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it. Compared to the men I’d been with before, I could do the whole orgasm thing much better myself.
    I squawked with the sudden movement and he laughed at my surprise.
    “Trust me Sarah. You’re going to love this.”
    And that’s the thing. I totally did trust him, especially as he’d just spent the last half hour seeing to my pleasure before his own.
    He lifted me onto my knees, my back flush against his chest. As he held my body tight, his left hand traveled down the length of me, past my belly, and into the soft, wet curls below. He brushed the pad of his middle finger over my sensitive clit, sending spasms of delight rocketing through me. His movements were slow, languorous, like he had all the time in the world to please me. I should have been sobbing with frantic need by that point, an incoherent mess of feeling and emotion, but there was something about the intimacy of the way he held me that helped keep my wits about me.
    Cameron had given me piggy back rides before and we’d hugged and danced and had had any number of other minor, inconsequential physical interactions, but it occurred to me in that moment that it was the first time he’d ever held me. The supreme closeness of the embrace after I’d longed for more from for him brought tears to my eyes. Thank God he couldn’t see my face. 
    Just as I was getting into the rhythm of his movements, my hips undulating in time with the shifting of his fingers, he began to place soft, feather-light kisses on the back of my neck, sending shivers of desire all over my skin. He gently nibbled on my ear lobe and then ran the tip of his tongue along the outer rim, a sensation I’d never found erotic, but with him everything was. Every feeling, every caress. My body wasn’t my own anymore. Not that I made a habit of quoting Madonna, but it truly felt like I was being touched for the very first time.
    Just as I was ready to come he pulled his hand away, left me wanting more. Needing it.
    “I’m going to fuck you now,” he whispered in my ear.
    And then I felt it, the head of his hard, swollen cock slipping through the crevice between my ass to press against the wet, inflamed flesh of my pussy, pushing past the tightness of my entrance, pushing past all of my defenses. Just that little bit of contact had me coming. Hard. As I pulsed around him, I heard him groan, and then in one powerful thrust he was fully sheathed inside of me.
    Given the fierceness with which he entered me I fully expected him to pound away, that he’d give it to hard and fast and a little bit frenzied. But no, he took his time, savoring the friction of his cock entering me, the slow slip slide of our coupling. There were no sweet nothings whispered in my ear, no terms of endearment given between us, just the sound that two bodies make when in the throws of extreme passion.
    As my body geared up for another orgasm I was overcome with one terrifying thought. He hadn’t used a condom. I was clean, and I knew he was too. I wasn’t worried about disease so much as I was about other side effects of unprotected sex. I’d been on the pill since college but had taken antibiotics to ward off a sinus infection the week before so I panicked and tried to push myself away but his strong arms held me tight as he continued to fuck me from behind.
    “Condom. You forgot the condom,” I spat out. That got his attention right away and he instantly stilled. And just like that the spell was broken.
    “Oh shit. God. I’m Sorry. I don’t … damn.” He pulled out, leaving me empty – bereft – as he fell onto his back on the other side of the bed, arm thrown up over his head.
    I didn’t know what to do, what to say, so I simply lay next to him, my breath coming out in staccato pants. I pulled a pillow over my body and hugged it tightly to my chest. I could hear my heart beating loudly in the silence.
    Neither of us spoke for several seconds, by then sober as a church mouse. Finally, I turned to look at him