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says with determination in his eyes. He lowers himself, kissing along the way to my mound, finding that 'oh' spot. I begin wiggling under his touch. He places his hands on each hip, steadying my body’s reaction, to regain control. The room starts to blur as I pant from the irresistible certainty of reaching my second orgasm of the night. As I find my release, my body stiffens and he continues licking and sucking to draw out my climax. I quickly begin to regain consciousness and pull my legs closed; the sensation is too much. I cannot take anymore. Oh dear. He begins to work his way up, smirking at me, and stopping at my breasts to enjoy the feel of them in his hands. I pull my legs around him, attempting to get his pants off. I now want to see him. He chuckles, "I've got this." He stands and I immediately regret the loss of his body heat. He drops his pants. Oh. Boxers follow. Oh my. His dark eyes never once leave mine as he plants himself back where he was in order to kiss me. Tasting me on his lips is completely unexpected, because experience is something I seriously lack. If only Caine knew how inexperienced I am and why. I pull my mouth from his to shrug the bothersome thoughts away. I will not allow this moment to be ruined. This moment is mine. I hear the sound of a crinkling wrapper and realize he is putting on a condom. Oh, thank heavens. I think I was about to ask him if he had protection. Wasn’t I? I believe my brain has abandoned all rational thought. Even though I'm on the pill, who knows what unwanted gift he could give me. I am grateful for his intact conscience; it's bad enough I'm allowing myself to do this.
    Caine lifts himself to settle at my entrance. He leans down, "You are so beautiful." He thrusts his tongue in my mouth as soon as he plunges into my heat. I gasp, caught off guard by a slight sting and the obtrusive fullness of his cock. I'm praying he cannot tell I'm a virgin. Sure, I can be a tease and move my body as if I'm very experienced, but truthfully, I don’t have a clue. It's how I stay in control.
    Our breath quickens as Caine gently rocks in and out, reaching behind and grabbing my rear to increase the force. With his weight on his elbow, he takes his other hand behind my neck, crushing his lips to mine. We pull apart just slightly, both still out of breath. He accelerates his movements. My emotions begin to get the better of me and I find myself praying this will be over soon. It feels great but I think I’m going to have a panic attack. The enormity of the situation is hitting me deeper with every one of his thrusts. If everything my friends brag about in school is true, he is climaxing soon. He grunts loudly, “Lacey.” He utters, “Uh, so fucking beautiful, Lacey.” He increases the tempo more and then stills his body, spilling into the condom while taking a deep powerful breath. After a couple more pushes, he looks me in the eye with astonishment and pride. He leans in for another kiss. This kiss is back to being calm and tender. We continue for a few more minutes. "You were amazing. I could never get enough of you," he assures me, stealing another kiss. Never enough... What does he mean? I thought this was a one-night stand. This isn't supposed to go any further. I don't do the whole boyfriend thing. I've only ever known guys to think with their dicks and that is usually the only thing they want with girls. They have a selfish need to fulfill their desires, regardless of what a girl deserves and needs. I suddenly have a hard time breathing.
    Sensing something is off, Caine asks, "You okay?" I rub his back to encourage him everything is all right, "I just need to use the restroom." He rolls over and discards the condom, allowing me to get up. Without him noticing, I quickly grab my phone on my way to the bathroom. I shut the door, close my eyes, and take a deep breath. I can feel the tears threatening to spill as I wonder if I’ve lost the control I put in place years ago. What