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Her eyes lit up like she’d just been given the best birthday present she could ever wish for.

Stepping forward, she somehow managed to undo the button of his pants as her hands shook—not in fear or trepidation, but in anticipation.

While she’d felt him through his clothing, she’d never seen him completely naked.

Her mouth watered as she lowered the zipper, then pushed his pants down to the floor.

The boxer briefs he wore bulged with his manhood, and she tucked her hands underneath the waistband at his hips, sliding the material down until his erect cock sprung free. It was long and thick and magnificent.

“Touch me, Tahira.” His voice was suddenly gravelly, and it sent chills down her spine.

Reaching out, she tentatively wrapped her hands around him, feeling the veins, sinew, and his pulse against her palms. A liquid pearl appeared at the tip, as he grew even harder.

A strangled groan escaped him, and he covered her hands with his own.

“Tighter, sweetheart. God, I’ve waited for this moment for so long. ”

So had she. But before she’d realized he’d moved, she was scooped up in his arms and laid out on the bed like a feast. And that’s exactly how he was looking at her.

“Sorry, but if I let those innocent hands touch me like that for too long, I’ll go off like a rocket. I’ll let you explore to your heart’s content later, baby, just let me get us past this first time.”

He lay down beside her, and his mouth immediately latched on to one of her nipples as his fingers played with the other one. Tahira’s back arched of its own accord as sparks coursed through her body from her breasts to her clit. “Oh, Darius!”

His five-o’clock shadow rasped against her skin, as he licked and sucked on the rigid peak.

His hand left her breast and trailed down her torso, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

When his fingers slid over the trim strip of curls, just above her clit, and into her wetness, he froze a moment before his head shot upward.

His eyes were wide as he stared at her. “You’re bare there? ”

She nodded and giggled at his stunned expression. “Yes. I hope you like it. I have been told it makes a woman more sensitive and that men like it too. Angie and Kristen assured me the spa we went to the other day was discreet and sanitary. Apparently, the owner is a member of The Covenant.”

“Remind me to send them flowers or something tomorrow. And I don’t just like it, I love it.”

He sat up and moved until he was lying down between her legs.

Placing his hands on her thighs, he spread them wide.

She felt a few seconds of embarrassment, her cheeks heating, as he just stared at her, but that fled the moment his fingers teased her smooth labia.

“Beautiful,” he said, almost reverently.

Leaning forward, he licked the length of her slit, and Tahira nearly came on the spot. “Easy, sweetheart. I can see it won’t take much to send you flying. I want to taste you and have you cum in my mouth before I make love to my wife.”

When his tongue did something wicked to her, she bucked her hips. “Yes! Please! Again!”

With his experience, he worked her into a frenzy with just his lips and tongue, alternating his attention between her core and her clit.

Tahira grabbed handfuls of the sheets as she squirmed beneath him.

Panting, she begged for release. Since the first orgasm he’d given her, Tahira had become addicted to them, but this one threatened to leave all those others in the dust.

When one of Darius’s fingers delved inside her, she detonated.

Fireworks went off behind her closed eyelids, and she screamed as the climax took hold of her and shook her relentlessly.

But Darius didn’t let up. Using two and then three fingers, he stretched her, preparing her to take his cock deep within her.

When he sucked on her clit, it sent her over the edge again, this orgasm stronger than the last.

Her chest heaved as she floated back down.

Darius crawled up her body and kissed her.

Tasting herself for the first time on his tongue and lips was intoxicating.

Pushing up on his arms, he held himself over her and stared down.

“Are you ready, sweetheart? I’ll try to go slow and be as gentle as possible.

It shouldn’t hurt but tell me if it does. ”

She knew what he was saying—with her hymen already broken, there wouldn’t be any sharp pain or blood when he thrust inside her. She reached up and caressed his jaw. “I am ready, Darius. Make love to me.”

“Bend your legs and put your feet on the bed.” After she followed his instructions, he held his cock in his hand and rubbed it against her slit.

His gaze returned to hers before he pushed inside.

Her body yielded to him as he stroked in and out, going a little further with each pass.

Her walls stretched to accommodate the invasion.

Each time she felt a little twinge of resistance or she gasped, Darius pulled out then slid back in again.

It felt incredible, and she thanked God she couldn’t remember the moment her rapist had penetrated her.

But even if she had, Darius would be erasing it from her mind.

His love had healed her, and she would forever remember their first time together as husband and wife.

Nothing would ever take that away from her. She was his and he was hers—forever.

Sweat beaded his forehead and chest, and she knew he was holding back.

Once he was fully inside her, she pulled on his neck, bringing him down so they could kiss.

Gradually, his thrusts grew faster, harder, and together they found a rhythm.

Tahira felt herself climbing again. Pushing up on his arms again, Darius watched her face through half-closed lids.

Pleasure and need were etched on his face, and she wanted to watch him as he came, but her own orgasm was pulling her under again.

This time when it hit her, she took him with her.

He collapsed on top of her, then rolled onto his back, drawing her close until she was tucked into his side.

Her head rested on his shoulder, and she swung her leg over his.

For several minutes, they lay there, replenishing the oxygen they’d briefly denied their lungs and reveling in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

It had been everything she’d dreamed it would be.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?”

“I have never been better in my life.”

Darius chuckled. “Hmm. I guess that leaves little room for improvement for next time.”

Grinning, she turned her head, kissed his muscular chest, then snuggled closer, satiated and content in the arms of her lover, husband, friend, and soulmate.