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Chapter List
- 1-Evening
- 2-Morning
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She moves next to
me upon awakening. I resent it � she is
soft and warm. She complains that I have
appropriated the blankets. She is
correct. An excellent
opportunity to draw my hand along her body as I share the blanket with her. I rest my hand upon her breast. She does not protest.

When I whisper
morning greetings, she shivers. She
shifts slightly, she is uncomfortable.
Our vigorous fucking of the night before has left her bruised.<
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I�ve never woken up with someone in my bed
before, she says.

It�s a novel experience for me as well,
I say truthfully.

She obviously does
not believe me. Over my protests, she
turns in place to face me. Questions
whether I have done this, gesturing
between us. I assure her that I have
done this, but have never had the
singular pleasure of waking next to a lover.

She expresses
relief: I was about to be extremely impressed.

This causes me the
smallest twinge of crankiness. You still should be extremely impressed,
I tell her. Not everyone would have made certain you got so much enjoyment out of your
first sexual experience.

Suddenly she is
moving away from me. This is not
acceptable. She shrieks when I grab her
foot. I fight to keep her there, though
I risk a wet bed, as she desperately needs to urinate.

Afterward, she
delights me by calling out her plan to shower.
I grab my wand and hasten to meet her in the bathroom.

She is washing her
hands when I agree from the doorway that a shower would be pleasant. She jumps, turns quickly, accuses me of
watching her piss.

She was the one
who didn�t close the door, after all.

Did you want me to? I ask calmly. She tells me that my question is disgusting. Does she not realize that I would do anything
she finds arousing, even something such as that?

I suspect the
problem is that she does not yet know what arouses her. But now is not the time to begin that
exploration.

I shrug and redirect
the conversation toward her excellent suggestion of a shower.

She has nowhere to
go as I advance upon her. She eyes my
erection � at least this morning she can look at it for half of one second before
searching for somewhere else, anywhere else to look.

I kiss her gently,
caress her pubic hair, nudge her thighs apart. She thinks I intend to fuck her against the basin. Perhaps because my thumb has found her clitoris, and my middle finger has slipped inside her.

Here? she says,
hesitantly, though her body is already responding to me, her feet shifting further
without her notice, her fingers gripping the edge of the sink to compensate for
the weakness in her legs.

Anywhere, I murmur. Everywhere.

I spend a lazy few
minutes exploring her labia, until they are plump and dewy. This takes an astonishingly short amount of
time. I find myself wondering why it is
my index finger and not my tongue wandering along this path. I have almost forgotten about the shower.

But
not quite. I bring my wand from
behind my back, transfigure a twin for the shower head, send
perfumed water gushing from both.
Reluctant though I am to remove my hand from between her legs, I do.

Get in, I whisper.

She complies and I
watch her stretch under the warm water.
Her movements are unselfconsciously sensuous. She seems to approve of my choice in scent: coriander and bergamot. She beckons for me to join her.

One more thing, I tell her. And I point my wand at her. Better to do it from here, as my wand does
not react well to sudden downpours. Her
eyes widen, but she has no time to react.

She is gratifyingly
unprepared for me to levitate her. She
curses me loudly, her arms flailing as her feet leave the ground. Her hands find the shower head, she clutches
it for balance. I carefully place my
wand out of her reach and step into the stall.
It would not do for her to hex me, and I�m quite certain she would if
she could.

I pull her to me, wrap her legs around my waist. I know my intentions, even if she does not. I can afford to be casual when I ask, You don�t want my
wand to get soaked, do you? She has
no idea what I am talking about. I can
hardly keep my glee from showing.

She is hissing and
spitting in her anger. Amusing, but ultimately counterproductive. I wash her hair, hoping to calm her. It works:
she settles down as I patiently work the creamy foam through her hair,
and she wraps her legs tighter around me, exactly as I wanted her to. She even scuttles higher up my body and returns
the favor of a head massage, although she leaves my hair in knots. Whether this is her style, or she is still
irritated, I cannot tell. Must do this again, under different circumstances.

Now will you put me down? She spits the words out along with a mouthful
of water when I am done rinsing her hair.

I nuzzle her
neck. I didn�t levitate you so you could wash my hair, I tell her as I
pull her down by her hips� I am shocked to find I don�t have to guide my dick
inside her. It already knows the way.

I press her to the
wall and keep my motions slow and purposeful.
It�s exactly as it should be: the
water beating over us, the steam, my mouth covering
hers. Her legs are loosening around me,
her hands tangled in my hair. I feel as
if I can�t get close enough to her.

She wants to move,
now that she knows how. Remembering last
night, I hold her firmly. There it is
again � she is getting even more excited struggling against my hands on her hippan pan
style='mso-spacerun:yes'> This is extremely intriguing. She still doesn�t realize what she�s doing, or
why she is becoming so aroused. Her
arousal enhances mine, and I cannot pretend that it doesn�t. My lips curl in an unabashedly pleased grin
as I watch her futile struggle, watch the flush spread correspondingly over her
skin.

Tell me what you want.

Faster, she gasps. Her sighs of satisfaction match mine as I
gradually increase my pace.

And then she makes
an unsolicited request: Harder.
Pleading.

My body has been
waiting for that one word, and I ram her to the wall as hard as I can, agaand and again. Callous
treatment, on top of her discomfort from last night. Predictably there is pain mingled with her
pleasure � she chooses to ignore it.
This is fortunate, as either way I would not attempt to hold back,
knowing it�s a fight my mind would lose to my flesh.

She closes her
eyes. Feeling overwhelmed: the heat, the water, my relentless
thrusting. I understand. But this will not do. I must have her eyes when she comes around
me. My tone is harsh, but
effective. Look at me. Her eyes snap
back to mine.

The look of
anguished wonder in them is as exquisite as I knew it would be. A long, whining groan as she comes, her thighs
clenching my sides. I don�t let her
rest, but continue my frenzied rutting until I lunge forward to pin her to the
wall completely, kissing her furiously until my spasms subside.

I fear for every
aspect of my existence � in less than twelve hours, this woman has accomplished
twice what many others have failed to induce, what some would pay gold to see. Me, losing control.

Plenty of time to
consider this disturbing thought later.

She is so sore
from my pounding that she cannot stand. I
am duly ashamed of myself. On the other
hand, it can be considered a small matter, and one that I do not mind at all, as
it gives me another opportunity to touch every centimeter of her body as I wash
her. I take my time, and go softly. Bruises are evident from last night. Will she mind?

I doubt it.

I carry her again
to the bed, drop her gently this time. The view � still heavenly as I heal her pain. She needs my wand from her shoulders to her
ankles. Make that her neck to her ankles. Is that�a hickey? When did I mark her neck in that
fashion? I don�t comment on it, not
wishing to add to my humiliation. Am I
fourteen?

Afterward, I give
her advice on the consequences of begging.Perhaps my
admittedly lascivious glare up and down her body alarms her. She struggles to the edge of the bed. I am amused by her attempts to force her
unwilling legs to support her as she rises.

She insists on
breakfast.

I agree. And then we will talk about what comes next.
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