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lips.
    His hands gripped my butt and lifted me up on the counter at the same time his head dipped down for a kiss. He slid my dress up my thighs, his palms warm on my skin, and suddenly, his hands were inside my lace panties. I gasped when his fingers found my entrance. He pushed one long finger inside, and I squeezed him as I moaned.
    â€œYou really want this?” he asked, uncertainty still evident in his voice. Or maybe he just liked hearing me beg. He pushed another finger inside and started a slow and slippery stroke. “Or this?”
    â€œWhat do you think?” I asked, knowing I was soaked.
    â€œI think,” he began, flicking his fingers upward in an exquisite way that made me gasp, hitting just the right spot.
    â€œThat—” Another flick.
    â€œYou—” I gasped.
    â€œAre—” I squeezed him hard, intensifying the sensations.
    â€œSexy—”
So close.
    â€œAs fuck.” With that, he began to move his fingers rapidly, and after only several seconds, I threw my head back and came around him, my legs and my insides trembling as he kept up the assault.
    I grabbed his head and kissed him, moaning into his mouth. “I want to feel you inside me.”
    He hesitated, glancing at his bedroom, when I grabbed his head and kissed him again. “I’m on the pill,” I said. “And I’m clean. Are you?”
    â€œOh yeah,” he said and swept me up in more kisses. I unbuttoned his pants and slipped a hand into his boxer shorts, wrapping my fingers around his hard shaft. He gripped my wrist, preventing me from stroking him.
    â€œNo. I want something else.” He pulled down his pants and boxer shorts, his large cock flying free.
    I looked down at it properly for the first time, impressed not only with its length but its girth. Henry was a big boy with a big toy to match.
    â€œYou ready?”
    When I nodded, he pressed the head to the entrance and then slid inside in one clean stroke. I gasped, feeling so full I could burst. I squeezed him as he pulled almost all the way out, then slid back in, inch by delicious inch.
    I pressed my mouth to his neck to keep from screaming out loud, my body a jittery bundle of raw nerves.
    â€œElsie,” he said between his teeth, his hands on my butt as he began to increase the pace. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he sank in even deeper. “You feel so fucking good,” he groaned against my hair.
    I came again, the orgasm bursting through my body like a white-hot tidal wave. Henry gave a little grunt and pumped faster, gripping me so tight against him he was very nearly lifting me off the counter. With one final thrust his body went rigid and he pressed his face into my neck, trying to catch his breath. I grasped the back of his head and held him tight, never wanting to let him go, wanting to keep him inside me forever.
    After a moment, he looked up, his eyes an ocean of emotions. He looked grave when he said, “There’s something else I haven’t told you.”
    My heart stopped. It couldn’t possibly take more bad news, not now.
    â€œI’m in love with you, Els,” he whispered, as if afraid of being heard. “I’ve loved you since that day you first cut my hair.”
    Instead of dealing with the startling confession, I jumped right into the memory. I was just fifteen and Jason and Henry were about to head off to college. Henry had always sported a longer style that brushed his shoulders, but he needed to have short hair for ROTC. Since our mother wasn’t home, I was the only one qualified to use the shears, so I had performed the difficult and heartbreaking task of buzzing off all that beautiful dark, wavy hair. I had felt his eyes on me through the mirror but kept my focus, careful not to send Henry off to college with a wonky buzz cut. Sabotage did occur to me in a moment of pure selfishness—thinking that the college hussies might leave him alone if he