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reassured me, placing little kisses on my neck.
    I slammed my lips against hers, removing her shirt and flinging it.
    To my utter surprise, she undid my pants and stripped me out of my clothes.
    The second I undressed her, I leaned back a bit to check out her luscious body. My fingers traced her side and to her curvy hips, making their way to the insides of her thighs and back up again.
    This woman is so damn sexy and is going to become mine.
    I was throbbing, aching for her more and more to the point of hardly being able to stand it.
    As I opened the foil packet, she questioned if something was wrong.
    I shook my head and kissed her when I eased into her.
    “Please tell me if it hurts,” I whispered as I began to thrust.
    Once she was able to relax and enjoy herself, her vaginal walls expanded, which allowed me to drive further into her.
    Grabbing a hold of one of her legs, I held it in place so my erection pushed into her deeper.
    Her body began to twitch, so I slowed myself.
    “Not yet, baby. We are going to make your first time one you will never forget,” I whispered into her ear, my lips trailing her jawline and then kissing her neck, keeping my movement at a slow and steady pace.
    Her heart thumped against her chest. She was begging for more.
    Should I give her what she wants or let her orgasm linger?
    My rhetorical question was answered the second I heard a small moan escape from her lips.
    The faint sound sent me over the top, causing me to pick up speed once again.
    As I shoved my erection in and out of her precious body, my left hand began to wander, stopping once it fell upon one of her breasts. I squeezed it as my fingertips traced her nipple and pinched it.
    I used my mouth to harden her nipple the rest of the way.
    Her hands kept my head in place as her body moved along with my thrusting.
    When she moaned again and grasped on my hair, the build-up inside me begged to be released.
    I leaned my head back as I slammed into her with every push.
    Her body began to twitch again. She was closer to coming than I had been.
    Instead of slowing my pace, I crashed into her harder.
    The O-expression on her face told me I had hit her G-Spot and within seconds, she arched her back and exploded around me.
    It was enough for me to pour myself into her.
    * * * *
    We lay on the bed together. She gazed at me while twirling her delectable fingers through my chest hairs.
    Reeling her body closer to mine, I kissed her hair.
    “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
    She shook her head. “Absolutely not. That was amazing, Ryan. It definitely makes the list of the best things that have ever happened to me.”
    “You have a list?”
    Teasingly rolling her eyes at me, she nodded. “Duh , yeah! Of course I made a best—and worst—list; a part of the rules.”
    She perceived the crease in my forehead.
    “Don’t look at me in that tone of voice. I believe that everyone has to live by their own set of rules.”
    I couldn’t help but become intrigued once she had said this. “What are your rules, Via?”
    “Rule number one is to never let anybody define who I am. I do that enough myself. I do not need somebody else pointing out my faults. Let’s see… Rule two is always having a best and worst list, to reflect and learn.” A smile formed at the corners of her mouth.
    “The last one I am going to tell you is number three: never let a man stand in the way of you and what you truly want out of life.”
    “Do you think I am in the way of what you are trying to achieve out of life?” My stomach filled with guilt.
    Have I put her under this much pressure? Is this the reason why she is insisting on returning home?
    Millions of questions swirled through my head before she answered.
    My palms began to sweat as I stared into her eyes.
    “Believe me, you are not in the way, but I can tell you are going to be an enormous distraction.” She giggled. “You detained me from my flight back home with my friends.”
    Noticing the seriousness of