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realized she too wanted to do that very thing. How can I be this turned on? I’ve only just met the man. Her body responded and it was what she wanted to do more than anything. It had been ages since she’d had a good fuck. No, no. That was totally the wrong turn of phrase...making love would be what they did.
    Dewin’s hand drifted up her leg and as he moved she could feel every caress as if they were skin to skin. He cupped her pussy through the blue jeans she wore. Sliding his hand up under her shirt, forcing her bra aside, he found her nipple and rubbed it into a hard, taut nub. “I would like you to take off your clothes. They are very foreign to me. Most women in my time had very few things under their clothes and all were fastened by buttons. Yours have new parts I do not understand.” He stroked the zipper on her jeans.
    Rachel stood before him, and shyness overcame her. It had been years since she undressed for a man and something told her this time would be different—very different—from anything that she’d experienced.
    “You do not need to be shy. I think you are beautiful as you are.” Warm and lush, his voice caressed her already heightened senses as he leaned in and kissed her stomach.
    “I’m not,” she whispered, her hand moving in his hair.
    He looked up at her, stunned. “Who has made you believe you are not a beautiful woman?” he questioned harshly. “Every woman is beautiful in their own way. They just need to learn to be comfortable with that beauty.”
    “Remember that I told you society was a whole lot different than your time?”
    “I do.”
    “I’m considered overweight in my time.”
    “Overweight…what do you mean by ‘overweight’?” He contemplated her with a bewildered gaze.
    She sighed. How did one explain to another who didn’t understand today’s society? “I have too much meat on my bones.”
    He quirked his eyebrows. “Ah.” Dewin started at the top of her head and leisurely scanned down her whole body once more. Again, there was a moment of being uncomfortable before he completed his assessment. “Whoever told you that is wrong. You appear to have curves in all the right places. I like a woman with—how did you put it?—meat on her bones. Please undress and let me be the judge.”
    She swallowed hard. Rachel wanted this man to like her and her body. She just wished there were some way to turn down the light. “Can’t we turn off the light?”
    “I will dim them for you, but I will not turn them out. I want to see you and I want you to see me.”
    Relief flooded Rachel when the lighting softened and embraced them in its glow. She unbuttoned her shirt and took it off. She reached around and unsnapped her bra, letting it float to lie on top of her shirt. Next, she pushed off her shoes and pulled off her socks. She realized she was going too quickly and slowed down. Biting her lip in consternation, she unfastened her pants and pushed them down her legs. She fondled the elastic band of her panties and hesitated for a moment before pulling them down around her ankles.
    Suddenly, Dewin was by her side, caressing her body. His hand brushed the vee of hair between her legs, seeking entrance to her innermost places. His mouth swooped down and his tongue probed the inner recesses of hers, demanding she give her all. She felt a moan swell in the back of her throat. His large hands rubbed her breasts, bringing each peak to full arousal. They were replaced by his mouth and she felt like a sapling in a strong wind. She gasped in surprise when his hands replaced his mouth, tugging and prodding her body to an even greater response.
    Rachel knew she’d only dreamt of the things he would do to her. There was something more primitive about this man than any other she had ever known. He got down on his knees in front of her and spread her legs a little wider.
    “I am going to make love to you like no one has ever done before.” Leaning in, his thumbs spread her vulva,