Un-manly

Jean and Anna kissed passionately, shedding their clothes as though they were on fire. The fervor of the moment was dizzying, the pace breathless, leaving Jean feeling as if he was being swept away in a whirlwind. Once undressed, Jean lay supine on the bed while Anna positioned herself over him.

"You are so ready, master," said Anna gripping Jean's hands.

"Do you want to be on top?" Jean asked in a voice barely above a whisper.

With a sultry smile, Anna leaned over to nibble his ear before whispering back, "It would be my honour."

"Begin," commanded Jean softly. With that word hanging in the air between them like an intimate secret shared for the first time, their bodies merged into one. It was their inaugural dance of passion and with it came the loss of Jean's innocence. While Anna seemed unruffled by the proceedings, waves of pleasure overwhelmed him; he knew he wouldn't last long.

"Master," cooed Anna softly as she noticed his tension mounting. "Relax."

He nodded and repositioned