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springs loose and it's perfect. Every inch is smooth, firm perfection. I lean forward to kiss his stomach, his penis twitches and grazes soft against my cheek.
    “Will you—” my insecurities rear their ugly head and I stop myself. I look up from his stomach, his cock next to my face.
    “I'll do anything you want,” he breathes down to me.
    I can only imagine how I look. Hungry and horny, salacious and desperate. I don't care, for once I don't fucking care. I played it safe with all my previous relationships. I was reserved and cool-headed, I never put out until the third date, never had sex until we were exclusive. And look where that got me, a psychotic boyfriend who nearly tortured me the last two years. No, this is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I'm taking it.
    “Undress me,” I pant up to James, and the look he gives isn't one of judgment—it's lust. He wants me just as badly. He wants me, too.
    His hands are on me the moment I utter my request. His weight folds me back onto the bed and his hands work their way up my shirt, over my breasts. He sighs happily when he touches me, as though it had taken all his will-power to stop himself before. He had waited until I'd given him permission, until it was safe, for my sake. He tugs the material of my shirt and I arch my back so that he can lift it more easily. I lean up and he slips it past my head.
    I'm not wearing anything erotic, just my aqua-colored cotton jersey bra. Nothing special, I was only planning on hiking. But James looks at me as if I were adorned in the finest and most expensive of lingerie. I've never felt more desirable, more wanted, more attractive.
    He tosses my shirt aside and regards me with apparent approval. I loop my arms around James' neck and sweep him on top of me. I press my lips to his, and his mouth opens to let my tongue explore.
    His penis presses hot against me. I want him inside me. His hand ventures under my bra and my nipple hardens under his fingertips. I try to retreat with my kisses, to trail down his throat, to escape from this intensity, but his lips become more fervent. His stubble rubs raw against my face. His tongue surges into mine and I'm his captive.
    My breathing becomes ragged, my heart rages inside my ribcage. One of his hands trails to my shorts, and he disappears from on top of me. I blink, my mouth bereft of his. He has gotten up to undo the remainder of my clothes, he unzips my shorts and tugs them, along with my panties, down my legs, fast. I gasp as I'm exposed to him. All of me open to someone I have just barely met. I shiver and fight the urge to cover myself.
    Show no weakness.
    I risk a peek at his face and realize he is staring at me, captivated. He wants me , I have to reassure myself. And since I've gotten this far, there is no going back now…
    I pull my bra off, and when I fall back against the mattress I can see the longing play across James' face. The look warms me, it emboldens me, it arouses me further.
    I sit up after him, I want this, I'm taking it. I grab a hold of him, to steer him back onto the bed, shoving him down onto the mattress. My assertiveness takes us both by surprise. He gazes up at me from the down comforter, grinning, and I straddle him.
    He's naked—I'm naked—nothing is stopping us.
    “Condom?” I whisper, suddenly horrified . Shit, what if he doesn't have one? Would I still do this?
    By my summons, James leans with me still atop him, one hip rolling deliciously up into me, reaching into his nightstand. His hand comes back up with a foil packet and I breathe “Thank God.”
    His eyes glint deviously, he does want this as badly as I do. He tears the packet open with his perfect teeth and pulls out the contents.
    He goes to slide the condom on, but I disrupt him with a heated kiss. I press against him as I take the rubber from his hands, my lips distracting him. I want to do this, I want to put it on his magnificent cock, any excuse to touch him.
    I retreat, sitting