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He groaned beneath her, and she felt a heat spread with his pulsing inside. The fullness from before increased as he tensed, spilling inside like an avalanche.
She thrashed and moaned, lost in their combined climax to end all climaxes. She felt her bones go liquid, her soul shivering in contentment as she sank onto him. He stayed inside, letting her body milk him.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, letting them limply hang over the back of the couch. His hands wrapped around her in a hug as their breathing slowed. He caressed her ass slowly.
"Well, that was something else," he said breathlessly.
She hummed. "I'll say. If I'd known it could be like that, I wouldn't have waited so long."
He hugged her closer, his body relaxed under hers. "What do you mean?"
She shrugged and sighed. "I've only done it once before, and it was nothing like this."
"Shit," he hissed, his arms squeezing her tighter. "If I'd known, I would've been gentler. Are you alright? Did I hurt you?"
She barely shook her head, too content to move. "I was worried you would, since I've never been stretched like that. But I'm good. More than good. I feel amazing."
His hands froze on her back. "Never? What exactly happened your one time before?"
She hummed again. "Hm, I'd rather not talk about it. But I have dildos too, and they don't stretch me like you did either. No matter what else happens, I'm damn glad we did this."
He chuckled, "Me too."
Then she felt him slip out. She leaned back, suddenly aware that she was naked. She blushed, realizing that this was her first time naked with a man. She avoided his gaze and stood, gathering her pajamas.
"I'm going to go clean up."
He nodded and gathered his own. "Good idea, but you better run or we'll have a repeat performance. I'm not sure I have any other condoms, so we'll have to be creative."
He wiggled his eyebrows, and she giggled, then ran up the stairs naked to her room. When she came back downstairs, he was asleep on the couch, his black basketball shorts higher on one leg and showing his blue boxer briefs.
She covered him with the throw blanket and went upstairs to her room. It was now almost ten. She was tired, sated, and sore. But she left the bedroom door open anyway, hopeful that he'd come upstairs and crawl into bed with her for a second round.
THE NEXT MORNING, SHE slept in. She hadn't slept that good in a long time. She stretched and hopped out of bed to find Mason.
He wasn't there. Instead was a note on the kitchen table.
Lucy,
Merry Christmas. I'd like to see you sometime, but my work schedule is crazy. Can I call you?
Mason
She frowned and looked around. He was gone? Her phone rang upstairs, so she went and grabbed it. Her heart was racing, hoping it was him.
She sighed as she read Taylor's name.
"Hey, chica," she said.
"So how's the salon? Are you going to take the job?" Taylor demanded.
Lucy laughed and went back downstairs to clean up the snacks from last night. "I don't have to be there for another two hours. I'm just cleaning up the house now."
"What's to clean? Did you have a party and not invite me?" Taylor teased.
Lucy found some Ziploc bags to put the cheese in and tossed the popcorn in the trash. "Not exactly. It was just Mason and I."
"Mason? The best man from the wedding?"
