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said as she nipped and dragged her mouth lower.
    He wasn’t sure what she was talking about and started to ask when she wrapped her hand around his erection, and nuzzled it, stealing all the air from his lungs and quashing the ability to do anything but groan.
    When her pink tongue poked between her lips and swiped the sensitive head, all he could do was slide her hair out of his line of vision, shove a pillow under his head, ignore the tingling sensation at the base of his spine telling him he was close, and pray he could control himself for as long as she wanted to play.
    And play she did, driving him right to the brink with her mouth, her teeth, taking him deep and backing off just as he thought for sure his head would explode.
    He reached for the condom, ripping it open. “Stop, I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last.”
    She looked at him, her mouth swollen from his kisses and the oral gratification she’d been in the midst of administering. “Really?”
    He brushed her hands away, afraid if she touched him again he’d lose it.
    She licked her lips. “So it was okay?”
    “If it were anymore okay, I’d have embarrassed myself.” He pulled her up on top of him, kissing her, tasting himself on her tongue, his hard-on nudging her opening. “Come here.” He sat, drawing her taut nipple between his lips, sucking it hard as he held her hips, waiting for her to slide down onto him.
    An inch in he knew something was different—tight didn’t begin to describe the sensation. His eyes shot open to find hers squeezed shut. “Fitz, baby. Look at me.”
    Her eyes opened wide, she grabbed his shoulders with both hands, her nails digging into his skin and bit her bottom lip between her teeth before thrusting down on him. He felt the resistance and tried to still her, but he was too late to do anything but kiss the tear that escaped her tightly closed eyes. “Oh baby, why didn’t you say anything?”
    She let out a shuttered breath and then another as he held her tight against him, praying he could make this clusterfuck of a first time good for her in the end at least. He raised her chin, pushed the hair from her forehead, and waited until she opened her eyes while ignoring the throbbing need to move inside her. When she finally looked at him, he smiled, hoping he hid the tension rioting through him, holding his breath, afraid to move, afraid to hurt her anymore. “Relax. It’s okay. Just give it a minute.” He rubbed her back, working out the tension, and kissed her—just a soft kiss tracing the seam of her lips with his tongue. A moment later she kissed him back.
    He wasn’t sure how long they kissed before the tension drained from her strained muscles and a whole new tension replaced it. “There you go. Now hold on.”
    He rolled them over with as little movement as he could manage so as to not hurt her anymore. Her head rested on a pillow, her dark hair fanned out the way he’d imagined it would when he first saw her at the bar. Her face, which just moments before had been void of all color and had stolen his breath and a piece of his heart, now, once again, was pink and flushed. He retreated a few inches and her legs wrapped around his hips with a death grip.
    “Simon. Don’t go.”
    He kissed her lips. This might have started out as sex for him, but that changed the moment he realized she was a virgin—he’d never known how much it changed things until that moment. “I’m not going anywhere, baby. Just let me make love to you.”
    He’d never been with a virgin before and kicked himself for doing it all wrong. Not that she’d told him. Okay, maybe she’d tried, but he’d had no idea what
this
meant when she said she’d never done
this
before. He thought she’d meant going down on a guy, which was a real possibility too, come to think of it.
    After some quick mental math he figured she had to be at least twenty-three. He knew she would have been carded at the bar, which was a real