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That was the word.
I came. Right then. So hard that stars danced beneath my eyelids and a scream tore itself from my throat. My insides collapsed in orgasm around him, throbbing and spasming as I got the relief I needed. My feet dug into his ass, trying to get him even further inside when I heard him roar his own release, a loud, sexy sound that devastated me as he gave himself over to complete abandon.
He was also kissing me and I tasted the salty sweat of his upper lip when he spent himself in me like I was an investment, and not the vulgar kind.
In a pleasure-dazed state, we kept touching each other long after the orgasm faded. Our legs tangled, our sweat-damp skin clinging with each touch. He traced his fingertips down my ears, over my cheeks, down my neck. And I kissed him. Softly. Along his jawline, down his neck, his chest, stroking his body.
"What are you thinking?" he asked, with a dreamy expression.
I was feeling a little dreamy myself. "I was thinking that Christmas just came early for me…and that this was the best first date I ever had."
He pulled me closer with a little laugh. "This isn't our first date; I don't have sex on the first date. Our first date was the Sweet Shack."
"That wasn't a date."
"You said this wasn't a date either," he said, twining his fingers with mine. "But it totally is."
It totally was.
"Well, you've proved me wrong about a lot of things…"
Ben's dreamy expression sobered. "How are you so fearless, Becca?"
"What do you mean?" I reached up to unwind the pony tail holder from my hair, then rested my head upon his bare shoulder.
He sighed. "Everything you do. Leaving town for the big city. Stage acting. Your sexuality—what you did tonight…Fucking. Fearless."
I snorted. "I was terrified!"
"You didn't show it. Meanwhile, I was going over every little detail in my head, thinking about everything that could go wrong, making back-up plans for my back-up plans. I was kind of a nervous wreck."
"But you didn't show it either, Ben. Good thing, too. Because I could have never gone through with any of this without you. I let you worry for me. If I was fearless, it was because you let me be. If you'd wavered, I'd have freaked. But you were thoughtful, organized, punctual and prepared—all those boring things I used to count against you." My insides melted a little more when I realized it. "Turns out, it's easier to take a leap from something rock-solid. And you were rock-solid for me, tonight."
He grinned. "I've got something else that's rock-solid for you."
I groaned, my hand instinctively drifting down his body. "You wanna do it again?" I asked, both impressed and alarmed at his recovery rate.
"If it wouldn't be too much trouble."
"Oh, it'll be trouble," I promised. "But let's do it somewhere else."
"Brothel chic is losing it's fascination for you already?"
"No, I just want to make one of your fantasies come true…"
~~~
"Shhh!" I said as the wreath jangled on the door, and colorful blinking lights sent a rainbow of festive colors over the snowy porch. "If you keep fumbling with the lock, we're going to get caught."
"We're not breaking in," Ben said, chuckling. "I live here, remember?"
Even though I was giddy enough to giggle, I still warned, "But you're going to wake up your mom! And if your mom catches us, she's going to think I corrupted you."
"Which is totally untrue," he whispered, getting the door open so we could slip inside out of the cold.
"Wait, it's a little true…"
"Nope. I corrupted you, Slick. But if my mom did catch us, she'd probably ask you to stay for breakfast—I'm making pancakes. Tradition."
