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Her body stretched to accommodate him, filling her with a familiar pleasure, intensified by the knowledge there was no barrier.
Once he was fully seated, she paused and looked at him, afraid this moment wouldn't be as profound to him as it was to her and equally afraid it would be.
He stared back, his grey eyes dark with unnamed emotion, his expression intent, none of his usual humor evident.
"This is pretty profound for friends with benefits," he said, his voice harsh and low as she began to move her hips.
"Don't." She didn't want to talk about anything real.
What they were doing was real enough.
"I can't get upgraded to lover now?" he asked, his tone giving nothing away of how he felt about that either way.
In just the time she'd known him, she'd seen changes in the prince. When they'd first met, he'd been Tor, prone to joking and smiles. Charming and relaxed.
Or so she'd thought.
Blythe had come to realize that other Tor was a façade for the intense man he really was.
Acknowledging to herself she might know him even better than his own family gave Blythe a thrill she'd never admit to out loud.
"If you were my lover, I'd have to tell Janice about us." And Blythe would have to admit her infertility to Tor.
While she felt no guilt about not sharing that truth with a friend, a lover, who could potentially become something more? Would be different.
Something shifted in Tor's eyes, but he said nothing.
He reached down between them to touch her clitoris, driving all thought from her mind.
Blythe set a pace with her hips to give them both maximum pleasure and allowed herself to be immersed in sensation.
They talked, as they always did during sex. But only about what was happening between them, what they liked, what they planned to do with and for the other.
She felt her climax building and warned him.
He touched her exactly as she needed and pleasure detonated from her core, exploding outward until her entire body jerked in convulsions of orgasm.
Tor grabbed her hips, thrusting his own upward and came inside her with a shout.
She felt the heat, the extra stickiness between them and collapsed down as aftershocks pulsed through her body.
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as they never got to do post orgasm.
No condom to take care of meant they got to relax and revel in the nearness.
It also meant they could do it again as soon as they were ready.
Which was embarrassingly quick, really.
The lack of protection between them seemed to increase both their libidos to the extent they got very little sleep and had Tor sneaking back to his room after their final shower together just before dawn.
Tor and Blythe were back to their façade of casual friendship the next day.
He didn't chafe at the restrictions because he was still coming to terms with having sex with Blythe without condoms. With the fact he had done so not in a fit of passion, but having chosen to with full forethought and knowledge of the potential consequences.
As a prince who took his responsibilities very seriously, especially the one not to get a woman pregnant outside of marriage, Tor had been certain he would never do that with any woman but the one he married.
Now he had had sex, not once, but many times in a single night, without using condoms. Out of this world sex. Profound sex.
