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It was the most painful time that we made love… and also the sweetest.

He kissed me so softly, his lips barely touching my own. His hands ran down my bare shoulders and arms, encircled my waist, drew me close to him.

I kissed him back softly at first, then passionately, wanting this time to last for the rest of my life if need be.

Or at least not leave me with any regrets of holding back.

His hands caressed my bare skin as his lips kissed my ears, my neck, my chest.

My head tilted back and I moaned as he tugged down the front of my dress and kissed my breasts, caressing them, licking them, sucking at them.

He bent down and picked me up, then carried me willingly to the bedroom, where he placed me delicately on the mattress.

I reached up and fumbled with his clothes as his hands circled around me and unzipped my dress.

Our clothes were off before I knew it, and then he was beside me on the bed, his body hard and muscular, his hands warm and tender as they touched me on my belly, my th