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it’s super embarrassing to say all this out loud.”
    “There’s no reason to be embarrassed. How can you get what you want if you don’t share the details? Out with it.”
    “True. Okay. I really like watching guys jerk off. It’s like the only porn I watch, when I watch porn.” Keira said the words so fast it was like they all ran together.
    “What do you like about watching guys jerk off?”
    “I just think it’s hot. I mean, porn’s a mess, but when it’s just one person it just seems more real. Less forced. A little less ridiculous. I’ve always thought it would be fun to watch a guy masturbate before or even after we have sex. He can watch me too, but yeah.”
    “So you like watching guys come?”
    “You make it sound like I have a hole drilled in a men’s locker room wall somewhere.”
    “Hey, I don’t know what you do when you’re at work. Excuse me.” Daniel gently lifted her feet and placed them back on the couch. Then he reached for his zipper and started undoing his pants. It wasn’t until his hand was all the way inside his boxers that Keira realized what he was doing.
    “Oh my gosh, no! Don’t!”
    “You sure?” Daniel asked, his hand still in his boxers.
    “No. Yes. I don’t know! Do you usually whip it out on first dates?”
    Daniel dropped his chin, giving her a telling look. “It’s happened.”
    “Oh gosh. Okay. Okay. Do it. No! Do it.”
    “Okay. I’m gonna do it, but from now on if you really, genuinely don’t want me to do something, say ‘pizza’.”
    “Is that our safeword?”
    Daniel’s smile should be illegal in every state. “So you did do your homework.”
    “A little bit. Okay, pizza. That’ll be your word too so I don’t get confused. Not that you’ll get anywhere near using it. I just—yeah. Okay. Do it. Oh my gosh. What we doing? There’s still pizza left!” Keira blurted out the last bit just before she covered her eyes again. He was lifting his hips to give himself more room to pull his boxers and his jeans all the way down. She couldn’t watch, but she had to. When Keira dared to peek between her fingers knew she had to stop him again.
    “Wait! Kiss me first. Just real quick. If we’re going to do anything close to sex, you have to kiss me. Makes it more personal, less… back room of the saloon.”
    “You’re weird, but I like it. Here I come. I’m gonna kiss the shit out of you.”
    He wasn’t kidding either. Daniel went for it, climbing over her, digging his fingers into her hair as he lightly caressed her cheek and then her neck with the healed skin on his arm.
    Goose bumps had already spread out all over her body, but now her goose bumps had caught some sort of fever. His lips were so soft and he knew how to use the right amount of tongue at the right moment. Just a hint brushed against her own tongue, and then a little more.
    He was pulling away before she knew it, back on the other end of the sofa with his jeans halfway down his thighs before she could tell him she wasn’t done yet, but then his hand was in his boxers and he was pulling out his cock.
    Keira was almost humiliated by how much it fascinated her. It was nice looking, as dicks go. Long and thick, which wasn’t unfamiliar to Keira. She’d been with well-endowed guys before but, as Daniel started to stroke himself, it really hit Keira just how one note her sex life had been. If she could count the seconds, from kiss to the moments that followed—if it wasn’t suggested that Keira enthusiastically give her partner some head—she never got a moment to appreciate a man’s body.
    If Daniel was anything like her last boyfriend, he’d already have her bent over the arm of the couch, going at her doggy-style and coming before she could even get close to her finish. Like clockwork, he’d go down on her afterward, but if she came, or if she faked it, he’d head to her room to pass out or take off for his own place before she could get her wits back. Her last boyfriend