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whispered. Then he turned to me. “The fact is, I realized last

night I’m in love with someone else,” he said.

“You are?” I said, a sudden blazing hope rising phoenix-

like within me.

“El?” he said.

“Yes?”

“Last night….”

“Yes?” I said.

“When you were singing that song? About having

someone under your skin…?”

I smiled. “Yes,” I said.

“Were you…?”

“Yes, Shawn.”

“Oh God,” he said again, and then I don’t know who

kissed who first. But I can say this. I had never experienced

anything like it. I’d been out and kissing men for twenty-five

years, but nothing prepared me for that kiss. It was like

every corny movie I had ever seen. Like that famous black

and white one where the waves crash over the couple lying

on the beach. Because it felt like a wave had crashed over

my head, a force rushing all around me. It felt like my heart

was swelling up inside my chest. I felt dizzy.

“Oh my!” squeaked Mr. Derringer. “Oh my!”

We ignored him as we opened our mouths to each other,

breathed from each other.

“This will just not do!” Derringer cried. “This will not do

at all!”

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We broke our kiss, Shawn laughing and me leveling Mr.

Derringer with a steady gaze. “Then I hope you made the

arrangements for delivering this bed. Otherwise, we are

using it right here and now,” I informed him.

“I found someone! I found someone to move it. I just

need to know where!”

I turned to Shawn. “Your place or mine?” I asked.

Shawn smiled. “I don’t think it will fit in my bedroom,”

he answered.

“My place it is,” I said and stood and gave Mr. Derringer

my spare keys. “Right away.”

“I can have it there in two, three hours?” he said.

“Perfect,” I said.

I took Shawn out to the most romantic place I could

think of for dinner. The restaurants were packed. It was

Christmas Eve. But it’s nice to have some influence now and

then. Shawn and I didn’t have to wait.

THE bed filled even my large bedroom. It was immense.

King-sized from a time when such a thing was rare. Four-

poster, dark oak, beautiful. The room was lit only by

candles, proving once more why people did business with

Mr. Derringer. It was almost funny in a way. The bed we

were both trying to win for someone else would be our

wedding bed. But it wasn’t really the bed we were looking at.

I can honestly say we were lost in each other’s eyes.

I was actually scared. What if he’d changed his mind?

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“Are you sure?” I whispered in his ear.

“Never been more sure of anything,” Shawn said, and

kissed me lightly on my lips.

I pulled him close and kissed his ear.

“Yes,” he whispered.

I ran my kisses down his neck, licked from ear to the

opening of his shirt, and he hissed his approval. I don’t think

I had ever wanted someone so much in my life.

I licked his throat, sucked at it, and he threw his head

back. “Yes, yes,” he muttered, and I sucked at his Adam’s

apple.

I couldn’t believe how excited I was. I’d met this man not

even a week before, and now?

I reached for the top buttons of his shirt and began to

unbutton them. Slowly, that chest I’d lusted after in Carter’s

stables came into my view. Smooth mostly and then that

small triangle of hair between his pecs, his very nice full

pecs, and around his small brown nipples. I breathed him in

and then went for one of those nipples.

“Yes!” he cried out and hugged me against him, put a

hand behind my head, and pushed my mouth against that

hard nub of flesh. I sucked and then gave it a little bite.

“El! So good.”

Shawn was so sensitive, and what can be more pleasing

than that when you are making love? I slipped his shirt off

his shoulders, let it fall to the floor, and then pushed him

against the edge of the bed—our bed. The back of his knees

hit the edge of the mattress, and it was easy from there to

guide him back so that he was laying down crossways. I

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clambered on top of him, straddled him, took his hands in

mine and raised them above his head, exposing his armpits.

The hair there grew quite thick, more than I would have

expected, and I buried my face in the scent of him. He

smelled good, like man and soap, and the hair was so silky

soft it teased my nose and lips. I licked him there, too, and

he arched up against me. This was too wonderful.

I went back to those nipples, went back and forth

between them sucking and nibbling. My cock was so hard,

I’m sure he could feel it through my pants as I humped it

into his crotch. I could feel him, hard, as the lengths of our

cocks rubbed alongside each other.

I so wanted to see that cock and began to travel down

his torso, licking and kissing all the way. But he changed my

course of action. He reached down and pulled me up into a

kiss, our tongues dancing together, and rolled me over so

that he was on top, and began to unbutton my shirt as well.

“Oh God,” he sighed when he saw my hairy chest. “So

beautiful! I’ve wanted to touch it since that day at the

stables.”

“Really?” I asked. Him too? That far back?

“Really,” he said and pressed his face between my pecs,

doing what I had done to him. Kissing, licking, sucking, and

nibbling at my nipples, then burying his face in my pits. I

had less hair there than he did, despite my hairy chest,

allowing him to tease at it, biting with his teeth and pulling

back.

“Oh, Shawn!”

I rolled him back over, and we kissed more, only to have

him roll me back as well. “So big,” he said, running his

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hands along the muscles of my chest and through the hair

that grew there.

I reached out and touched his chest as well, and while

he may not have had my definition, he was beautiful. Just

beautiful.

“Gotta see all of you,” I said, and used my strength to

roll him back under me and scooted down to unbuckle his

belt and pop open his pants. Anxious as I was, I pulled that

zipper down slowly, and the underwear clad length of him

pushed up through the divide. There was a wet spot, his

precum, a sight that always thrilled me, and I lowered myself

to suck up the moisture, allowing my tongue to run across

his cockhead. The flavor was sweet and gamey, all man. The

little taste wasn’t enough, and as I pulled what I could of his

underwear down, his cock popped up into my view.

“Oh,” I said and felt my mouth fill with saliva.

“You don’t mind?” he whispered.

“That you’re uncut?” I asked surprised.

“Some men don’t seem to like it,” he said.

“They’re crazy,” I said, and tugged lightly so that the

foreskin slowly revealed his wet glans, like unwrapping a

present. My Christmas present. I sucked it into my mouth,

and he cried out, and I remembered how sensitive he might

be. I carefully licked up the precum, swirled my tongue

around the marble-smooth head, took him as deep as I

could. It still wasn’t enough.

I stood and took the waist of both his pants and his

underwear in my hands and said, “Lift up.”

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He did, and I pulled them down over his legs, beautiful

muscular legs covered in dark silky hair that had a sheen in

the candlelight. I pulled off his socks—he must have kicked

off his shoes somewhere—and I saw his feet. Even they were

beautiful. Strong and perfect, his toes long but flawless, a

smattering of hair across their knuckles, just like the tops of

his feet. Their scent, delicate but manly, rose to greet me,

and unable to help myself I lifted his feet and kissed them

before sucking each toe, one by one.

“Oh El!” he cried. “Oh! I… never had….”

“Never had your toes sucked?” I asked with a grin and

then nursed on the next one.

“So… intense.”

My grin widened with the thrill of it. There’d been so

many men who had told me they were too ticklish or worse,

disgusted, when I tried to make love to their feet. I was doing

something Shawn had never done, and he was allowing

himself to experience it. When the final toe had been

carefully taken care of, I ran my tongue wide and flat down

the sole of his feet. He shouted out, started to pull his feet

away, and didn’t, started to pull them away again, and

didn’t. He was trembling, his head thrashing from side to

side, his cock leaping.

And, oh, I had to have that.

I released his feet, let them fall around me as I moved in

between his legs, spreading them with my hips, and right

before I could suck his lovely cock, I heard him quietly say,

“Are you going to fuck me?”

I stopped. “Do you want me to, Shawn?”

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“Yes,” he sighed.

“You’re a bottom then?” I asked. Nice.

“I don’t know,” he answered.

“You don’t know?”

“I’ve… I’ve never been….”

“Fucked?” I asked, incredulous.

“No,” he whispered. “Is that bad?”

“No!” I said. I crawled on top of him, kissed his cheeks

and his mouth. “I thought you said you’ve been fucking for a

year.”

“But I didn’t let them fuck me,” he said. “I wanted to

wait….”

“For what?” I asked. I’d been desperate to lose my

virginity.

“For you?” he asked and smiled.

We kissed. Oh, did we kiss.

Then I kissed my way back down his body, heart

pounding, stunned and excited about what was about to be

given to me. I gave his beautiful cock, which I’d been so

desperate for, only a few kisses, sucked up the precum

gathered in his foreskin like dew from a flower, and moved

further down.

I was standing again, and I lifted his legs, showing me a

beautiful rounded ass that, like his legs, had a fine covering

of dark brown hair. I pushed his legs back and his ass

spread and those cheeks opened, revealing a trench with just

the right amount of hair, and there in that cleft was the dark

mark of his most private place.

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I pushed his legs further back, and that asshole was

fully exposed to my loving eyes; I lowered my face, kissed his

cheeks, then ran my kisses and tongue up and down his

cleft, and finally kissed that secret spot.

“Oh!” He arched up to meet my kisses, and I licked his

asshole. Licked it and sucked on it gently, using my tongue

to slowly relax the folds in his pucker until he relaxed fully

and opened to me. I dug deep, tasting the tang of man and

feeling the smooth inside of him, like wet velvet. He was

crying out, thrashing his head back and forth again.

“Oh, El! I never. Oh, El! I never knew. Oh my God!”

I sucked and licked him for a long time until finally he

begged me to fuck him. I hadn’t even opened my pants, but I

let his legs fall over my shoulders, tore open my pants, and

my cock leapt out like a beast. My dick was shining and wet

from my precum, and I nudged it against his opening—and

as smooth and simple as that, my cockhead popped through

his sphincter.

“Christ!” he shouted, and I waited for him to get used to

it. “Oh, El!” He was breathing hard, his eyes wide with

wonder, and then he pushed down so that another inch of

me slid into him. “Oh,” he said again, and we waited.

Another minute, and he shoved himself further down on me,

and I pushed in. I was halfway in and after one more pause,

I buried myself in groin deep.

“Yes!” he yelled.

I waited until he begged me to fuck him before I began

my slow and deliberate motions, in and out of his tight hot

depths.

“I love you,” he said then, and I could only answer alike.

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I let my speed increase, and he wrapped his legs around

me tight, threw his arms around me, clutched with clawed

fingers at my back, and urged me on. “Harder,” he kept

saying, and soon I was pounding into him, and still he