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tugged the boxers over it, revealing beautiful hard flesh. Even with so little light around us, I could see how flushed it was, the veins protruding heavily along a thick, long shaft that trembled under my fingers.
    I licked my lips, already thinking about returning the favor along with the pleasure he had given me, but a single look at his face changed my mind. I realized in that moment that he wouldn’t ask for anything, but he wanted me. Not just my mouth, but all of me.
    I’d lie if I said I didn’t want him just as much.
    It took a bit of maneuvering to get my dress out of the way, but he quickly caught on to what I was up to and he helped, leaning back a little, holding his cock up, then guiding me when I lifted my hips and lowered myself onto him.
    He’d made me so wet that my body welcomed him in one, slow downward movement. His eyes remained locked with mine the entire time, but halfway down he started blinking, his nostrils flared, and his mouth fell open on a sigh. When he was fully inside me, a shudder ran through me, immediately echoed through him. For a few seconds, I was still, and so was he.
    I had a handful of lovers before him. Some of them were very nicely endowed. It’s even possible there might have been a measuring tape and games with it in my past. I knew, just from taking him inside of me, that none of them had been as gifted as he was. Still, that wasn’t why this felt so new, so raw, so good.
    Too late, I realized I hadn’t even thought about a condom. I hadn’t thought about anything more than my need for him. I’d never done this before. I’d never lost my mind to lust. I’d never slept with anyone without protection, never felt smooth, slippery skin against my folds. It felt odd. New. Naughty and delicious.
    More than that, it felt right.
    I started moving, shifting my hips, lifting myself up and pushing down again in small thrusts, and right away he helped me. His hands were tight on my waist, anchoring me, guiding me again, sometimes caressing me over fabric I wished hadn’t been in his way.
    We found a slow rhythm together, and it didn’t matter anymore that we were on this balcony, that the city was around us, that a party was just behind the window and its drapes. The only thing that existed for me was him, his body, and how well it fit mine.
    Maybe I should have been worried at how my brain seemed to have short-circuited. But as I kept looking into his eyes, all I felt was this sense of rightness. This was what was supposed to happen. This was why I’d come here.
    The thought made me falter and lose my pace. At once, he reached up to caress my cheek.
    “What’s wrong?” he murmured.
    I covered his hand with mine. “Is that why your sister brought me here? So that we’d—”
    He drew me down and kissed me gently until the question had all but disappeared from my mind.
    “Did she tell you to sleep with me?” he asked then.
    “No, of course not.”
    He nodded. “All right. Do you want this? For yourself?”
    I didn’t hesitate for a second. “I do, yes.”
    He kissed me again, no more than a brush of his lips against mine, then clutched my waist with both hands and rolled our bodies over, laying me down on the cold tiles as gently as he possibly could. He was still inside me, as he lay prone above me. He captured my gaze again and slowly started moving, making love to me with such intensity it felt like he was trying to engrave each second in his memory—and mine.
    Suffice to say he was doing a very good job of it.
    Little by little, he increased his pace, and his cock caressed, stroked and reawakened every part of me. At first I let my hands play over his chest and shoulders, and tried to accompany his movements, but soon he was moving too fast, too hard, and all I could do was cling to him, my short nails digging into his shoulders.
    “Next time…” My words came out as moans, each one pushed by another thrust from his hips. “Can we… do this… in a