Excerpt of My Gift To You by Faye Hall

Her long black hair fell softly around her naked shoulders,
loose silken strands gently escaping, caressing her bare
breasts. Her dark, piercing eyes followed her caressing
hands, her soft fingertips lightly touching his bare flesh.
His eyes moving, absorbing inch by glorious inch of her bare
flesh, he felt arousing warmth filling him.

This naked innocent was more exquisite, more breathtaking
than he could have dared to imagine possible. She was so
much more than he ever thought any woman could be.

When she reached for him, her soft fingers teasingly taking
his jerking organ, he was sure he would pass out from the
pleasure he felt.

At the very least, he knew he would soon disgrace himself in
her hand if she didn’t stop her teasing attentions.
Moving his hands to hers, he tried to push her away.

Slowly her naturally pink, almost blood red lips pouted, her
hand gradually ceasing its attentions.

"Please, Bailey. I want this . . . want you."

Focusing in on all the beautiful, dark features of this
girl, Bailey could feel himself being filled by a strange,
though intense, feeling. He knew he should refuse this
woman's advances…

. . . Society dictated he should. . .

. . . His life dictated he must. . .

Lifting his hand to her face, he let his fingers lightly
touch her naturally blushed cheek.

In this minute, he knew he couldn’t refuse her.
He was lost to her.

"Rush. . . "