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He bent his head and kissed me, hot and fast, then slow and long, like he was pouring out his feelings. His hand slid between my legs once again, his thumb caressing then slipping just inside me. I couldn’t believe the feelings he was stirring once again, making me rock against his fingers seeking more. He groaned into my mouth and rolled off of me to reach inside his drawer. He pulled out a condom and quickly sheathed himself, then kneeled between my legs, lining his hardness up with my slick entrance. The moonlight bathed his body in a soft glow as he held my eyes while spreading my legs further and slowly started to push into me. I wrapped my legs around his back encouraging him to keep going. He pulled out a bit, then pushed forward again, always monitoring my reaction.
He withdrew one more time then surged forward, burying himself all the way in me. I gasped, partly at the slight pinch of pain but more at the fullness that was all the way inside me. Holt fell forward onto me, burying his face in my neck.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” I could feel the tension in his back muscles as he held himself still. “Are you okay?”
I nodded and wiggled my hips.
He slowly started a rhythm of sliding in and out, and after some initial burning, the now familiar feeling started to return and I found myself meeting his thrusts with my own. He sat back on his heels and continued moving faster and stronger while his hand stroked my clit until I was bucking wildly beneath him.
I felt myself splinter apart again, only this time I heard Holt roar my name as he slammed into me one last time and collapsed on top of me as I held him close with my arms and my legs. He quickly rolled to his back and pulled me to rest on top of him. Our chests heaved against each other as we struggled to bring our breathing under control.
I’m not sure how long we stayed in that position before I finally felt strong enough to lift my head. His fingers that had been stroking my hair fell to my cheek.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“For what?” He tucked my hair that was falling forward behind my ear.
“For…” How did I tell him how special he’d made my first time without sounding like a dork? He was used to sophisticated women, and I definitely was not.
I felt his abdomen muscles clench as he did a half sit up, cradling my face in his hands. “It was special for me, too, sweetheart.” He kissed me; not the passionate kind that led to other things, but sweet and loving. He fell back against the bed and rolled to his side, cradling me against him, my back to his front.
I fell asleep in his arms, wishing it could be like this forever.
32
Maddy
“Are you kidding me? That’s forever. No fucking way will I accept that for an answer.”
Holt’s voice resonated with anger. I cringed as I stirred the soup on the stove. We never made it out of bed in the morning, finding better things to do like exploring each other’s bodies, but finally, hunger forced us to get up. Keeping things simple, I opted to make grilled cheese sandwiches and heat some soup. He had used the time to check his email, and apparently something didn’t go over well with him.
“Tell them that’s not acceptable, and I want an answer by tomorrow afternoon.” He ended the call and tossed his phone on the counter, coming up to slide his arms around my waist. He p
ropped his head on my shoulder.
“I think you spoil me, always taking care of me.” He gave me a squeeze and pressed a fast kiss in the space between my shoulder and neck. He set the table while I served the food.
In between bites, we decided to get out of the apartment for a little while. After cleaning up, we headed out and soon we were in downtown Richmond getting tickets for the Confederate White House. We skipped the paid tour, and I was glad because Holt was an excellent tour guide. As we moved throughout the old house, he shared pieces of Civil War trivia, many of which were amusing or personal to people of the time and not found in schoolbooks. I’d always loved history, and seeing it in person was amazing. I listened with awe as Holt made the people of the nineteenth century come alive.
Pretty soon, we had a group of seven or eight people following us as he masterfully drew them in like a professional storyteller. I could picture him in the courtroom using the same storytelling skill to recreate a scene for the jury, drawing them in and making them feel part of the scene. He was able to answer any question asked and never seemed bothered by the attention he attracted. When we finished the last room, everyone shook his hand and thanked him, surprised he wasn’t one of the tour guides who worked there.
“I’m sorry,” he said after the last person left. “I didn’t mean for our date to become so public.”
“It’s fine.” I waved him off. “I’ve never heard history shared so well. How did you know all that?”
“I minored in history in school and growing up around here, I was always fascinated by it and just read and absorbed a lot, I guess. Some people can take history and make it so boring with just facts. But when you peel back the layers and learn about the people and their lives it’s easier to see it differently, I guess. Makes is more personal and interesting, at least I think so.” He shrugged his shoulders sheepishly.
I grabbed his hand and held his arm as we walked back to his truck. “You were amazing. Thank you for bringing me here. I haven’t gone anywhere interesting since, well, since I moved here.”
He bent his head and kissed me sweetly. “There’s a lot to do around here. Think of some other things you’d like to do and we’ll go, and next time, I promise I’ll be all yours.”
We got back to his apartment and decided to enjoy a quiet evening with takeout and a movie. Somewhere around halfway through I must have fallen asleep curled up against Holt on the couch. I woke up when I felt scooped up into strong arms and carried into his room and gently laid down on his bed. I felt him unsnap my jeans and shimmy them off. I blinked my eyes sleepily and lifted my hips to make it easier.
He went to his dresser and got a shirt from his drawer. “Come here, sleepyhead.” Smiling affectionately, he pulled me to a sitting position and pulled my sweater over my head and unhooked my bra and slid it from me. Instantly, my nipples hardened, and I inhaled sharply.
His eyes narrowed knowingly, and I’d have to be blind not to notice how his pants had tented in the front. He cleared his throat. “Not tonight. You must be sore, and you’re obviously tired.”
I shook my head and rose to my knees. “Not that much. You asked me to make a list of things I’d like to do. I think having sex with you occupies every other number on my list, so I hope you meant it when you said you’d be all mine, ‘cause I plan to collect, Mr. Andrews. I’d hate to sue you for breach of contract.”
