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Then in his suggestion I open the duvet to let his mouth touch as well. And I do, just enough to admit him in and for me, not him, to see. Plenty though for me to. Fuck. Neck clicking back at the little of his teeth and I must red nod when he asks Nice? It is. Good! Now how about the knickers and tights? And my fingers unprise from the cliff.
    First – Duvet from between my knees.
    Second – Mid kiss, his proposed I’d like if you touched me.
    Third – My quick Oh! That’s big! Great news, he laughs But it’s about average, mind if I touch yours?
    Fourth – So if I let him?
    Fifth – Enjoying that?
    Sixth – Yes     a lot
    Seventh – Then you know what’s next. No! I’m not takingthis duvet off! Come on, sex through a sheet, maybe, but a duvet? Anatomically no way and besides, it’s freezing out here.
    Eighth finger – Fucking hell, you came here for this.
    Ninth – His thumb runs the length of my face. Listen, I think I know what the answer is but is this your first time? Oh God! I look away. Don’t worry, he says We all have one. Why don’t you lie back?
    Tenth – And let’s just get it done.
    So here we are. Here I am. Naked, in bed with a naked man. Under his body. Matching his kiss. Tangled legs. Parted lips and daring myself to the furthest furthest til What are you doing? Going down on you. No! No! I’m not doing that! Well, technically you wouldn’t be, I would. No. Come on, you’ll like it. I would not! Just try me, I’ve been told I’m pretty good. Thanks, I say I’ll do without. Might help, he says. How? With the getting wet. Oh Jesus – I sit bolt up, crucified – That’s it! I’m going home. Don’t go, he says, plying me back. No, this is a disaster. Don’t say that, I’m actually having a weirdly good time. Really? Really and if you don’t want to that’s fine I’ll just do something else. Like what? Well you’ll have to stay and see.
    So tempted enough and shame defied, I let him elaborate where he’s allowed. And he gets me as ready as anyone might, almost to wishing he would. If this game’s touch he knows it well and where to find what of me understands. Getting breath getting quick against his mouth. Sync timing hip til I’m gripping his side. God I could really be inside you now, ready to have a go? And his fingers and going and Alright, yes. That’s the spirit, I’ll just get a thing, he says, patting a hand about under the bed. Finds. Rips and rolls it down on himself. Oh God it’s really now isn’t it? And he’s so ready it’s true. You know thismight hurt a bit? I know. Just say if it’s too much. My eyes go open at this, to his. Close up I think they’re grey. Flecked with concentrating on mine as he finds to the place. Little spit on his fingers – Just in case. Kissing then sloping me, shifting his weight Ready? Yes. And he. Jesus Christ! No don’t pull away. It hurts. I know but it’s not quite in yet. I can’t. You can, just let me, he says It’ll never be as bad again. How do you fucking know? Educated guess. Then Oh fuck, he goes That’s it. And he is all against me. And he is inside. Attempting to kiss through a pain running wild from his body far into mine. I bite my own lip and stare above. Ceiling swirls there. Cracks. Worlds beyond the pain not improving. Now. Or now. Or yet. I wish I hadn’t. I’d never done this. I wish he didn’t know. Oh God. Hey, look at me, he says. I don’t. I’m being gentle as I can, do you want me to stop? No. He tries to kiss again but I won’t. Come on, don’t make it like I’m here on my own. Humiliation immaculata though sprouts its own tongue. Just get yourself off, isn’t that what you want? Don’t be like that, he says Do you want me to stop? Just stop fucking talking and come and be done. The look in his