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Gently, Tommy pulled me into his lap, his eyes glowing with love.

"Allison." He whispered, his low, sexy voice husky with emotion. "You have been through a lot, and you are a fighter, more than you could ever know or imagine. I would never trade you for the world, because you are my cornerstone. I love you so much."

Softly, his fingers brushed my cheek. His eyes lit up, and he leaned toward me until our foreheads touched.

"I would never, ever hurt you. But are you sure you're ready for this, Allison? To complete the mating ritual, once and for all?" He asked, his eyes gazing at me earnestly.

My heart flooded with emotion, bringing tears to my eyes.

I wrapped my arms around him and he held me closer, not letting go.

"Thank you so much, Tommy." I whispered, feeling butterflies flutter in my stomach. "Yes, I'm ready."

I leaned toward him, my breath quickening, and the air between us seemed to get hotter and hotter as the emotions multiplied.

He pressed his lips against mine, and I felt his tongue stroke my own as they moved together in a way so perfect that no words could describe.

I wrapped my hand around the back of his head and pulled us closer, deepening the kiss until I felt it in every square inch of my being, making my nether regions down south tingle with a feeling that was completely new to me; lust.

Through my shirt, I could feel every one of his hard edges pressing into my curves, filling up all of my empty spaces.

Tommy pulled his head back for a split second, giving himself time to pull his shirt over his head, revealing his perfect body.

Dang. That eightpack.

Suddenly, my nerves rolled themselves into a ball in my stomach.

The next part of the process was undressing, the part I was so afraid of. If I were to take off my clothes, my body, which still bore the fading remnants of my many encounters with Gideon, would be completely available for his usage.

The rational part of me was trying to tell me that I was safe with Tommy, that he was better than Gideon, and I could trust him completely with anything, but the more savage thoughts flowed from the darkest recesses of my brain, the parts I fled from on a daily basis.

What if Tommy was abusive? What if he tried to touch me like Gideon? What if he went so far as to rape me?

My hand, which was still positioned behind his head, slid up and down the length of his arm, trailing faltering, uncertain lines in his skin.

His eyes took in the fear on my face, and his intense features softened.

"Oh, Allison." He breathed.

Those two words expressed a world of love and concern for me, and though my doubts had seemed overpowering a second ago, I felt them rolling off me like raindrops.

The lust and confidence returned, and I felt a slight wetness pool from my core.

I pulled my shirt over my head quickly, not giving myself a chance to change my mind.

The next minute or so went by in a blur; our pants were lying in a pile on the floor, and Tommy was crouching over me, his fingers rubbing simple patterns all over body.

They started at my waist and moved up toward my breasts. I felt tingles in my stomach as his hands reached their destination.

They circled around my cleavage, barely touching me. Though it was still through my bra, I could feel it everywhere.

Sometimes, he'd apply a slight amount of pressure, and other times, those magical fingers would move slightly closer to the center, but they never tried to make a move or touch the parts that mattered.

The sudden realization burst into absolute clarity; Tommy wasn't doing anything until he knew I was comfortable with it. My love for him blossomed in my chest, and I felt my heart skip a beat.

From my position beneath Tommy's gorgeous body, I gazed at him straight in the eyes. "Go ahead, Tommy. Take it off."

He smiled. It wasn't a lustful smile, or a fake smile, but a genuine, breath-taking smile.

I lifted my back off the bed, allowing him access to my bra clasp in the back.

He reached his hands back behind me and the bra went slack, indicating that it was unclasped.

I lay back on the bed, and for a small second, the bra hung limply on my chest. It was the last barrier between my exposure and privacy.

Slowly I pulled it off, exposing my soft nipples.

Tommy slid his hand down the curve of my breast, his strong fingers coming to a stop on my left nipple.

They squeezed it gently, stroking its tip. The nipple caved under the pressure, bending on itself. Soon it became hard and firm once more, and they both begged for his undivided attention.

He sucked hard on my right nipple, pulling his head back so it stretched out. He worked his teeth on it, and I felt the skin on and around the tip become warm and wet from his treatment.

Then, he sucked on my left nipple, encouraged by my moans of pleasure and lust.

He planted gentle, soft kisses all around my breasts, leaving no bit of skin untouched.

I could feel him getting very hard, and his eyes turned stormy black, a strong indicator that Ian was here with us.

"Hey Ian." I murmured, closing my eyes to better enjoy the moment.

He waved childishly at me with a cocky grin and slid down the bed so he was closer to my opening.

Down went Ian's boxers and my panties, leaving us both as naked as the day we were born.

I closed my eyes, trying to get used to the feeling of being naked with someone else.

Ian slid his finger along my slit, and I produced a moan that I never knew I was capable of.

This brought back bad memories of Gideon, but this was Tommy here. Well, Ian. Not Gideon. They were worlds apart.

I shoved my hips up to him, a clear indication of my needs.

Ian pressed his face into my nether region, his tongue and hands putting me through a treatment so immense that I was reduced to a moaning mess, my hands digging into the sheets with the vigor not many could match.

"More! I must have more!" I cried, becoming blind to everything but this wonderful sensation.

He lapped up every one of my juices that were dripping down into the bedsheets, taking as much as I could produce.

That's not to say I was running out.

All too soon, he climbed up to his knees.

"My turn, Allison." He whispered.

I obliged, taking his firm, thick cock in my hand. In a way, it, like the rest of his body, was extremely easy on the eyes, and didn't disappoint my expectations.

It's solid firmness felt especially pleasing in my hand as I stroked it, base to tip, memorizing it's curves, creases, and sinews. I rubbed it until Tommy gasped, his hands flying to my waist in encouragement.

I cupped his lower regions with my other hand, giving him a thorough stroke-down across the entire region.

As I explored his shaft more, a drop of moisture appeared at the head of his length.

Gently, Tommy tugged himself away from me.

As soon as he'd grabbed the condom, he replaced my hand.

This time, I gave him a firmer, more solid grip, massaging him until he moaned.

Then, he put on the condom.

I lay back in the bed, spreading my legs to give him some more room.

He crouched over me. "We'll take this slowly, okay? Nice, easy, and slow."

I nodded, jittery with excitement.

He lowered his body toward me, so painstakingly, crushingly slow, like promised.

I thrust my hips up to meet him, feeling the head of this cock slide into my vagina.

"More." I demanded, thrusting my hips up again.

Oh my gosh. Is this really me talking?

This time, I felt something rip inside me.

I gasped in pain, gripping Tommy's wrists, which were planted on either side of my shoulders.

The pain dissolved momentarily, replaced by Ian's moan of uncontainable delight.

"Oh, hurry up! I need every bit of you!" I demanded. "Please Ian."

He didn't seem to notice, but ducked in and out of me, slowly gaining speed and strength.

I let out a howl, letting my sense of everything else fade away except the much-needed pressure between my hips.

Colorful words flew out of our mouths, peppering the air. They created a sort of friction between our bodies, making my vision blur with orgasm.

He slowed down his almost rhythmic motion, as though trying to stretch my orgasm.

At this point, I'd reached the point of no return, on a high so immense and driven that I could hardly breathe.

My breath was coming out in ragged gasps, and my chest heaved up and down as though I were running in a marathon. My entire body tingled with orgasmal arousal.

Ian let out the sexiest howl I'd ever heard, and my orgasm exploded to a level I had never imagined.

We shared a loud, passionate moan, continuing our erotic dance through the night.

Our combined ecstasy grew and grew, filling the air around us with a kind of electricity, making the hairs on my spine rise.

And suddenly, like a nuclear explosion, it was over. Tommy's muscles shook as he climbed off me to dispose the condom.

As he lay down next to me, I curled up next to him and lay my head on his chest. "That was amazing, Tommy."

He smiled and kissed my forehead. "It was, babe. I love you so much, and you don't ever forget that."

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Thank you WildWhispers!!

I hope you little dirty minds Faithful Shifters liked this ;)

Love you all!!

-MommaShifter

Gently, Tommy pulled me into his lap, his eyes glowing with love.

"Allison." He whispered, his low, sexy voice husky with emotion. "You have been through a lot, and you are a fighter, more than you could ever know or imagine. I would never trade you for the world, because you are my cornerstone. I love you so much."

Softly, his fingers brushed my cheek. His eyes lit up, and he leaned toward me until our foreheads touched.

"I would never, ever hurt you. But are you sure you're ready for this, Allison? To complete the mating ritual, once and for all?" He asked, his eyes gazing at me earnestly.

My heart flooded with emotion, bringing tears to my eyes.

I wrapped my arms around him and he held me closer, not letting go.

"Thank you so much, Tommy." I whispered, feeling butterflies flutter in my stomach. "Yes, I'm ready."

I leaned toward him, my breath quickening, and the air between us seemed to get hotter and hotter as the emotions multiplied.

He pressed his lips against mine, and I felt his tongue stroke my own as they moved together in a way so perfect that no words could describe.

I wrapped my hand around the back of his head and pulled us closer, deepening the kiss until I felt it in every square inch of my being, making my nether regions down south tingle with a feeling that was completely new to me; lust.

Through my shirt, I could feel every one of his hard edges pressing into my curves, filling up all of my empty spaces.

Tommy pulled his head back for a split second, giving himself time to pull his shirt over his head, revealing his perfect body.

Dang. That eightpack.

Suddenly, my nerves rolled themselves into a ball in my stomach.

The next part of the process was undressing, the part I was so afraid of. If I were to take off my clothes, my body, which still bore the fading remnants of my many encounters with Gideon, would be completely available for his usage.

The rational part of me was trying to tell me that I was safe with Tommy, that he was better than Gideon, and I could trust him completely with anything, but the more savage thoughts flowed from the darkest recesses of my brain, the parts I fled from on a daily basis.

What if Tommy was abusive? What if he tried to touch me like Gideon? What if he went so far as to rape me?

My hand, which was still positioned behind his head, slid up and down the length of his arm, trailing faltering, uncertain lines in his skin.

His eyes took in the fear on my face, and his intense features softened.

"Oh, Allison." He breathed.

Those two words expressed a world of love and concern for me, and though my doubts had seemed overpowering a second ago, I felt them rolling off me like raindrops.

The lust and confidence returned, and I felt a slight wetness pool from my core.

I pulled my shirt over my head quickly, not giving myself a chance to change my mind.

The next minute or so went by in a blur; our pants were lying in a pile on the floor, and Tommy was crouching over me, his fingers rubbing simple patterns all over body.

They started at my waist and moved up toward my breasts. I felt tingles in my stomach as his hands reached their destination.

They circled around my cleavage, barely touching me. Though it was still through my bra, I could feel it everywhere.

Sometimes, he'd apply a slight amount of pressure, and other times, those magical fingers would move slightly closer to the center, but they never tried to make a move or touch the parts that mattered.

The sudden realization burst into absolute clarity; Tommy wasn't doing anything until he knew I was comfortable with it. My love for him blossomed in my chest, and I felt my heart skip a beat.

From my position beneath Tommy's gorgeous body, I gazed at him straight in the eyes. "Go ahead, Tommy. Take it off."

He smiled. It wasn't a lustful smile, or a fake smile, but a genuine, breath-taking smile.

I lifted my back off the bed, allowing him access to my bra clasp in the back.

He reached his hands back behind me and the bra went slack, indicating that it was unclasped.

I lay back on the bed, and for a small second, the bra hung limply on my chest. It was the last barrier between my exposure and privacy.

Slowly I pulled it off, exposing my soft nipples.

Tommy slid his hand down the curve of my breast, his strong fingers coming to a stop on my left nipple.

They squeezed it gently, stroking its tip. The nipple caved under the pressure, bending on itself. Soon it became hard and firm once more, and they both begged for his undivided attention.

He sucked hard on my right nipple, pulling his head back so it stretched out. He worked his teeth on it, and I felt the skin on and around the tip become warm and wet from his treatment.

Then, he sucked on my left nipple, encouraged by my moans of pleasure and lust.

He planted gentle, soft kisses all around my breasts, leaving no bit of skin untouched.

I could feel him getting very hard, and his eyes turned stormy black, a strong indicator that Ian was here with us.

"Hey Ian." I murmured, closing my eyes to better enjoy the moment.

He waved childishly at me with a cocky grin and slid down the bed so he was closer to my opening.

Down went Ian's boxers and my panties, leaving us both as naked as the day we were born.

I closed my eyes, trying to get used to the feeling of being naked with someone else.

Ian slid his finger along my slit, and I produced a moan that I never knew I was capable of.

This brought back bad memories of Gideon, but this was Tommy here. Well, Ian. Not Gideon. They were worlds apart.

I shoved my hips up to him, a clear indication of my needs.

Ian pressed his face into my nether region, his tongue and hands putting me through a treatment so immense that I was reduced to a moaning mess, my hands digging into the sheets with the vigor not many could match.

"More! I must have more!" I cried, becoming blind to everything but this wonderful sensation.

He lapped up every one of my juices that were dripping down into the bedsheets, taking as much as I could produce.

That's not to say I was running out.

All too soon, he climbed up to his knees.

"My turn, Allison." He whispered.

I obliged, taking his firm, thick cock in my hand. In a way, it, like the rest of his body, was extremely easy on the eyes, and didn't disappoint my expectations.

It's solid firmness felt especially pleasing in my hand as I stroked it, base to tip, memorizing it's curves, creases, and sinews. I rubbed it until Tommy gasped, his hands flying to my waist in encouragement.

I cupped his lower regions with my other hand, giving him a thorough stroke-down across the entire region.

As I explored his shaft more, a drop of moisture appeared at the head of his length.

Gently, Tommy tugged himself away from me.

As soon as he'd grabbed the condom, he replaced my hand.

This time, I gave him a firmer, more solid grip, massaging him until he moaned.

Then, he put on the condom.

I lay back in the bed, spreading my legs to give him some more room.

He crouched over me. "We'll take this slowly, okay? Nice, easy, and slow."

I nodded, jittery with excitement.

He lowered his body toward me, so painstakingly, crushingly slow, like promised.

I thrust my hips up to meet him, feeling the head of this cock slide into my vagina.

"More." I demanded, thrusting my hips up again.

Oh my gosh. Is this really me talking?

This time, I felt something rip inside me.

I gasped in pain, gripping Tommy's wrists, which were planted on either side of my shoulders.

The pain dissolved momentarily, replaced by Ian's moan of uncontainable delight.

"Oh, hurry up! I need every bit of you!" I demanded. "Please Ian."

He didn't seem to notice, but ducked in and out of me, slowly gaining speed and strength.

I let out a howl, letting my sense of everything else fade away except the much-needed pressure between my hips.

Colorful words flew out of our mouths, peppering the air. They created a sort of friction between our bodies, making my vision blur with orgasm.

He slowed down his almost rhythmic motion, as though trying to stretch my orgasm.

At this point, I'd reached the point of no return, on a high so immense and driven that I could hardly breathe.

My breath was coming out in ragged gasps, and my chest heaved up and down as though I were running in a marathon. My entire body tingled with orgasmal arousal.

Ian let out the sexiest howl I'd ever heard, and my orgasm exploded to a level I had never imagined.

We shared a loud, passionate moan, continuing our erotic dance through the night.

Our combined ecstasy grew and grew, filling the air around us with a kind of electricity, making the hairs on my spine rise.

And suddenly, like a nuclear explosion, it was over. Tommy's muscles shook as he climbed off me to dispose the condom.

As he lay down next to me, I curled up next to him and lay my head on his chest. "That was amazing, Tommy."

He smiled and kissed my forehead. "It was, babe. I love you so much, and you don't ever forget that."

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Thank you WildWhispers!!

I hope you little dirty minds Faithful Shifters liked this ;)

Love you all!!

-MommaShifter