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breathed.
    “You really want to know?”
    “ Maybe,” I answered, biting my lip.
    “Michelle Barne s.  My high school girlfriend.  Let’s just say that she was very vocal about what she liked… and didn’t.”
    I laughed. 
    “Well, remind me to send Michelle Barnes a thank you note.  So, what now?”
    “Now …”  He reached over to the box on the nightstand and pulled out a condom, tearing back the foil.  He eased it on, his broad chest heaving.  “Are you ready?”
    “Is that a trick question?”  I smiled.
    With that, he pushed into me.  It was slow at first, my body adjusting to his size.  I imagined that he had perfected that move over the years.  I wondered how many women he had been with this way.  The thought made my stomach clench.  He was mine.
    Mine?
    “Are you okay, Elsa?  Is this good?”
    “Yes,” I breathed.  “Harder.”
    He studied my face, his eyes fixed on mine. 
    “Get on top of me.  Hurry ,” he said, shifting.  He leaned up against the headboard.  I straddled his lap.  “Put your hands on the top.”
    I clutched the wood as h e settled back inside of me with a slow push.  God, I could practically feel him in my throat.
    “Jack,” I gasped.
    He gripped my back and pulled me closer, pushing my hips in rhythm with his.  “You feel so fucking hot, Elsa.  Push harder.”
    I arched my back, placing my hands behind me, resting on the tops of his thighs.  He licked from my neck downwards, settling on one of my breasts.  I moaned.
    “Oh God, Jack… fuck.”
    He placed his hand in between my legs, pressing where our bodies connected.  His thumb matched our speed, rubbing circles in time.  I squirmed now, moving faster.
    “A little longer, El.  Can you wait?”
    “Yes!” I screamed, craning my back.  “Please hurry.”
    I meant it.  I was getting there with or without him… but I would rather have him with me.
    He pushed faster, gripping my backside, lifting me up a bit and dropping me back down.
    Oh God.
    “Push up, honey.  Push up on me.”
    I followed his directions.  Totally worth it.  He panted and moaned.  I was in heaven, knowing I could affect him like this. 
    “Jack… I…”
    “Now,” he whispered, never breaking eye contact. 
    I nestled into the crook of his neck, riding out my second orgasm in less than ten minutes.  I’d never had multiple orgasms.  It was sad, really.  All of the girls I knew bragged about them.  I always just nodded my head a lot and acted like I knew what they meant.  I always thought it was me. 
    Maybe I was just incapable of having them… and wouldn’t that just suck?  But I had come to peace with it, knowing that I would never be part of the copius-climaxers club.
    Until today.
    Jack was breathing heavy, letting his hands drift up and down my back. 
    “Thank you,” he said, smiling.
    “Oh, no, thank you .”  I kissed the side of his neck.  “What now?”
    “I need five minutes at least,” he responded.
    “No, Jack, I mean what happens now?  Like with us?”
    I knew it was a pretty serious conversation, especially having it while he was still inside of me.  I lifted myself up and nuzzled in next to him.
    “Let me go take care of this and I’ll be right back.”
    He walked into the bathroom.  A few minutes passed and he returned, sliding into bed.  He faced me and rubbed my arm.
    “Are you okay?” he asked.  “Like with this?”
    “Yeah.”  I leaned in and kissed him softly.
    “Good.”  His eyes were serious.  “I want to see you, Elsa.”
    “You’re seeing me right now,” I responded with a laugh.
    “You know what I mean.  I want to try this with you.  I need you to try too, though,” he said, grinning.
    I pulled him closer, wrapping my hand around his semi-erection.  “Has it been five minutes yet?”
    “No .”  He laughed.  “Get dressed.  Let’s eat something.  I’ve been a nervous wreck all day.”
    “Because of me?” I asked.
    “You do have the