"She quietly silenced his words with a determined shake of her head."No, I am the opera ghost no longer. I am through with mourning my father's death ...nd I have promises to keep. While I have not thought this through, I believe I have honored at least one of my oaths to my Angel of Music by marrying you, Erik."Her face flushed and she stumbled over her words as she rushed to speak them."However, my promise is not the reason I married you, Erik. You do know that, do you not? I married you. My neck was quickly getting sore in this position though and I knew I wouldn't be able to reach her clit or even keep this up for very long. She shifted a bit and I felt her buttcheeks against my face, my nose was in the crack of her ass and I was stretching my tongue as far as I could. I slid my face up a bit and started licking the insides of her asscheeks, sliding my tongue up Alison's buttcrack. She moaned lightly again and pressed her soft cute ass back against my face. My cock was tenting. I looked at her ‘you might hate yourself if you do’ I said giving her the possibility it might happen. She looked at me and nodded ‘I want you really really bad’ She said gripping the edge of my jacket.She stared at me and pressed her lips into a hard line, she inhaled deep ‘I just don’t want it to mean nothing to you’ She said studying my face.I stared at her for a moment, registering her statement. She had asked me about it before. I told her no sex until I was sure. I didn’t want to hurt her. He then dipped his fingers in my juices, swirling them about to prepare them for their next adventure into the unknown. He prodded at my forbidden area again, this time applying a bit of pressure to it's opening, lathering it in juices so his fingers would have an easy journey. He pressed his fingertip inside, my answering gasp of pleasure he took as permission to proceed. He slowly pressed into my virginal hole as gently as I assume one could, making me moan louder than I usually dared. I.