Distracted as he was by his growing desires, Erasmus mentally noted that he hadn't heard any sexual sounds for a while as they neared the end of the hallway. Testing a doorknob, he found it unlocked and entered the room, holding the door open for Alana.

To his stunned surprise, Alana rushed past him and practically dove onto the bed, "testing" the firmness of the mattress by bouncing on it with almost childish delight. Sending him a grin that was part bashful, part teasing, she buried her face into the billowy white softness of the pillows and comforter on the bed. Apparently satisfied, she rolled onto her back and kicked her heels off then onto her side, propping her head on one hand and crooking a finger at him.

Erasmus watched Alana with a mixture of laughter and desire. Even as he felt the urge to surge eagerly toward her, however, sudden doubt shook him. He had never coupled with a female that was not of his world. He had always known exactly what to do to please the woman, exactly what to touch, how he should touch it, the moment before her climax--everything. Feeling abruptly uneasy and uncomfortably uncertain, he closed the door to the room, locked it, and leaned back against it for support as the realization hit him.

He didn't know what to do! He certainly knew how to make love, but he was so used to anticipating what the woman wanted--knowing instantly the moment he touched her exactly what she needed--he discovered that it was extremely disconcerting to realize he didn't even know where to begin with Alana. He watched her uneasily as she rolled onto her back and propped up on her elbows and gave him a seductive come hither look under her long dark lashes, long strands of her brown hair cascading around her angelic face.

His throat closed and he felt like he was suffocating. When he swallowed, the sound was so loud in his ears it further exacerbated his nerves. He forced his lips into a semblance of a smile, but he had a bad feeling it looked as sickly and uneasy as it felt. Raking a shaking hand through his long, black hair, Erasmus stalled for a little bit of time, trying to decide how to approach the situation.

He could see she was disconcerted by his hesitancy, however. He would just have to let her make all the moves, he decided abruptly. Surely he couldn't go wrong that way? If he let her start, he would know what she was interested in and he could work with that.

Deciding her impulse to be playful had put him off, Alana slid off the bed, watching him as she struggled to perform an enticing strip tease with hands that shook with nerves. She was glad she'd invested in sexy underwear for the occasion. His eyes narrowed as she removed her dress and tossed it aside, darkening with desire as she slowly discarded her bra and then slipped her thongs off, leaving the garter and hose she'd worn. In seconds, she had her dress off and lying carelessly on the floor beside the bed.

She hesitated then, uncertain of whether to approach him or wait for him to come to her. Finally, quirking an eyebrow at aloof demeanor, Alana turned away from and crawled onto the bed very slowly, making sure he got a good view of her ass and a peek at her woman's place as she made her way to the top of the bed and lay down, waiting for him.

After an unnerving moment, Erasmus followed suit. Peeling the black material that clung like a second skin off his body in one fell swoop, he crossed the room to stand beside the bed, staring down at her, his mind so clouded with the lust pounding through him that he'd lost all awareness of everything else.

His uncertainty had fled, but he was no better off, he realized dimly. He couldn't think beyond the fact that she was the most beautiful, desirable creature he'd ever set eyes on. Everything about her called to some fierce, primal need inside of him, prompting him to simply fall upon her and take, to taste and touch her all over, to bury his cock inside her and drive into her frenziedly until he assuaged the burning, blinding need pulsing inside of him.

He was still fighting the impulse to fall upon her like a madman when she caught his attention by dragging a hand slowly down her body to the soft curls that covered her mound. As he watched, she pulled her knees up, spread her legs, and began to caress her woman's bud with two fingers. Transfixed, his tongue affixing to the roof of his mouth, he watched her, forgetting even to breathe until darkness joined the pounding in his head. Everything on his body tautened, became rock hard, his blood pounding painfully in his temples and through his cock until it began to seem that one or the other or both would explode. Like an automaton, he moved stiffly, without conscious thought. Settling on the foot of the bed, he sat back on his feet and touched himself. A hiss that was part pain part pleasure escaped him as he closed his hand around his aching member and slowly stroked it from the base to the tip.

Alana bit her lip, delighting in watching him as she touched herself, in having him watch her as he pleasured himself. Gooseflesh rippled all over her skin and brought her nipples to hardened peaks as she continued little round circular patterns on her woman's bud, but it wasn't nearly enough. She wanted to feel him, to taste his flesh, but she wanted to take her time, enjoy the experience.

She sat up in front of him then. Grasping his hands, she guided them toward her breasts and then and grabbed his rock hard arms to steady herself as she leaned closer and began to nibble his neck. Erasmus let out a short, harsh breath as her lips brushed the sensitive flesh. The sound excited her tremendously and spurred her on. While he gently cupped and massaged her full breasts, she traced a path from beneath his firm, square jaw to his ear, nipping and licking intermediately, using her sharp teeth to gently graze the hollow of his neck. She licked the bottom of his ear delicately, just barely touching his skin. He trembled slightly beneath her and it only made the blood pump harder to her woman's place.

Encouraged by Erasmus's response, Alana let her hands roam freely over the deliciously warm skin of his upper torso and delved her tongue from the back of his ear around to the front, darting it inside his ear canal briefly. He let out a soft moan of pleasure at that that went straight to her womb, her passage clenching as if he was already inside her. She looked at his face then. He had closed his eyes and his face was contorted in a look of ecstasy that was almost agony.