"Never," I gasped as I plastered another deep kiss against her neck. I could tell Tamara was ready for me to touch her, but I still wanted to give her a chance to slow things down in case she started having second thoughts. Given the reactions of her body and the sounds she was making, it was unlikely, but I wanted the choice to be hers, not mine. Patience was key, this kind of lovemaking would change her forever, and I knew how to respect that. I had been with several straight women over the years, and every experience was different, but in every case where things progressed, they crossed...