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  “Okay.” He let out a shaky breath. “Did you want to do this...tonight? Like...now?”

  “Why not?” A shiver ran up her spine. Was this really, finally, about to happen? “But only if you want to.”

  “Only if I? Oh, babe.” He stood, moved around the coffee table, and spoke in the softest voice, “Come here.” The next moment, she was up and standing in his arms, his hands caressing her back. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re an amazing person, Michelle. You’re beautiful, and you’re funny, and I love your honesty. I feel, well, honored, quite frankly. I just don’t want to rush. I mean, I do, but I don’t want to pressure you.”

  “This is something I’ve fantasized about since I met you.” Arousal stirred at her core. “You aren’t rushing.”

  She pressed her ear to his chest and found his heart beating faster than normal. He lifted her chin with the crook of his finger and brought her lips to his. The kiss was soft, careful, but she could feel the energy of the passion he’d been holding back. She deepened the kiss, flicking her tongue inside of his mouth, her body coming alive with the trust of him.

  He groaned. “God, I want you.” He pulled back and held her arms in his hands. Giving her a brief serious look, he added, “But I want you to know that at any point, we can stop. And I won’t be angry like that douche bag you knew in high school.” He shifted his gaze to her arms. “Are you cold? You’re shivering.”

  “Just still a little wet from the rain, probably. I’m okay.” It was partially true. “I’m already warmer next to you.”

  His eyelids lowered to a pleased half-mast at that. “Your skin still feels a little chilly, though. Tell you what. Why don’t you go take a hot shower? I can meet you in the bedroom after, and we can take it from there.”

  “Okay.” Her voice was the faintest whisper.

  A slow smile crept to his lips. He kissed her, a long, lingering kiss that sent adrenaline rushing through all her limbs. When he pulled away, she gathered her wits and grabbed the lighter off the coffee table. Handing it to him, she cleared her parched throat.

  “There are a few more candles in the, uh, the bedroom.”

  “Right.” He touched her hair, letting his fingers slide all the way to the tips. “See you in there.”

  Dizzied, she stepped into the bathroom and absentmindedly tried the light switch out of habit. When the light didn’t go on, she shook her head and let out a curse and a laugh. The shower handles squeaked as they always did when she turned on the water. She’d need to give it a minute to warm up.

  She could do this.

  While she waited, she undressed. Jeff had never seen her naked before. Sure, he’d witnessed her in tight clothes and knew she had hourglass curves, and he’d done a fair share of welcomed groping, but to see her totally in the nude? It had been years since any man had. But she was proud of her body, from the way she’d protected her skin to the way she’d stayed trim at her age and maintained pert breasts and a firm, rounded ass.

  She stepped into the shower. Letting the hot water cascade down her skin, she imagined Jeff’s lips on hers as they were moments before. Why hadn’t she just invited him in with her? Her eyes widened when she heard the sound of the shower curtain sliding on its rod. Jeff had apparently read her mind.

  “Jeff?” she asked with electrified desire. “Please tell me that’s you.”

  “It’s me,” he said. “What, do you have some crazy roommate I don’t know about?”

  “No.” She wanted to turn around, but she could barely breathe, let alone move her feet. “At least not that I know of.”

  His right arm, sinewy with muscle, reached around her for the soap. He lathered it up and spread it up her sides, her arms, her sensitive breasts, and down her thighs. She helped him disperse the suds then rinsed off. Next, he reached for the shampoo.

  This was infinitely more enjoyable than a trip to the salon. There was something about having a man’s large yet careful hands working first the shampoo and then the conditioner through her tresses. His fingers felt amazing as they rubbed her scalp, massaging it. She turned her head and caught a glimpse of his shoulder and chest, glimmering with the hot water.

  “You’re pretty good at that,” she said. “Do you do it often?”

  “Not as often as I’d like. Then again, I haven’t known you but two months, so we have lots of time to catch up.”

  He slid his hands around her waist and pressed his firm stomach against her back. As he held her, the soft hair on his abdomen brushed her skin. His right hand moved lower and lightly brushed the tips of his fingers over her clitoris. He shifted his body, and she felt his erection press against the smoothness of her ass.

  Tingling with want, she closed her eyes in a swoon and leaned into him. Amazing how soft his body was, yet hard at the same time, like pure strength incased in gentleness. With two fingers he began rubbing circles, first against her pubic bone, then lower to the clit, then even lower, dipping down to her entrance and back up again.

  Silently grateful he didn’t linger at the opening (she wasn’t quite ready and was afraid she’d clench), she then welcomed his next move, which was to take his free hand and pinch her already pert nipples. As he worked her breasts and her clit, she bit her lower lip and fought the losing battle to move uncontrollably against his strokes. She grabbed his hand and guided him to put two fingers inside of her, just like how she did whenever she masturbated.

  He froze at first, perhaps out of apprehension, but when she let out a pleased moan, he slid them all the way up to the knuckle, then out to the tips, then back in. The agonizing slowness quickened until he reached the perfect pace. That did it. She lost control, and her hips bucked at their own volition. Suddenly horrified, she pulled his fingers out, her cheeks flushed with passion and embarrassment.

  “Do you need me to stop?” he whispered in her ear. He lingered there, biting the lobe. “Because I will, no problem.”

  “No, it’s not that.”

  Her voice shook. It was then that she turned to him. Their eyes met before he looked down, his eyes trailing over her breasts, down her flat stomach, and to her tuft of auburn pubic hair. She beheld the length of his fully erect cock, which would soon be inside of her.

  “I want you,” she said.

  He kissed her, his tongue rolling in her mouth against her tongue. Then he stepped out of the shower. The empty wetness between her legs was almost too much to bear. Her cunt felt swollen; it throbbed as it never had before. Was this what it felt like to truly need?

  She turned the water off and grabbed a towel. After dabbing herself dry, she joined Jeff in the bedroom. He sat on the bed, fitting a condom into place. When he extended a hand, Michelle took it, and he guided her to lie down.

  “The good thing is,” he said, moving like a sleek cat to position on top of her, “you’re not too terribly tight. You probably won’t bleed.”

  “I think I broke myself in,” she said, feeling the familiar flush on her cheeks.

  “God, I don’t think you have any idea how sexy you are,” he said with a grin.

  Talking about her personal pastimes was never anything she discussed with guys she dated. Then again, Jeff was different, their relationship intimate. She gasped when she felt his fingers tickle her pussy again.

  “Just let go,” he whispered, and she spread her legs, succumbing to the passion.

  Closing her eyes, she gave way to the undulation of her hips. His fingers grew ever so slick as they moved in and out of her. The aching pleasure built inside of her, and her body started to quake. He pulled the digits out again. As he moved, she expected more foreplay, but this time it wasn’t his fingers that she felt.

  “I’ll stop anytime,” he said, pushing in the tip of his cock.

  She boldly lifted her hips, forcing his prick into her a third of the way. He froze when she grew ri
gid; any further and it would’ve been too much. His fullness stretched her beyond all normal limits. It was slightly painful, but the sensation soon dissolved into pleasure. And as soon as he pulled out, she felt that emptiness again, which was far more agonizing. When he thrust again, her pussy was relaxed just enough for him to penetrate her fully.

  He gasped, his shoulders beginning to tremble. “Oh, fuck, you’re so tight.”

  Feeding off his sudden, intense arousal, Michelle felt a tingling of her nipples and a twitching of her clit. God, he felt so huge inside of her. But the lubed friction caused by his smooth member urged her to levels of erotic heaven she’d never achieved with her fingers. As his hips began to jut to an uneven rhythm, she moaned and lay back, grabbing around to grope his ass. He let out a loud gasp, shoving himself in to the hilt.

  It was like the feeling of flying. She soared, almost bursting out of her body for a moment, the pleasure too intense. When she blinked back into reality, her arms and legs shook from the orgasm. Jeff looked to be in the same state. Still on top of her and still inside of her, he smiled tenderly.

  And when he kissed her, she knew she’d chosen the right guy for this perfect moment. Whatever happened between them, she would be forever grateful for his tenderness and for his acceptance.

  “Thank you,” she said. “I’ve been waiting a long time for that.”

  “Let’s not wait so long next time,” he purred.

  Letting out a sigh, she replied, “It’s a deal.”

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