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“Me too,” she says shyly, then gives a breathy chuckle. “Longer than a while, really. And I have an IUD.”

I kiss her again and her arms curve around me, her fingers making delicate patterns down my spine. The backs of my thighs tighten, as my cock probes her again. I dip my head to take one breast in my mouth, unable to stop myself. She cries out, more ready to use her voice now, and arches against me.

“Eloise,” I murmur at her throat. “I love you.”

Then I enter her—slowly, gently, cautiously. My eyes roll back in my head as she gasps. She is unbelievably wet, flowing around me everywhere, my cock slick in seconds. I have never felt such sensations before. It’s like we were made for each other. I fit inside her perfectly, filling her up, and her tender muscles stroke me as I set a gentle rhythm, pulsing inside her, aching with every thrust. I dip my head to tease her nipple again, biting it gently and reveling in the small squeak she makes, the rush of wetness, the tightening of those ever-delicate muscles. I can feel her, already there, hovering on the edge. I feel in this moment that I know her body as well as I know my own. That her pleasure is my pleasure. And that once we fuse as one, there’s no going back.

I pick up my pace, eager for that release, that connection, even as I want this moment to last forever.

“Oh,” Eloise gasps as I nudge that secret spot deep in her center. Then, “Oh!” again, and I can’t contain myself. I hitch one of her legs around my waist so I can angle myself deeper, one hand gripping the firm globe of her ass. “Fuck,” she cries, and I feel her start to unravel, and I’m unraveling too.

I’m no longer being careful or delicate with her. And she doesn’t need me to be.

“More,” she moans, and I grunt as I thrust myself inside her primally, urgently, my whole body taut like a bowstring, chasing the high I know is coming. The tension builds, and just when I think I can’t take it anymore, just when the sensations spiral inside me, tightening like a coil, growing more intense with every stroke, I hit just … right … there.

And we explode together.

I feel the orgasm take me like a tidal wave—an overwhelming force of ecstasy, a vessel of pure pleasure. For a moment it’s almost like I cease to exist. There is nothing except this feeling of frenzied bliss anchored by the deepest connection I’ve ever experienced.

Eloise is the only thing keeping me grounded. The only thing keeping me whole. I feel as if I could explode into a thousand molecules and float off into the night sky.

When the tremors that rock my body finally subside, I slump onto the bed, trying not to crush her but also unable to move. She strokes my back gently, almost mindlessly, her body quivering beneath me. We’re both breathing hard, our skin glistening with sweat. I kiss the curve of her neck, her breath hot on my shoulder.

“Wow,” she says, out loud this time.

“Wow,” I agree. I start to move off her, and she grabs me tight.

“Wait,” she whispers. “Please.”

I would give her anything she asked for. I’d lasso the moon if she wanted it.

“Okay,” she says after a moment. “I think probably … I need to pee.”

I chuckle. “Hold on.” I shift out of her and grab a tissue from the nightstand, handing it to her. She scurries into the bathroom and closes the door as I use another tissue to clean myself up. My head is spinning, and I slump back onto the bed, my head sinking into the pillow. I smile up at the ceiling, allowing the surrounding aura of bliss to shimmer and stretch. I feel like I’m floating on a cloud.

I hear the bedroom door open, but I keep my gaze on the ceiling. I don’t know how Eloise will react, now that the moment of passion is over. If she’ll feel shy or vulnerable.

The next moment, she’s curled up beside me, naked and warm. I wrap my arms around her and press my lips against her hair.

She tilts her gaze up at me, her eyes clear and wide. “Can we do that again?”

I let out a bellowing laugh that ripples through my body and then she’s laughing too.

“We can,” I say.

“Now?” She presses the length of herself against me.

I chuckle. “Just give me a couple minutes.”

She grins and then rests her head against my shoulder. I trace patterns on her back lazily. “I’ve never felt like that before,” she whispers into my skin.

“Me neither.”

I feel her breath catch. “But you have more experience than me.”

“Not like this.” I tilt her chin up so I can look into those glass-green eyes again. “I love you, Eloise. I am in love with you.”

I feel her blush beneath my fingertips.