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Her cry was a sharp, sweet sound that pierced the quiet room. Her fingers, which had been tangled in my hair, clenched, her nails scraping lightly against my scalp. She was trembling all over, a leaf in a storm, caught in the first real tempest of her own pleasure.

I felt the shiver run through her, and I lifted my head. Her eyes were still squeezed shut, her delicate, elfin features contorted in an expression of pure, overwhelmed ecstasy. Her lips were parted, a soft whimper escaping her.

"That's it, Sarah," I whispered, my voice a low vibration against her skin. "Just feel. It's all for you."

I moved my mouth to her other breast, again pressing a warm, wet kiss through the delicate lace. She whimpered, her hips giving a small, involuntary buck. She was so sensitive, so utterly untouched, that even this chaste touch was a live wire to her nervous system. She was living the fantasy she had confessed at the lake.

I stood up slowly. Her eyes flew open, wide and questioning, as if she feared I was stopping.

"I want to taste you," I murmured, my voice thick. "I want to fulfill your wish properly. Is that okay, Sarah?"

She couldn't find her voice. Her gaze was locked on mine, a universe of terror and desire swirling in those icy-blue depths. She simply gave another small, jerky nod.

I turned her around gently, my hands on her slender shoulders. Her skin was hot, radiating a feverish heat. She stood with her back to me, shaking. My fingers found the clasp of her bra. It was a simple, small piece of hardware, but it felt like the lock on a treasure chest.

I unhooked it.

The lace straps slid from her porcelain shoulders. I let my hands trace their path, sliding down her arms, my touch light as a feather. The bra fell to the floor, joining her dress.

I turned her back to face me.

She immediately crossed her arms over her chest, a desperate, reflexive gesture of modesty. Her face was a mask of crimson.

"Sarah," I said gently, but with a command in my voice that she couldn't disobey. I caught her wrists. "Please. Don't hide from me."

I slowly, gently pulled her arms away from her body and let them fall to her sides.

She stood before me, bare-chested for the first time. She was a masterpiece. Her breasts were just as I had imagined—small, delicate, but perfectly formed, with a fullness that suited her elfin frame. Her skin was so pale it was almost translucent, and her nipples were a soft, pale pink, puckered tight from the cool air and the intensity of the moment.

"You are so beautiful," I breathed, my own voice sounding strained.

She whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut again, as if she couldn't bear to see me looking at her.

"Open your eyes, Sarah," I commanded softly. She obeyed, her lashes fluttering. "I want you to see me. I want you to know this is real."

I didn't take her breasts. Not yet. I started again at her throat, placing a line of soft, open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone. "You've dreamed of this," I murmured against her skin, my hands resting on her narrow waist. "Gentle caresses..." I moved up, kissing the soft skin of her shoulder. "...being kissed all over."

She was panting, her small breasts rising and falling with each shallow breath. I traced the swell of one breast with the tip of my tongue, but deliberately avoided the peak.

"Please..." she gasped, her hands coming up to grip my shoulders. "Please..."

"Please what, my sweet girl?" I whispered, my lips hovering just millimeters from her nipple. "Use your words. Tell me what you want."

"My... my nipples..." she whimpered, her voice breaking. "You said... I... I want you to..."

"You want me to lick them," I finished for her. "You want my mouth on you. Here."

"Yes!" she cried, the word torn from her. "Yes, John, please..."

That was all I needed.

I captured one of her small, pink nipples in my mouth. I didn't suckle hard; I worshipped it. I laved it with my tongue, gently, the wet heat enveloping her. I flicked my tongue over the sensitive peak, drawing it deeper into my mouth.

Her reaction was explosive.

A raw, high-pitched cry was ripped from her throat. Her knees buckled instantly. I had to drop to my knees to support her, my arms wrapping around her waist, my mouth never leaving its prize. She was clinging to my head, her fingers threaded deep into my hair, her body bowing as a pleasure so intense she had never known it was possible shot through her.

"Oh, God... John..." she sobbed, not from sadness, but from a sensory overload that was indistinguishable from pain.

I moved to the other breast, giving it the same devoted attention. I suckled and licked, my tongue working its magic, while my free hand caressed her hip, her stomach, grounding her. She was completely lost, her hips starting to move in a small, instinctive rhythm against my shoulder. She was chasing the feeling, her shyness momentarily annihilated by pure, primal sensation.

"It's okay," I murmured against her, feeling her climax building from just this. "Let it go, Sarah. It's just pleasure. It's all for you."

She was so close, her entire body a quivering wire. I held her, letting the waves of her first, overwhelming peak begin to subside, though she was still shaking uncontrollably.

I kissed my way back down her body, down her ribs, over the soft skin of her stomach. I stopped at her navel, kissing it gently, before moving lower. I pressed my face into the soft, warm skin just above the lace waistband of her white panties. I inhaled her scent—a clean, sweet, intoxicating mix of soap and her own unique, musky arousal.

"You're so sweet, Sarah," I whispered, my lips brushing the delicate fabric.

I hooked my thumbs into the waistband. She tensed immediately, her whole body going rigid again.

"There's only one thing left," I murmured, my voice muffled against her. "This is the last barrier. I want to see all of you. The part of you that's been hidden."

I felt a tear slip from her eye and land on my hair. "I'm... I'm scared," she whispered.

I looked up, my hands still on her panties. "I know," I said, my gaze holding hers. "And you're still here. You're the bravest girl I know."

I didn't wait for a nod. I knew she wanted this. She needed this.

I began to slide the panties down. Slowly. Over the delicate, sharp bones of her hips. Her stomach quivered. I slid them down her elfin thighs, which were trembling so hard they could barely hold her up.

When they reached her ankles, I paused. "Lift your foot, Sarah."

She obeyed, lifting one perfect, pale foot. I slid the lace free. "Now the other." She lifted the second.

The panties fell away.

I stayed kneeling, my hands on her thighs. She was now completely, utterly naked before me. And she was... perfect. Pristine.

Her skin was flawless, her hips slender. And just as I'd fantasized, she had a tiny, soft, almost translucent tuft of blonde hair. Below it, her delicate pink folds were closed tight, glistening, a perfect, untouched, elfin flower.

She was trembling from head to toe, looking down at me as I looked at her. It was the ultimate act of submission, the ultimate gesture of trust.

I looked up at her, my heart hammering in my chest. "You are... a masterpiece, Sarah."

I felt a surge of possessiveness so strong it almost choked me. She was mine.

I leaned forward, my fingers gently brushing her inner thigh, just at the edge of that soft, blonde hair.

"And now," I whispered, my breath a hot cloud against her most sensitive skin. "I'm going to taste the real you."