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He lowered me onto his bed slowly, afraid of letting me go. His big hands stretched by body flat, letting my arms rest above my head. He finally allowed his lips to detach from mine, leaning away from me he took a moment to admire my nude form. His eyes lingering on me felt natural, my body became warmer and weaker when his hands slipped in between my thighs. His fingers moved in a smooth rhythm massaging my rose, tender and sweet. A soft moan escaped me and my hands instinctively moved to cover my lips.

"Don't, I enjoy your sweet whimpers." His stern voice was sweet and caring, the smile that rested on his pretty lips was comforting

He leaned kissing me reassuringly, his fingers began their stroking and massaging again, intensifying slowly. I couldn't stop the moaning or shaking, his touch was sweeter than vanilla soft serve on a hot summer day, warmer than fresh cinnamon rolls on a December morning.

My hands began exploring his body, from his broad shoulders down his faint abs, my finger tips timidly stopped above his happy trail. I didn't know where else my hands would go, good thing he knew. His fingers released my eager flower, unlike his lips which remained on mine. His hands positioned themselves under my thighs below my ass, pulling me closer to him. I knew what came next, his breathing became heavier and one of his hands pulled away and came to my face, caressing my cheek slowly. I felt his hesitation, he didn't want to harm me.

I pulled from the tight grasp he had on my lips and looked at him. He looked famished and desperate. The sparkle in his eyes gave a certain sense of longing, like a sad kid waiting for a treat.

"Are you okay?" His voice is low and rusky.

"I'm perfectly content, baby." I caressed his chin. My eyes couldn't help but lower, I had never seen a naked man before, his penis was erected and appeared flushed. It scared me and simultaneously excited me, was it supposed to be that big?

"I'll take care of you, sweety. I promise." His raspy voice was enticing. I brought his face down to mine and kissed him passionately. I felt his hand lower once more but not to my buttocks, he was grabbing himself.

I felt him, I felt his length going into me. Finally his sharp scissors had plucked my delicate flower. But it did not leave behind any trace of malice or poison, instead it was bliss. My nails dug into his skin, it was delightful. His tool was precise, the pain was only momentarily like a fireball that stings for a minute but leaves you with a sweet candy.

He seemed to grow stronger with my whimpers and groans of satisfaction. His hands held me close and his lips didn't depart from my body. He thrusted, pulled, bit, and sucked. It all came together as a masterpiece. A thin crystallized layer of sugar is broken to uncover a soft, warm, velvety vanilla custard underneath. French creme brulee.

The night had been long but precious. The next morning they found themselves naked tied to each other on his king size mattress; Mary's head rested on his chest and his hand on her lower back. They were silent, in deep thought.

"We will get married."

"Yes?"

"Yes. And have many children"

"How many!?" She laughed

"10"

"Oh God, poor me." She continued her laughing , then she remembered something.

"I had a dream of grandma, she was out by the garden planting some beautiful yellow flowers."

"Sunflowers?"

"Yes, sunflowers." She answered, pleased.

"She was so happy. Her smile was unlike any other and she said 'take care of yourself, and say hi to Charlie for me.'" Mary turned and looked him over with a curious smile "what do you think it means?"

"Exactly what it was. She is happy and she wants you to be as well." Charles caressed her cheek. He saw her teary eyes and ached a bit.

"If you want to slow down, tell me."

"No. Charles, no. I want this. I want you. I can grieve grandma and love you at the same time." She whispered with compassion.

He held her closer and tighter, her sweet scent filled him up.

"I love you." He whispered content.

She smiled at his softness and caressed his cheek. "I love you." repeated she.

Guess who has school tomorrow!! ( c)

XOXO COLONELBRANDON

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