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There is nothing slow after that.

Pressing my lips to his I slide my tongue along the seam until his tongue peeks out to find mine. He leans into me, guiding me up and down his length.

The anticipation was too much. There’s no going slow now. There’s no lead up. I’m riding him as hard and as fast as I can. He’s guiding my hips and meeting every thrust.

Repositioning himself, he hits a spot I didn’t know was there and I cry out for more.

A noise behind me grabs my attention, but he’s quick to grab my chin and turn my face toward his.

“It was nothing. Keep going.” He breathes out wrapping his large hands through my hair and around my back.

His touch invigorates me. It encourages me to move my hips faster against him.

Keeping me in place with him inside me, he lifts me up and places my back onto his mattress. Showing off his strength in the way he effortlessly picks me up as if I weigh nothing. It makes me feel weightless as the butterflies flutter in my gut at high speed.

His hand moves over my breast while the other arches my back to prop me up. He buries his face into my neck, groaning as I moan his name.

“Nick.” I moan over and over.

This move is familiar. I don’t know how I let myself forget him. The way he lifts me up with such ease while keeping himself hovered over me.

It’s familiar and like nothing, I could ever compare it to.

I wrap my arms around him not wanting to let go of this moment.

Every moment brings flashbacks I had pushed to the back of my mind.

I feel him pulsing in me pushing me over the edge until stars fill my eyes and Nick growls against my skin with a bite on my shoulder.

We collapse down onto his bed. Both of us are out of breath. Staring up at his ceiling as we lay shoulder to shoulder with our legs entwined.

At some point, he deposited his condom, but I was too blinded by my post-orgasm bliss to notice.

I should leave. This is my cue to gather my things and start my walk of shame. Since the party is still going on it won’t be so bad. I could go unnoticed.

“I hate parties.” Nick groans when someone shouting outside sounds through his open window.

He reaches up behind us and shuts it. His damp chest brushes against my face. I have a small urge to put my mouth on it.

Small. Just a tad bit of an urge to kiss him again.

I can’t believe I licked his abs earlier.

It was a gut reaction when he lifted his shirt up. They were so delicious looking. He must’ve been working out all summer because I definitely would have remembered those. However, it was dark last time.

This time his light is still on and I can see every dip and curve of his perfection.

“Then why have them?” I ask, trying to sit up and get away from his juicy delicious-looking torso.

“Stay a minute.” He pulls me back down.

Holy crap.

Nick Miller is asking me to stay in his bed. Am I dreaming?

I discreetly give my arm a pinch, but no I’m still here, lying next to him as he runs the back of his finger along my side.

He’s looking down at me and I’m suddenly feeling very self-conscious about my body. No muscles. Not at all toned. I’m skinny and lanky with a little flab all in my ass from too many sugary lattes and bagels over the summer.

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