I was powerless to stop him while his touch performed miracles on my body. The blanket I was using to conceal my lack of clothing was taken from me. He whispered, “Beautiful,” before stroking me in ways only he was authorized to do.

With my permission, he was free to do whatever he pleased with my body. “Please take me,” I begged.

He assured me, “Later, baby,” and I placed my trust in him.

I was caught off guard by the sudden removal of his own garments, and I tried to avert my eyes from his maturing physique, but I was unable to. When we felt the need to satisfy...