" Trust me, Olivera. I won't read your thoughts unless you permit me to do so. Although I'm certain that I'm ready for you to know every single thing I think, or feel." Raul stated, his voice dropping an octave, when he mentioned the last phrase, to black-velvet seduction. "Or fantasize." He added. His body surged forward the next second, burying itself more deeply within her.
"How am I doing?" Olivera asked, wanting to know if she was even trying, since this was her first time. He has been the one doing the whole work; and with his experience with other women, she couldn't help but wonder if she actually measured up.
