takes me and pushes me softly against the wall, and Imeltinto him as he gazes into my eyes.
“I am going to fuck you, make love to you with my cock, my mouth, my hands. I’m going to lick your hot pussy until you beg me to stop because it feels so good. But I am nottakingyour virginity. I amclaimingit. I will keep it with me and remember how good you feel and taste. And once that happens,” he says, reaching behind me and beginning to slide the zipper down my narrow back, letting the soft silk unbind my breasts, “you aremine.”
My pussy clenches in anticipation. My mouth waters.
“Yes. Yes.”
He reaches past me to open the door next to us, and we tumble inside, our mouths searching each other’s with frantic, buzzing energy. I am soaked, the insides of my thighs covered with my own desire for him, my pussycravinghim with so much pent up desire.
I don’t pay attention to anything inside the room. My attention is focused purely on him, on us, on the feeling in the air between us. I can nearly smell my own arousal, and he pushes me gently down onto the bed, grasping at the zipper on the back of my dress.
“Turn,” he says, letting go of the zipper and kneeling before me. I comply easily, my heart flitting around in my chest.
“Put your hands up on the wall and keep them there.”
I am not wearing panties, as he commanded. He said he wanted to know that I wasright therefor him with nothing in the way. With my dress gone, I am just wearing my black lace bra and stockings with garter belt from earlier.
Butterflies erupt in my belly when he unclasps my bra and allows it to fall down in front of me.
“Spread,” he growls. I feel my forehead tense up as I bite down on my lower lip, bringing my knees apart gently. My pussy tenses, anticipating his imminent touch, but instead he snakes his hands around my body and finds both of my small pink nipples, taking each between his fingers -hard- and pinching them, twisting them.
And I moan, sending my pleasure into the air. I surprise myself. It doesn’t feel like me.
“Stay right there, like a good girl should. Now don’t.Move.”
He kisses the back of my neck and grazes the undersides of my breasts with care, tickling my hot flesh with the palms of his large, broad hands.
And then his hands go lower. A knot of heat unfurls inside my belly. His hands wrap around behind me and spread me apart from behind.
And that’s when I feel my face get hot, and then cold. I feel the blood rush from my face and into my clit as his fingers find their way against my hot, wet pussy, gliding across my folds and up to my clit.
