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He held her tight in his arms so that she couldn’t maintain any separation of their bodies. “I’m not the exhibitionist type, Meg. I did this for a reason. Clothes are a defense. They’re a barrier. I don’t want to have any barriers against you. I’m completely defenseless and unarmed with you. That’s the way I learned love is supposed to be, from my parents. They truly loved each other every day. They smooched hello and good bye, gave each other mushy cards, walked hand in hand almost everywhere.

They enjoyed each other’s company, even when they fought,” he

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smiled wryly. “Which they did, loudly, but infrequently. My dad was my size, and very much my personality. My mom was a little smaller than you, but she never backed down to Dad if she had something to say. They went toe to toe, nose to nose about things.

But, in the end, they could usually hash out a reasonable compromise, I guess, because their fights never seemed to last long.

“Although Dad was the undisputed head of the house, just as I am, he would never have wanted Mom to stifle herself for him.

He didn’t expect that of his children, either. I believe, as often as not, they decided things together. But I know that when it came down to it, Dad’s word went. I don’t know how my Mom learned to be comfortable with that, or if they were just so much in synch that there weren’t many instances where he had to put his foot down.”

Barrett kissed her neck. “I would be hard pressed to think there was a day that my Mom didn’t feel loved and cherished and protected. I guess that’s old-fashioned, but that’s how I want my wife to feel.” He swallowed. “It’s how I want you to feel with me.”

When he put it that way, she felt like a royal idiot for making a fuss. Instead of answering him, she turned in his arms and struggled out of her t-shirt. She was braless beneath it. He stepped back with a smile and she took off her pants and panties quickly, before sanity had a chance to set in again. Meg cuddled up to his big brawny body, whispering, “No defenses,” just as his mouth closed over hers.

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arrett couldn’t believe that she’d stripped down and pressed her beautiful naked body next to his. But he Bwasn’t going to question his luck. Instead he pulled her up and into his kiss, making her toes lift off the ground. She leaned against all of him, feeling the full extent of his arousal, and shuddered delicately. “If you’re cold, I know how to warm you up,” he teased, bringing the both of them to his big bed. After tucking her carefully under the covers, he doused all of the lights except one soft light on the lamp table near the window, so that the room was bathed in a warm, yellow light. Then he joined her beneath the covers. She was still shivering and couldn’t seem to get warm, so Barrett kept her very close to him, letting his mouth explore her as he had been wanting to since he didn’t know when.

When her teeth began to chatter, he pulled away, looking at her with concern. “Angel, are you all right, Honey?”

Meg blushed becomingly. “I – I think it’s more reaction –

to your proposal, to –“ she looked around them. “ – being naked in bed with a man who makes two of me easily.”

“Ahhh.” He was soooo dense, he almost hit himself in the head. “Understandable.” Barrett gave her some room so as not to crowd her, crooking his elbow to lean his head on his palm.

“Better?”

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She giggled nervously. “I don’t know. This is going to take some getting used to.”

His big rough finger traced down her arm and over one tight tipped breast, and he heard her sharp intake of breath. “Are you feeling a little better about the engagement?”

Could he possibly expect a coherent response when he continued to worry her nipple teasingly? “Y-Yes.”

His mouth captured the little nub to lave it thoroughly.

“You’re not going to be gone in the morning, are you, Baby?”

“Ahh!” At the touch of his lips, Meg arched her back and tried to push him away, but he caught both of her hands and kept them easily in one of his, then transferred his delicate attentions to the other nipple, making her react the same way again.

“Does ‘ahhh’ mean ‘no, Barrett, I won’t be gone in the morning?’” he asked in an overly patient tone.

“N-no, I w-won’t leave,” she was finding it progressively harder to breath as he let his hands wander over her in a very soft, gentle exploration of her tummy and thighs, skimming deliberately over more intimate areas.

“Tell me you won’t leave me ever, Sweetheart. I need to hear it,” he breathed against her breast.

“I won’t ever leave you, Barrett,” Meg returned, not able to think a second before responding.

His white teeth razed the very tip of her nipple. “Not even when I spank you?”

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Meg did noticed that he’d used “when” not “if”. “Yes.”

“Or when we fight, which we will.”

“Or – “ her breath became more ragged as he sucked one nub while gently pinching and rolling the other between his thumb and forefinger. “ – when – we - fight.”

His mouth wandered slowly, wetly up to hers. “Thank you.

I needed to hear that from your own –“ he kissed her “- sweet –“

*kiss* “- lips.” As their lips met, his hands carefully moved down her stomach to delve gently between her legs. At first, she started and would have prevented him from touching her so intimately.

But Barrett persisted, occupying her lips and tongue with his, giving her time to become more familiar with his touch as his fingers tenderly parted the soft folds of her moist flesh.

Meg reached between them to grab his wrist, but her fingers wouldn’t fit around his forearm, and her insistent tugging had no effect on his slow advancement toward the true center of her pleasure. “Shhhh,” he soothed against her lips. “Relax.” He could feel the tenseness of her thighs and belly, as if she expected him to hurt her. That was the furthest thing from his mind. Barrett stopped moving his hand and merely cupped her, speaking in a calm tone, as if she were a skittish filly. “I love the feel of you in my hand.” Her eyes met his, and she looked like she would bolt, which he was not about to allow. He simply kept talking to her.

“You fit perfectly into it, as I will fit perfectly into you. I will love you every night of our lives, with my mind and my body.” Slowly, her thighs parted without any thought on her part, and his thick middle finger stroked her most intimate spot, finding slick wetness to ease his way as he rubbed firmly over and over that tiny nub.

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She couldn’t help it, a low moan escaped her lips at the fiery pleasure that arced its way from his fingertips throughout her lower body, engulfing her in a feeling so good it was almost painful. When his mouth covered her nipple, she arched against him, helpless in his arms, helpless to stop the waves of pure ecstasy as the rolled over her as he stroked over and over her swollen, wet clit.

“Come for me, Angel. I want to watch you come.” His voice was soft but steel firm, husky from his own lust. Meg knew he wouldn’t stop until he got what he wanted, until she complied with him, bent to his will.

And her body was all too eager to do just that. The rough pad of his finger covered the entire of her pleasure button as he rasped it back and forth and back and forth. Meg thought she would split apart from the pleasure that it built inside her. Barrett watched intently as her head moved restlessly on the pillow. She had a death grip on his wrist, but he would not relent until he sealed her commitment to him with the gift of her orgasm.

Experimentally, he worried her nearest nipple, suckling, tugging, and pulling at the defenseless tip as her moans increased under his tender ministrations.

“That’s it, Darlin’. Scream if you need to, this room is all but soundproof.”

It was as if she had been waiting for that information. Her entire body convulsed under his hand and she did scream aloud as his finger continued it’s incessant torture, wringing every last bit of pleasure, every spasm of delight from her body. When he tried to pull her into his arms and hold her, knowing that it had been a very deep almost savage orgasm, she surprised him by flinging his arm away and crawling off the bed.

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“Meg?” Had he hurt her? She’d not made a sound since the first scream, but now he could see that she had simply expelled all her breath in one long sob, and was shuddering with the force of her tears. What the hell had he done to her?

Meagan was one raw nerve ending, from the tips of her toes to the top of her head; she’d never experienced anything like that before in her life. Yes, she’d masturbated. Yes, she’d indulged in some heavy petting with a few select men, although she had managed to retain her virginity mainly because she’d never reacted as violently to anyone like she did to Barrett. This was raw, animalistic - uncontrollable. She felt like she’d come apart with that orgasm, and all she wanted to do was crawl away and curl in on herself to pull the pieces of her shattered self back together.

“Meg?” He was standing near her, looking very puzzled and very concerned. She slapped his outstretched hand, and through tear-filled eyes found her t-shirt and underpants – the bare essentials that would at least let her get to her room and away – far away – from him. “Did I hurt you?”

Holding the rest of her clothing to her like a shield against him, she shook her head, not trusting her voice against the ache in of tears in her throat. He took another step toward her, and she backed away like he’d taken his fist to her, instead of his finger.

“What did I do?”

Too confused herself to deal with his question, she shook her head all the way to the door, then disappeared down the hall while Barrett stood there, naked in the middle of his own bedroom, puzzled, worried, and confused.

Defeatedly, he sank down on the end of the bed, replaying the events of the past few minutes, when something struck him.

She’d left him. Physically and emotionally withdrawn, practically

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ran
from him. Barrett took a deep breath and steeled himself, tugging on a pair of gym shorts. He’d be damned if he was going to let her do this again. The last time she’d closed the door on him, he’d barely been able to stop her from leaving over the oven-mitt incident. This was infinitely more serious, and he wasn’t about to lose her now.

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The tears Meg had been barely able to stave off while she was with Barrett exploded the moment she got to the relative safety of her own room. What was it with that man that he was able to create such severe reactions in her? That was the most painfully explosive orgasm of her life, and it made her want to cry with the pleasure, which she did convulsively as she got into an old pair of pajamas she wore when she wasn’t feeling well. They were old and comfortable, and nobody’s idea of sexy. Huddled under the covers of her bed, she hugged the spare pillow and sobbed and sobbed.

She could still feel a throbbing ache in her pussy, as if she could come again at any minute without Barrett even touching her.

Meg had never been so frightfully pleasured in her life, and she never wanted to be again.

When he got to Meg’s room, he could hear her sobbing her heart out through the door, and it tore at him deeply. She hadn’t locked the door – not that that would have stopped him anyway –

so he simply walked in. She was crying so hard she didn’t hear him. All of a sudden, she and the covers were being lifted to sit on his lap in the easy chair by the window of her room. Barrett permitted no struggling, quelling her attempts to get up with shattering ease. He said nothing, simply held her as she settled down. Crying on him was becoming a habit, Meg thought errantly.

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“Talk to me.”

He felt her stiffen again, fighting his request, command, but he held her tightly then repeated himself, quite content to sit there all night, if they had to. He wanted some answers.

Finally, close to sleep and very relaxed from the mind-blowing orgasm, she obeyed him. “I was so frightened, Barrett.”

If the chair they were in had been a rocking chair, he’d’ve rocked her. He could only stroke her hair. “What did I do that frightened you, Baby, and I won’t do it again,” he promised, hating the idea that she might be afraid of him.

“You wouldn’t stop, you made me – I had an – “

“Orgasm.”

She was so glad he filled the word in for her. “Yes.”

“Was that your first, Honey? Is that it?”

Embarrassed, she replied in a small voice, “No, Barrett, it wasn’t the first. But it was – it was the most.”

“The

most?”

“The most everything. The hardest, the most pleasurable, the most raw, bare-naked – “

“Uncontrollable,” he furnished the perfect word, knowing now what had caused all this.

Her head rested on his shoulder. He understood. “Yes.”

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“And that made you cry?”

She shook her head. “I cry after an orgasm if it’s very hard.

That’s just me. Orgasms, for me, are an emotional as well as a sexual release. I tend to build up a lot of stuff and when I come, it comes out.” He nodded, having heard of that type of reaction in women, but he’d never seen it before. “It made me want to run. It made me afraid of you, because you – you created the orgasm, Barrett. You can practically do it in me from across the freaking room. All you have to do is look at me in that bedroom-eyed, sexy way you have, and I – “ the volume of her voice lowered “ – I get wet whenever you’re around,” she whispered, as if it were some terrible secret.