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to the gods.  Her nipples weren’t dark as he’d expected, but a beautiful tawny colour.
    He forced his eyes downward to her stomach where a simple heart-shaped ruby lay nestled in the small hollow of her navel.  Pierced navels were commonplace.  He didn’t have a preference one way or the other, but the thought of her navel, the very source of life, hidden beneath the jewel made him want to move it aside and bury his tongue deeply into the slight indentation.
    She tried to cross her legs to conceal her jet black pubic curls from him, but she was only partially successful.  He hadn’t seen pubic hair on a woman in years—not in the flesh anyway—and he found the sight oddly arousing.  He liked the women he slept with to be cleanly shaven, always worried that there could be little creatures living happily in any damp, moist, hairy environment.  He had even on occasion shaved a woman who hadn’t been cropped close enough for his liking, but he loved old porn movies and got fiercely aroused by a woman with a full thatch of pubic hair.  The sight of Shakira’s silky black hairs made the blood rush to his cock with such a fury, it left him light headed.
    Yet, though his sudden erection was painful, he surprisingly didn’t feel the need to attack her like a rabid beast.
    He wanted to press sweet, soft kisses against her trembling wide mouth and reassure her that all would be well…strange because he rarely kissed women.  He appreciated them going down on him, but didn’t appreciate the thought that they had gone down on other men before him.
    He wanted to make gentle, tender love to her…even stranger because he always fucked women.  Fucked them hard as they screamed his name and told him how brilliant a lover he was, how big and sweet and hard his cock was, and how tasty his cum…all in anticipation of the expensive trinket he would later give them.
    She was awakening needs in him that were alien.
    It was worrying and exhilarating.
    “Come here to me,” he commanded softly.  He could have gone to her and swept her off her feet, but he wanted her to feel some measure of control, to consciously bridge the gap between them.
    She walked slowly over to him, her breasts and hips swaying rhythmically with each step.  All at once he understood why men in ancient times worshipped Rubenesque women.  The movement of her hips was as old as time itself—and far sexier to him than the practised sashaying walk of supermodels on catwalks.  Her hips looked capable of bearing his children naturally and effortlessly.  The thought made him want to plant his seed deep inside her and watch it grow from the outside.
    He shook his head to clear it and slid his hands up her goose-bumped arms to warm them as she finally drew close enough for him to touch her.
    “Don’t be afraid of me, sweetheart.  I promise I won’t hurt you.”
    He would, of course, when he took her virginity, but he would try to do so as painlessly as possible.
    She raised her chin and gazed up at him, her eyes so trusting his heart clenched.  He knew that whatever happened he couldn’t seduce her against her will.
    What the hell’s wrong with me?  Annoyed with the tender feelings she created inside him, Jared sought to regain control of himself and the situation.  Cupping her breasts, he held her gaze as he thumbed her nipples.  The only other times breasts had overfilled his large hands like this, they had been implants which had moved unnaturally and separated from the breast tissue when moulded.  Hers were beautifully solid masses and moulded to perfection, the nipples peaking magnificently at his touch.
    “Mmm,” she moaned, her eyes softened and then closed in ecstasy as he applied a firmer touch.
    “Don’t close your eyes, sweetheart,” he whispered.
    She obeyed him instantly, her eyes looking dazed as though she was high on drugs or alcohol as he continued to tease her nipples.
    “Have you let another man touch these?”  His hands