WARNING!  LOVE SCENE AHEAD.

"I don't want to disturb you."

He was here again. Had pressed her buzzer and was standing at her door. Annie sucked in her breath. She wasn't sure if he'd have the courage to venture out of his house after the traumatic experience, he'd had at the police station but here he was at her door.

Annie sighed at the sight of him and drew her chenille dressing gown tighter across her body. "You're not disturbing me. I was just watching some TV." Annie smiled up at him and held her palm out toward the small sitting area. "Would you like to come in?"

Rohan swallowed and frowned. He felt useless. Should he ask her to walk again? Did she want him here after what he'd been accused of? He heard her words in the back of his mind. "Rohan, you need to start saying and doing what you want." He studied her face and realised she was guiding him again, listening with her senses, steering him. He knew what she had said was true. It had worked for him when she had said it to him on the bridge. He'd done what he wanted and she hadn't rejected him. If she didn't want the same then he was sure she'd be strong enough to say no. He swallowed again, and then said, "I want to come in."

Annie smiled at him. "I'd like that."

Rohan blushed and stepped inside. She closed the door, walked towards the kitchenette and turned on the kettle. Rohan stood in the centre of the room and looked around. It was small but very clean and tidy.

"Do you want a cup of tea or coffee?" Annie reached for some cups. "I have muffins."

"Coffee. I'll have coffee please. Muffins sound good."

Annie grinned at the cupboard. He was getting it. She pulled out a chair and sat at the table.

"Come and sit down, Rohan."

He did what she said, studied the table for a moment, and then looked at her warily. "I'm sorry about the police, Annie. Sorry that they came and questioned you."

Annie cocked her head. "You don't have to say sorry to me for that. They're just doing their job, I guess. I knew you didn't do it."

"It's because of the way I am." He smiled awkwardly. "I'm not the easiest person to work out."

"You got that right," Annie said with a laugh.

Rohan chortled and focused on her eyes. "I think you're doing a good job, Annie."

She raised her eyebrows in humour. "What? I'm only doing a good job, not a bloody fantastic job."

He didn't laugh but studied her face seriously. "I'm not good with lots of things... with people... conflict..."

Annie put her fingers on his lips and looked at him tenderly. "I know, but we're working it out." It was time to take him to the next level. She got up and sat across his leg, one foot still rested on the floor to support her weight. She put her hand on the side of his face. Annie waited for his reaction. He didn't move. She pressed her lips to his forehead, as he closed his eyes Annie placed her lips on his. He exhaled against her mouth so Annie pressed a little heavier and moved hers over his.

Rohan opened his mouth and tasted her. Every one of his skin cells erupted into a mass of goose bumps, his breath caught in his throat. This felt so good, better each time. He took hold of her face and stuck his tongue in her mouth like he'd seen couples do in movies he'd watched.

Putting her hands on his shoulders, Annie pulled slowly away. Rohan chased her mouth with his; found it, and then moved his lips like she had done. Oh... fuck... he felt like a man who hadn't eaten for a week. She pulled away again so he opened his eyes to see her smiling at him.

Annie stood up and took off her dressing gown to reveal the sky-blue satin nightie she was wearing. She took hold of the bottom of Rohan's new jumper and pulled it over his head. He was wearing a white t-shirt underneath and she wondered why he even bothered wearing the jumper because he looked really good in the t-shirts they had bought.

His body was taut and his biceps bulged under the sleeves. Annie looked at his face, he hadn't said a word but sat mesmerised watching her every move. She sat across his leg once more and kissed him again. Annie felt his heavy breath on her face and him gasp for another.

"Rohan, I want you to touch me, like you did the other day. Put your hand on my leg, wherever you want and touch me. I want you to know what I feel like."

"Annie..." he sighed, "I'm not very good at this. I..."

"We'll work it out. It's okay. If you want to stop you just have to say. It's just kissing and touching. We've done it a little. I want us to know each other better." She put her forehead on his and closed her eyes.

He nodded his head against hers, and then put his hand on her outer thigh and moved it slowly up and down. A silent groan passed through his lips. He was so hard and was sure he wasn't going to be able to control himself. When she put her lips on his again Rohan gripped her hip, pulled her closer, and then ran his hand over her backside. The silky satin enhanced the feel of her shape. His penis sent out a strong warning. It quivered so hard that Rohan had to pull his mouth away and suck in air. He removed his hand and gripped the edge of the table as he inhaled again. "Annie... I don't work properly... I..." He didn't know how to say it.

Annie put her forehead on his again. She didn't know what he meant so she tried to come up with an answer. "Rohan... have you ever been with a woman before?"

He hung his head and nodded. "Once... but... I don't work right. She said men like me don't change."

Annie thought she was getting it but wasn't sure and didn't want to embarrass him by assuming the wrong thing. "Was she your girlfriend?"

Not wanting to look at Annie when he answered, Rohan focused on the edge of the table where his hand gripped it. "No... I paid; she was..."

Annie put her lips on his. She didn't need to hear anymore. From that experience he thought he was impotent but from Annie's experience any man who could walk around with an erection for hours like he had every time they'd been out together wasn't impotent. She kissed him on the forehead then on the cheek and finally back on his lips. "Shush... it's okay I understand but I'm sure she's wrong, Rohan." He frowned and studied her face so she continued, "It was your first, yeah?"

Rohan nodded.

"And you were scared. It's understandable for your first time. Did she know it was?"

"No... I didn't want to look stupid, being as old as I was."

Annie smiled tenderly then she kissed his mouth once more. "We don't have to go that far but I want you to hold me because I really like you. Do you want to hold me, Rohan or do you want to go home? Either way I won't be upset. It's up to you."

Instead of answering, Rohan put his mouth on hers and moved his lips. He put his hand back on her hip and pulled her around to face him. He wanted her where she had been the day of the museum. He ran his hands up her thighs pushing her nightie higher. "You're so beautiful, Annie." He could see the tip of her lacy panties. Rohan drew in air and lifted his head. He put a hand behind her head and brought her mouth to his. Every nerve ending was alive. He pulled her pelvis firmly against his while he sucked on her neck. Man, oh, man.

He claimed her mouth again, pushed against her and put his hand on her breast. She moaned softly against his lips and clung to his neck as he ran his hands over her. Rohan thought nothing he had ever touched before felt as good as Annie. A surge of adrenalin ran through him, he wanted to consume her so he kissed her demandingly, squeezed her breast harder and forced her tighter against him. He felt like he was going to explode but he couldn't stop. Couldn't get enough of her. Through his frenzy he felt her pushing against him, trying to pull her mouth from his so he released her and gasped for breath.

Annie looked ruffled. "Gentler, Rohan. You have to be gentler and slower." She put her hand on his mouth and smiled lovingly. "It hurts when you're too rough. Girls like it when it's gentle."

"I'm sorry," he panted. "Do you want me to go... I... you feel so... God... Annie you feel so good."

"You just have to go slow and gentle." Annie tittered and ran her hand through his hair. "I'm not going to disappear. There's no rush, alright?"

Rohan swallowed and nodded. He watched her stand up. A surge of loss and anxiety swept through him but she pulled him to his feet.

"I want to lay down with you."

He let her lead him to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed as she pushed him gently down. Rohan watched her kneel and take off his shoes.

When she was finished, Annie stood before him and ran her hand over his face. "I want you to see me, Rohan. I want you to see what I look like."

Rohan sat entranced and watched as she pulled her nightie over her head and stood before him in her little lacy underpants. He sighed heavily, reached out, touched her stomach, and then let his eyes wander over her body, her breasts and her thighs.

"You're beautiful, Annie, so, beautiful." Rohan wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her towards him. He kissed her stomach, and then lifted his lips to her breast. How he had wanted to do this to a woman. At the feel of her hard nipple in his mouth Rohan groaned loudly, suckled and had to pull away. "Oh Annie...!" He drew her closer, wrapped his other arm around her and rested his head against her diaphragm. Rohan felt tears run down his face. He shuddered. Annie's hand was in his hair caressing his head as she cradled him to her.

She had no idea what he was feeling but was overwhelmed by his reaction to seeing her naked. Annie cried with him and knew something terrible must have happened in his life. That it wasn't just lack of confidence or shyness but it was so much more. When she felt him stop shuddering, she lifted his face and gently wiped his tears away with her thumbs. Annie didn't quite know what to say so she bent down and kissed his cheek. She whispered, "I want to take your shirt off."

Rohan stopped breathing. He didn't want her to see his back. She wouldn't want to touch him if she saw it.

There was so much fear in his eyes that it frightened Annie. She said, "It's okay if you don't want too." She ran her hand over his head and smiled reassuringly. He closed his eyes at her touch. Annie wondered what he was afraid of.

"I have marks, Annie." Rohan looked up at her, his green eyes intense. "Scars... you might..."

Again, she stopped his speech with her fingers and smiled gently at him. "We'll deal with it, Rohan. It's okay. Did you have an accident?"

Rohan didn't answer her. He was told they were accidents, every man and woman who had marked him had always said later that it was an accident. Annie said they'd deal with it. He trusted her so he stood up and lifted his shirt and singlet over his head.

Not knowing what to expect, Annie drew in a breath and bit the inside of her lip as he pulled his clothes off. He was magnificent and yes, he had an 'L' shaped scar on his ribs but that was nothing. Annie reached out and stroked it. He drew a breath and closed his eyes briefly at her touch. "You're amazing, Rohan. You have a beautiful body."

She placed her palm against him and ran it over his taut stomach and chest, and then reached up and touched his shoulder. Annie ran her hand down his arm and over his bicep, down his forearm and lifted his hand. She placed it on her breast. They stood like this, admiring each other, and then Annie moved her hand to the waist band of his trousers. She looked at his face to see if he would object. When he didn't, she undid his belt and fly, and then pushed his jeans down. His penis stood tall and erect in his underwear. She pushed them down too and touched him. Rohan jerked away at the sensation.

"Ah... Annie... I think if you do that..." It was too late. She touched him again. He struggled for air and gasped as he ejaculated in her palm. "I'm sorry... Annie... I'm sorry. I don't work right... this..." Rohan searched franticly for something to catch his semen but Annie just held him tighter and let him cum in her hand.

She realised now what he had been trying to say, not that he was impotent but he pre-ejaculated. "It's okay, Rohan. Please. It's okay. It was bound to happen. You've been aroused for so long... all night at the movies. The museum, on the bridge and tonight... I understand."

He sighed in relief at her reaction. His vision blurred. Rohan pushed his palms against his eyes, and then frowned at her. "You knew... when we were at the movies and museum. You knew?"

"Well, it wasn't hard to miss, you're..." Annie smiled. "You're well built, Rohan, so pretty hard to hide, I think." She lifted his singlet and indicated she was going to use it to wipe her hand. "Is it okay if I..."

Rohan chuckled and nodded, he felt stunned she knew how he had been feeling. He put his hand into her hair, bent down and kissed her. When he drew away, he whispered, "Annie you need to see me now." He knew she was confused by his words so he said, "You need to see all of me." As he looked down at her he took a deep breath and turned around. He heard Annie gasp. Then he felt her warm soft hand touching him. Rohan exhaled. She hadn't hesitated, hadn't screamed or jumped away in fright. Her words came to him.

"Oh... Rohan. Who did this to you? Who would do such a thing?"

Annie's first emotion was shock, then pain and extreme sadness. Everything about him became clear, every hung head, every leg shake, every look of intimidation and fear. The last emotion Annie felt was anger. How could anyone do this to him and surely, he was a child when it happened.

Two long angry scars ran diagonally across his back from shoulder to hip with others throughout. Pitted and twisted. Rough and shiny. There was a burn mark from an iron on his backside, every steam hole evident but the worst was the word VILE, which ran across his shoulder blade. Every small circular cigarette burn was perfectly aligned to form the letters. She knew now why he wouldn't buy the singlets. Annie felt tears stream down her face. Who could have done such a terrible thing to this beautiful man? She put her cheek against his back and wrapped her arms around him. There were no words to describe how she felt, no words to make it better, no words to take away his pain. Annie just held him and hoped he knew what she was trying to convey. She pressed her lips against an angry red scar and kissed him tenderly.

Rohan stood in a dream like state, an intense tingling sensation ran through him. It started in his toes and moved slowly upwards, rippled through every joint and skin cell. When it reached his chest, he inhaled deeply. As it made its way to the top of his head it was as if an enormous weight had been lifted. He felt light headed and giddy. Rohan closed his eyes and absorbed the sensation.

Once it floated above him, he turned around and lifted Annie. She wrapped her legs and arms around him, and then put her lips on his. Rohan kissed her and ran his large hand over her backside. "Annie..." He laid her on the bed and felt like the man she had turned him into. Rohan felt beautiful, strong and confident. He looked down at her and claimed her mouth.

Rohan knew what he wanted for the very first time in his life and he was going to have it.

He kissed her neck and moved his mouth to her breasts. Watching her arch fervidly towards him ignited the warrior in him. Rohan pulled her panties down and took a deep breath while he did it. He was doing what every man wanted to do and she was letting him. Then he leaned over her and commanded her mouth to work in rhythm with his. He felt Annie reach down and take hold of him. She seized him so hard that Rohan wrenched his mouth away and lifted his head to the ceiling. "Ah... Annie...!" He dropped his head and watched her manipulate his rigid seeping phallus until he thought it was going to break out of its skin. Her thumb spread that liquid coating over his straining head sending shafts of pleasure through his whole body. "Annie...!" She opened her legs wider and steered him towards her.

When Rohan sank deep into her depths he tensed and held his breath. Ah... the feeling was overwhelming, powerful. He roared from the cavern of his soul. This was where he wanted to be forever, this was where he had always wanted to be; linked to another with his heart and his soul and his body.

He began to move slowly backwards and forwards; savoured every moment, every sensation. Rohan lifted his face to the ceiling once more. His chest rumbled with possession. He looked down at, His. Beautiful. Annie. She had her hands all over his body watching his face. Rohan put his hand on her backside and pulled her closer. He thrust deeper wanting to be taken into her completely. The sight of her closing her eyes, arching towards him as she opened her perfect mouth and the sound of her breath leaving her lungs took Rohan on a journey, he thought he'd never know. He watched himself thrust into her, then pull out, bringing her silver liquid with him. The instant he was almost out he desperately wanted back in so he drove his long hard length deeper.

Annie whimpered and moaned with each thrust. She was beautiful to watch. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders. She let go and wrapped her arms around his neck, buried her hands in his hair. "Rohan..." Annie caught his hips with her legs and arched higher.

He felt a gentle thudding seize his stone hard phallus. Rohan heard her gasp, his name spoken softly on her lips as she exhaled, felt her legs coil tighter. This next level took Rohan Wayland higher than he'd ever been before. His body convulsed to the point where he thought he was dying. Every muscle jerked. He groaned again. "Oh... God... Annie..." Rohan drove himself forward spilling endlessly inside of her.

She was his.

No one else's.

This is how it was meant to be. This woman belonged to him and he would defend her with his life.

When he stopped shuddering, he sucked in a bucket load of air and lowered himself against her.

His.

Rohan Wayland had found his way home.

Rohan Wayland knew where he belonged.

Rohan Wayland... had evolved...

Aw...♥♥♥

I hope I made Rohan's first time as special for you as it was for him. xoxoxo

Thanks so much for sticking with this book. ♥

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