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doing this.
     
    He
brushed his hand across my breast.  My breath caught.  He leaned in and put his
lips to the material, his left hand moving to the hem of my gown.  He lifted it
up as I raised my arms.  It joined my underwear on the side of the bed.
     
    I
placed my right hand just inside of the band of his pants.  The skin on his hip
was warm and soft.  He turned briefly onto his back and pulled them off in one
quick movement. 
     
    Oh.
My. God. He. Is. Huge. Never. Gonna. Fit.
     
    He
wrapped his arms around me and pulled me on top of him.  I was insecure.  I
felt like, from this angle, all of my fat was on display.  He traced the small,
red heart on my hip.  “Another tattoo?  Fuck.”
     
    He
flipped me onto my back and lowered his head to my ink, running his tongue over
it.
     
    Is
internal combustion real?
     
    He
shifted me to the middle of the bed.  His left arm was wound tightly around my
back.  His right hand moved between my legs.  He pushed one finger inside.  I bowed
my back.  “Oh, God.”  He added another finger.
     
    “You’re
so wet.”
     
    Holy
shit!  Did he just say that?
     
    He
supported himself on his elbow and looked at me.  Playful Vince was gone.  His
fingers still stirred inside of me, but the pace was now slow and easy.  “Are
you sure about this?  Tell me now.  We can stop anytime.”
     
    “Yes.” 
I meant it.
     
    “Do
you have condoms?”
     
    “Nightstand.” 
     
    Oh
God, Ryan’s condoms.  Ryan’s nightstand.
    No,
Rachel.  You WILL NOT RUIN THIS.
     
    He
released me and dug in the drawer, producing a three pack.  He pulled one from
the perforated set and made quick work of sliding it on.  He turned back to me
and slid his hands up my sides.
     
    “Last
chance...”
     
    “I’m
ready.”  I was .
     
    He
situated his body on top of mine.  “Is this alright?”  He was worried about
me.  His face was filled with questions.
     
    “Yes,
Vince.  For Christ’s sake, put it in!”  I tried to lighten the mood.  It
worked.
     
    He
slowly pushed inside of me, taking his time.  Oh God, oh God.   He
focused on me.  He touched my face, kissed my neck.  He put his hands, not as
gently this time, on my breasts.  He whispered in my ear.
     
    Normally,
I wasn’t a big fan of the breezy talk during sex, but Vince made it an art.
     
    God,
you feel amazing.
    You’re
so fucking hot.
    I
could stay inside of you forever.
    I’ve
wanted you for so long.
     
    He
turned me over so that I was on top of him.  Not this again.    Would
it be weird if I put my gown back on?   
     
    “I
want to look at you.  I want to see you come.”
     
    Jesus
Christ.  Ryan never talked to me this way. 
    Stop
thinking about Ryan.
     
    I
moved against him.  God, he felt good.   He was experienced.  He made me
feel sexy.  Wanted.  Needed.  I needed this.
     
    He
brushed his thumb against my clitoris.  I came.  Just like that .  No
warning.  It just happened.  Worst part?  I screamed .  Yep, like I was
the victim in a horror movie.
     
    Second
worst part?  Vince liked it.  Like a lot .  Within seconds, he
released inside of me, calling out my name.
     
    I
was mortified.  There’s no way that Vince had ever been with a girl that
screamed.  Not like that .  Screams of passion were acceptable.  Just
fucking screaming ?  Unacceptable.  And probably weird.
     
    He
rolled me onto my back.  “Jesus, woman.  You almost killed me.”  He laughed and
covered his face with his hands.
     
    “I’m
sorry.  I was just surprised, I guess.”  It was official.  I was an idiot.
     
    “Are
you fucking kidding me?  What are you sorry about?  I don’t think I’ve ever had that reaction before.” 
     
    Yep,
just as I suspected.  Unacceptable and weird.
     
    I
sat up and fumbled around for my gown.  Vince wrapped his arms around my waist
and pulled me back in.  “Are you embarrassed ?”
     
    “That’s
never happened to me