Katherine:
How can this be? Last night I existed in the deepest, darkest pit of human
torment, and here I've awakened this morning to a new life, with the man I've
been waiting for since the beginning of time. I'm not alone any more.
Somewhere, in the limitless cosmos, someone has finally noticed me... and
smiled.
"Captain Dee", for that is the name I found printed on the stack of mail
scattered so haphazardly on the dresser, has returned with the kind of breakfast
that I could have only dreamed of a few short days ago... but it's more than
that. He seems gentle, caring, nurturing in a way that I've forgotten existed.
How long has it been since someone really cared about me? I can't remember.
I've told myself that it doesn't matter so many times... built walls to keep
away the hurt. But it does matter, even now. The Captain's closeness brings it
all back tenfold. I need to be here, need to be with him...need him to save me
from myself.
The meal looks incredible, set here on the balcony overlooking the blue Pacific,
but it's the look in his eyes that carries me away. How I want to lose myself
in his gaze...to feel his warmth enfold me, caress me...protect me from the
world beyond.
Slowly he reaches out to me, his palm upturned, beckoning me to close the
distance between us. I hesitate, a tiny revolution warring deep in my soul. So
many men have approached me during my long days and nights on the streets, only
to find me defensive and fleeing in terror...so many. My blood begins to race
and I feel a warm flush creep steadily across my cheeks. Is it time...is it?
The Captain waits, his patience soft and enduring until finally, my heart
overruling my head, I place my hand in his. I want this as much as he does. I
want him to be the one I'll remember for the rest of my days as "my first". I
want him to unveil the mysteries of passion and intimacy to me in the best
possible way. In his smile. In his arms. In his bed.
And so, as he leads me back into the bedroom I follow willingly...joyously in
fact, a yet untapped wellspring of arousal stirring in my belly. This is right,
I know it, so very right.
Gently he raises the hem of my blouse, up and over my head, his eyes warming my
flesh in the chill morning air. I swallow nervously, my hands protectively
shielding my naked breasts, holding on to my last reserve.
He pauses, his thumb tenderly stroking my cheek as if to say "It's all right,
Katherine. I won't hurt you. No one will ever hurt you again."
I believe him. He's given me his word. And so, lowering my lashes, I remove my
hands from my breasts and slide my fingers beneath the waistband of my skirt. A
brief tug, then the snap releases with a pop in the still morning air, and in a
second I feel the soft material cascade around my ankles. Only the lacy
confection that covers my sex now separates me from what is to come, and in a
rush I want that too to be gone as well.
Shyly I reach for the elastic of my panties, but he stills me with a tiny shake
of his head. "Not yet, Katherine. Patience, 'Little One'. Some things are
better savored... appreciated a nibble at a time."
I blush again. What must he think of me? But then my embarrassment falls away
and fades into nothingness as he slides his arms around my quivering body and
draws me close to him. He's so warm and sheltering, his lips finding my own,
his tongue exploring my mouth until I find myself breathless with need.
"Is this your first time Katherine?" he whispers into my ear, his voice melting
the last of my resolve. But he knows the answer before it even forms on my
lips...he knows.
Silently I nod, the warm rush in my belly growing and spreading between my
thighs. Then, pressing his lips to my throat, he lifts me up in his arms and
bears me weightlessly across the room. Desperately I cling to his neck,
burying my face beneath his chin as he carries me to the bed, the mad flutter of
my pulse stealing my breath away.
He pauses again, stroking my flesh with his fingers, then lays me gently down
among the remains of the bed coverings like something precious and fragile. I
sigh, eyes widening as he loosens the sash on his robe and lets it fall in a
hush to the floor.
He is magnificent.
His body calls to me in a language so primeval that only the human heart has
ever recorded it. I lick my lips, learning, memorizing his shape, his texture.
Then he's beside me, his hands caressing my breasts, his tongue circling against
my straining nipples until I moan softly between parted lips, begging for him to
continue...continue... continue...
His fingers, so curious, now slide beneath my panties, seeking and finding the
moist auburn patch between my thighs. I gasp! Has a human hand ever felt so
good? He probes further...further until I feel him testing my virginal barrier
with the tip of his index finger.
I whimper. Will he...will he...
Then he withdraws, but only for a second, and I feel his hands easing my panties
down over my hips, baring my glistening sex, sending an unquenchable fire
through my veins.
Again I whimper, reaching for his hand once more, pleading silently for him to
touch me, stroke me as he'd done before. But he has other ideas...wonderful
ideas.
Gently, he instructs me to part my legs, raising my knees to allow him access.
Then, lying between them he strokes my body, his lips drawing out my sighs, his
tongue hungering tortuously inside me until I'm sure that heaven must be weeping
over my joy. It's only then that he lays his massive sex atop my fluttering
belly, displaying himself so that I'll feel secure for what's to come.
"This may hurt a little," he says, pausing, his breath warm against my cheek.
And then, reaching between us he guides his shaft toward my guarded opening and
begins to press...hard...harder until I feel the pain of his intimacy shoot
between my thighs. A sweet sensation...pain and passion, sweet and sour, each
blending to create a dish for the gods.
And then he takes me.
I feel his hardened sex thrust deep within me...plowing my virgin furrow,
growing in depth and intensity with each powerful jut of his hips. My moans,
soft at first, rise to fill the room, my cries of passion drowning out the sound
of the waves, the sound of the gulls...the pounding of my heart. Lost in a
world of sensation, I close my eyes, but not before I see the hazy concentration
on his face and feel the heat of his seed fill my body...flooding me...pushing
me over the edge.
Then, rolling onto his back, he places me atop his hips and instructs me to
"touch" myself while he feasts his eyes on my rising passion. I hesitate at
first. How can I? I have never displayed myself so brazenly...but then, this
is a time for "firsts", is it not? And so I slip my index finger deep between
my labia, finding and stimulating my throbbing clit as he watches me with heated
gaze. My climax, still on the brink from my first encounter, is quick in
coming, and as I plunge my fingers frantically within myself he takes my hand
from its nest and begins to lick my fingers. I'm touched...amazed. He's been
in my body, and now I'm in his. It seems right, somehow...appropriate. I
smile. We'll do well together, this wonderful man and I...very well indeed.
I know at that moment that I want to be His...to be all that He will ever want
me to be...all that He ever wants in a woman...a lover...a friend. I want to
color the shadows of His life with irrepressible joy...passion that fills Him to
the brim every minute of every day. I want Him near me...beside me...inside of
me every waking moment.
I'm His. I belong. I've found my place.
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