Captivated

never known he possessed.

'You never answered my question, earlier,' she said, the cloth circling and circling a hardened nipple. 'Is it as sensitive for a man here as it is for a woman?'

'Yes,' he growled.

'Good.' The cool cloth lifted. Only to be replaced by a scalding mouth.

He could feel the pull of her lips and tongue all the way down to his testicles. My God, he hadnever felt like this. Had never known that the male body was capable of this much sensation.

He grabbed the back of her head when she freed his nipple. 'Don't stop.'

'I read that a woman can orgasm from a man suckling her breast. Do you think a man can orgasm from a woman suckling his?'

Robert almost orgasmed at the mere thought. 'I don't know.'

He gritted his teeth, prepared for Abigail's next move. Only to find out that he was not prepared at all.

He had just spent himself not more than thirty minutes earlier.

He should not even be hard, let alone on the verge of coming. She ran the now-warm cloth past his straining manhood and cupped his testicles.

'Abigail…'

She ignored his growl of warning.

He could sense her hesitance, could have told her the second that she made up her mind. The cloth slipped lower still, pressed into his perineum. Silky warm hair covered his groin at the same time that her mouth daintily gulped his manhood.

A jolt of heat flashed through his body.

Shame.

That he could not control himself.

Awe.

That she had brought him to this point.

'Jesus Christ.Abigail!' With a groan he jerked aside.

She grabbed on to him and swallowed him as deeply as she could while his flesh exploded inside her mouth.

When he could breathe again, he reached down and caressed her head, needing her close, needing to hold her. Needing her to hold him. 'Come here.'

She sat up. 'Did I do it… properly?'

She was trembling. With desire? Disgust?

'No one, Abigail, has ever done it more properly. Did you enjoy yourself?' he asked warily.

'Yes, thank you. I have always wondered what a man tastes like.'

'And what does a man taste like?'

Robert should have been warned by the hair that suddenly spilled around his face. But he wasn't.

'Taste for yourself.'

He was momentarily paralyzed by shock, allowing her mouth to cover his and her tongue to thrust inside him. It was coated with his sperm.

He blindly grabbed her upper arms and hauled her back.'Jesus.'

'Have you ever done that before?'

He plunged his hands into the silky heat of her hair. 'What? Tasted myself? Never.'

'No. I mean… Have you ever kissed a woman between her legs before tonight?'

Her hair clung to his fingers; it was as soft as butterfly wings. He hesitated, 'No.'

'Why not?'

'Whores are not always the cleanest of people.'

'Do you do it to your fantasy woman?'

Robert picked her up and sat her sideways across his stomach.

Abigail squealed.

Children squealed like that when they were shot. As did some women. And men.

Grabbing her right leg, he pulled it up and over his body so that she straddled his hips.

Her hands smacked against his chest. 'What are you doing?'

He reached up and cupped her breasts. 'Guess.'

'Butcan you do it again?'

'Perhaps. If not, I can satisfy you in other ways.'

Her nipples were rock hard. He rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers until she was squirming and pressing her hands over his.

Incredibly, he felt himself stir underneath her seductively soft bottom.

'Robert. Robert. Not there. Touch me somewhere else.'

He continued rolling her nipples, wanting to push her to the limit. Wanting to push himself to the limit. Wanting to end once and for all the darkness of death. 'Where, Abigail?'

'You know where, Robert.'

'But I want to hear you say it, Abigail, I know you know the words.'

'Robert'

'I won't stop teasing your nipples until you say it.'

'I want you to touch myto touch mymy pearl!'

There was no question about what was or was not stirring underneath her bottom. Abigail, too, noticed the phenomenon. She ceased attempting to pry his fingers away from her nipples and reached behind her to grab his manhood.

Without guidance, she lifted up. Holding him tightly in her fist, she brought him to her vaginal lips, a wet, hot kiss of intimate desire. Only to tease him with herself. Or perhaps she teased herself with him.

'Do you mind?' she gasped.

Robert gasped when she slid him past her opening and up to the top of her clinging, swollen lips. He could feel the hard bud of her clitoris, could feel it throbbing. She rubbed the crown of his manhood against her there, round and round, slid it back down to tease her opening. Again. And again. On the forth pass he couldn't hold back a reflexive arch of his hips.

It wasn't going to take much for Abigail to gain satisfaction. Suddenly Robert minded very much that she should orgasm alone.

When next she brought the crown of him down to moisten it at her opening, his hand was there, too, holding his manhood steady while, with his left hand, he pulled her right thigh wider, forcibly bringing her body down closer.

This time the gasp belonged to her.

'Easy. Are you sore?'

'A little.'

He pulled her thigh out furtherand sank further up inside her.

Her muscles clenched and tightened around him as if they could force him out.

He gripped her more tightly.

Hewould not let her reject him.

'Bear down, Abigail. Once I'm in, I won't hurt you anymore, I promise. Open up. Relax.' Having breached her body, he slid his right hand down to her left thigh; using both hands, he steadily, relentlessly, pulled her thighs wider and wider apart until she had no choice but to 'Take it. Take all of me, Abigail.'

She did.

He knew he was causing her pain. He also knew how to take that pain away.

Lightly he soothed the taut muscles in her thighs. 'Relax, sweetheart. Relax, Abigail.' When her muscles eased, he slid his left hand up and rubbed her nipple. Bringing up his right hand, he touched her clitoris.

A pearl, she had called it.

FromThe Pearl, no doubt.