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on. He felt her tighten around him, clenching him in a rhythm unlike any other. His body became her ground as she shot over that edge, peaking in an orgasm that simply ripped from her hands. “Hold on to me sweetheart.” Cole, still holding her hips, thrust into her, deep, pressing hard against her body as his own orgasm swam through him. Falling with her, Cole shut out everything except the way her body felt when she climaxed and how easy it'd been to follow her. “Are you okay?” He hated the way the words sounded, as if she'd done something stupid to hurt herself, but Cole had never been careless lover and he wouldn't start with her.
    “I'm alright,” Stacey replied softly. Truthfully she didn't know how to feel. Every woman knew that a woman's first sexual experience was usually less than exemplary. Stacey didn't feel like that at all. “I enjoyed it Cole, if you're worried.”
    “No it's...” he sighed, resting his brow against hers. “I was worried I'd be terrible. I've never been with a woman who's inexperienced.”
    “I'm not sorry I was before,” Stacey admitted, “And I'm not sorry I'm not now.”
    “I'm honored, Stacey,” Cole told her with sincerity, his blue eyes shining, “Before we do or say anything else, I want you to know that any man would be honored to be your first and I certainly am.”
    “You're welcome. And for the record, you're not nearly as egotistical as I thought.” Stacey laughed. “Granted, you're still well up there, but not nearly as bad as I'd envisioned in the beginning.”
    “Oh well thank you for that gleaming compliment.” He flashed his pearly whites at her.
    “Hey!” Stacey yelped, slapping playfully at Cole's hand. “Hands off the merchandise, buddy.”
    “Come here.” He laughed, pulling Stacey closer to him. The kiss he'd meant to be playful quickly turned the heat up and set flame to the barely stoked embers of their passion. The two lovers spent the night enjoying all the carnality they could literally get their hands on.
     
    The next few weeks passed much the same; Cole and Stacey spent almost all of their time together, both professional and personal. And each night always ended the same; with a passion like nothing either one of them had experienced before. But they both new it was time to take the next step in whatever this was, or end it now.
    One particular morning dawned bright, beautiful and chilly as Stacey made her way downstairs. She smiled as the smell of coffee floated to her. “Morning,” Cole greeted, handing her a huge steaming mug. Stacey gratefully took her first sip and closed her eyes, thanking her lucky stars that Cole liked coffee as much as she did.
    “I honestly don't know how anyone lives without coffee, seriously,” Stacey replied resting her head affectionately against Cole's arm as he cracked eggs into a bowl. “Thank you, and good morning.”
    Cole, feeling affectionate himself, leaned down and kissed her brow. “You look amazing for this early in the morning. Do you want scrambled eggs? If not, I can do an omelet with vegetables.”
    “Oh god, I love a man who cooks. Are you sure we didn't die and land in Heaven?” she teased. “I would absolutely love an omelet.”
    “Anything you don't want in it?”
    “I'm good with whatever you make, I eat just about anything. Anchovies though, I don't do fish heads,” Stacey said, scrunching her face up in a way that made Cole laugh.
    ***
    “Do you run?” Cole asked, taking another sip of coffee. He honestly couldn't remember the last time he'd been this comfortable with someone, especially in their house. Someone he was interested in, someone of the opposite sex, someone he'd slept with. He also never woke up with that person. Never shared conversation and coffee or made breakfast. That, in and of itself, was worry enough. The fact that he was enjoying himself only added weight to his fears.
    “I do, although it's normally on a treadmill.” Stacey nodded toward the