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reflecting back at me. I know he’s feeling exactly how I feel. I steel my resolve and summon the courage to speak. “I want to go home with you.”
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    We start taking off each other’s clothes before we even make it inside his apartment. I’m pretty sure my underwear has sprung a leak. There is no way I could possibly be this wet over a guy. As soon as he closes the door behind us, he lifts my skirt and strokes me with the smooth pad of his finger. I want to melt all over him.
    Somehow, we find our way to his bed and tumble onto the mattress in a tangled heap. My dress is gone. My bra has been undone. I gasp as his hands knead my breasts before he gently pinches each nipple. He wets one finger, then another, and then rubs his saliva into my hardened tips. I gasp again, and more moisture saturates my underwear. Then his hands move down, across my abdomen and then lower still.
    Thank God I waxed this morning .
    He tugs on the thin fabric of my panties, so I lift up my bottom and let him remove them. The curly hairs of his chest gently chafe my hardened nipples as I press into him. I relish the feel of it, a real man grinding against me. But I want to feel more than just Andrés’s chest hair. I want to feel all of him, especially that one thing, inside of me.
    I reach for his pants zipper and growl. It’s already been undone, and his hard length throbs beneath my touch as I wrap my hand around it.
    “You’re big,” I moan into his mouth.
    He chuckles against my lips but doesn’t say a word as he strokes my sensitive cleft, coaxing more moisture out of me and causing me to swell to the point of agonizingly painful pleasure. At some point he pulls back, and I hear him pulling off his jeans and ripping open a wrapper. I wait for him to slip on the condom. He’s back on top of me, lifting my legs over his shoulders.
    As the head of his penis circles the edge of my clit, I read the hunger in his eyes, the desperation. I feel it, too. I spread my legs wide, wanting so badly for him to be inside me.
    He closes his eyes, the muscles in his powerful neck and shoulders flexing as he slowly slides inside. It’s exquisite torture. I want him to stop. I want him to go on. He fills me completely, sliding all the way in until the head rests against the depths of my swollen channel. I’m already on the verge of a powerful climax.
    This, I think to myself , is exactly how sex should feel. This is what I’ve been missing. Those are the only coherent thoughts I can muster before Andrés slowly pulls out of me.
    I cry out, digging my nails into his tight ass. “Don’t stop!” I beg.
    He holds steady and then kisses me, his tongue moving across mine with long, languid strokes. Then he pulls away and trails kisses down my neck and between my breasts, stopping to flick his tongue across one nipple, then the other.
    I moan and run my fingers up his back and through his thick hair, cursing, as he slides farther out of me. I grab his ass again, digging into his flesh. He responds with a low chuckle, and then thrusts forward, hard and deep. He picks up tempo, sliding out and thrusting in. I scream as the first climax grips me, seizing my womb like a vise.
    But Andrés doesn’t stop battering my swollen channel, causing wave upon wave of euphoric pleasure to pulsate through me. I hear him groan and then he stills. His hips spasm as I feel him throbbing inside me.
    He collapses beside me and then pulls me into his embrace, kissing my face and neck and whispering sensual words. I recognize a few like “mija” and “ amor, ” and I berate myself for taking American Sign Language instead of Spanish. I relish the feel of his warm, strong arms, of the heady thrumming in the core of my body as it spreads outward, all the way down to the tips of my toes. I sigh against his chest as my arms and legs go limp. I am more content and more satisfied than I’ve ever been in my life.
    I wonder, as I close my eyes and nestle against him, is