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Denby began slowly peeling off his shirt. He wasn't yet sure if this was real, so he was very hesitant. But Diane looked real (and eager) enough, so he'd just do what his body was telling him to do.

Harry Denby had never been so close in his life to sheer perfection. Sheer beauty. She was lying on his bed, her beautiful legs crossed and her arms lifeless at her sides, but her innocent position deeply betrayed her feelings. She wanted to moan at the sight of Harry's chest; to make love to him all night long or until he collapsed with exhaustion.

He was trembling like a virgin. And, strangely enough, this with Diane made him a virgin. It was his first time with someone who wasn't just an easy lay; a piece of ass that he could brag about. Hell, his first time had been with the known high school slut. But she, this vision before him, was someone he cared about...he loved her. Damn.

Diane moaned and reached her pale strong arms up to him.

"Harry...come to bed now."

His pulse leapt. She had never called him Harry with warmth in her voice; affection in her voice.

He made his way slowly to the bed, staring at every footstep, looking at ever crack in the wall. Why was he so...nervous? When he arrived at her side, she smiled at him; the initiator. Reaching to cup her face with his hands, his fingers brushed her curls.

He leaned into her embrace and kissed her. It was nothing like the kiss a few minutes ago; nothing like the kiss in the bar, this one was sweet and full of longing and love.

He loved her. It wasn't a new thought, just something that was starting to sink in. He whispered that to her and in return, she clutched him to her.

She was naked before him. His shaking had increased from a slight tremor to an almost violent convulsion. Everything about her disarmed him. In his dreams he had seen these perfect breasts before him; hovering and bouncing as he thrust into her. They were supreme, much lovelier than his best erotic fantasy.

Her hands reached his pants and he made no mover to help her nor stop her. Right now, he would be lucky if he remembered how to pleasure her. But as she sat completely up and smiled into his eyes while her hands worked a wicked spell through his penis, he just wanted to fall into the soft cloud of his bed and love her.

He slid his hands up her arms, and she guided them from her shoulders to her breasts, and he felt himself coming back. He lowered his head to her nipple and gently teased her nipple. Sucking around it, flicking his tongue, he did everything to draw the moans from her mouth.

She was moaning. Loudly, with wild abandon. She caressed him with more strength in her hands, running up and down the length of him. When she brought his head up from her breasts, he thought she meant to stop, and gave her the most heartbreakingly disappointed expression she had ever seen. It made her laugh; Harry Denby vulnerable to her touch.

"What? You don't mean to stop, do you?"

She shook her head, suppressing laughter. When she lifted her eyes to look at his lean, firm body the humor instantly disappeared. She reached a hand out to his face, threading her hands through his blue black hair. She pulled him down next to her again.

"No, no, I don't want to stop. It's just...I want to be able to please you the way you're pleasing me"

At that, his face relaxed. He kissed her softly on the top of her head and held her close.

"Good. You had me worried for a moment."

"I have had plenty of time to think about this. Actually, I've had time to think about sex with other men since Bobby died."

His face hardened at the name of him. Great, he thought, she thought of him, Bobby, even at times like this. Times when he was hers and she was his. He was now not so sure about the whole thing. If she spent all of their time together thinking about Bobby, comparing them, would it be worth it?

She must have seen his face change because she directed her glance to his eyes and became even more somber.

"And no, I'm not thinking of him like this, missing him at a time like. How could I? The past is the past and he's gone. You're not Bobby and I don't expect you to be. Yes, he helped me through thick and thin, but this is you now. you, Harry Denby, the one I'm choosing to make love to; to be with."

What she said was exactly what he wanted to hear. What he needed to hear. What any man in this situation would beg and pray for. And she gave it to him. She didn't want another Bobby. She wanted him, Harrison Denby.

With that thought he felt emotion well up inside of him; a steady current that was bubbling up. He felt the streams of tears in his eyes, and kissed her so hard he thought he would break her.

When he put his finger inside of her to feel around gently, she bucked and moaned. He covered her mouth in a probing, heady kiss because the walls of the apartments were paper thin. She was moving in time with his hand, her breathing rough and catchy.

When he brushed against her clitoris lightly with his pointer finger, her moans caught and her breath came out in a strangled half moan. The little whimper that followed aroused him beyond belief and made him crazy with need. Trying to deepen her already intense pleasure, he began a gentle assault on her sensitive pearl.

Her whole body shook and she hit the headboard, slamming it against the wall. He was beyond caring at this point; his only goal to bring her absolute and complete pleasure. He continued to stroke her and push his fingers deep inside of her for a moment more, but sensed in a few more flicks of his finger she would be at the breaking point. He rubbed her deeply one last time and slowly withdrew his finger.

"Harry, don't stop!"

Diane cried out in protest of his sudden stop and he nuzzled her neck in answer. He kissed his way down from the silky column of her throat and down to her breasts, sucking on her hard nipples for a moment, drawing more groans of pleasure from her.

He made his way to her belly, and he used his hands to caress her thigh. She sensed what was coming and held her breath. He taunted her for a minute, rubbing his hand from her thigh up to her inner thigh, and continued kissing her stomach.

When he put his mouth to her most sensitive spot she let a soft scream fall from her lips. He did what he had done with finger a minute earlier, tasting and teasing her. He could hear her even when she crossed her legs around his head.

"Oh, God...yes, yes..oh..."

When she felt herself nearing orgasm, she pulled his head up. This time it was he who was disappointed. Harry had really been into that.

His first thrust into her made him cry out. She was so warm so wet and so perfect inside. She arched up against him but their slight height difference prevented him from kissing her too deeply. He began rocking his hips into her, moaning out at the slow pressure.

She was holding onto his back, now bucking faster than he was thrusting so he increased the pace slightly, receiving an approving moan and gasp of pleasure from Diane.

Diane thrust up against his 8 inches, and felt the heat growing. She didn't want to come yet, the pleasure was to great so she put her hands on his hips and ground against him harder but slower. He responded by slowing his thrusts to a rhythm closer to a heartbeat then a frenzy.

Harry loved this feeling of beginning inside of her but sensed it wasn't enough for Diane. So he grasped her legs and locked them around his waist and propelled them so she was on top and could control everything.

Diane wasn't quite sure what Harry was doing when she felt him lean towards his left and then lift her up. But she soon found that this changing of positions was wonderful and since she had never actually been riding on top before, she got to draw out the pleasure to her desire.

After only a few minutes of this she felt both of their orgasms coming on. She groaned and thrust faster and harder and faster and he bucked up words crying out into her body. She felt the coil begin to unwind and cried out. He didn't climax and scream out her name until about 30 seconds after her but much to both of their delight, she came again, bracing her hands against his shoulders.

After the fucking was over, and they were breathing like they had run a 50 mile marathon in record time, they held each other close and Harry whispered to her.

"Diane...I love you."

This time she heard him without sexual tension in the way and fully understood. She didn't speak for a while. But then, right when he was afraid she was regretting the whole thing, she did.

"I love you more, Harrison Denby."