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Above it,the title:

The Moment Our Adventure Began

“Is this…” A lump rose in my throat. “Is it the—”

“It’s the stars above your store on the day and time we met,” he said. “I thought it was better than a bunch of flowers or a bottle wine.”

“It’s uhhm…” I swallowed the emotion that was tangled in my throat. My lips parted, but no words came out. I swallowed again.

“You don’t like it?” he asked.

I’d never received anything so thoughtful in my life. At a point in time where most men would have given me nothing and a select few would have given me a dozen roses in hope of receiving a blowjob in return, Tito gave me a picture of the stars we were standing beneath on the day we met.

The day he asked me on our first date.

I met his wondrous gaze with eyes that were quickly welling with tears. “I love it,” I muttered.

“I thought the Adventure thing was a nice touch,” he said with a smile. “Hopefully, we’ll be able to look back on that day as the beginning of a meaningful adventure.”

I had every intention of saying something. As fate would have it, I couldn’t manage to speak. Overcome with feelings for the man who stood before me, I leaned the frame against the love seat and drew a silent breath.

On shaking legs, I faced him and opened my arms.

We embraced. For a long moment I held him in my arms, cherishing the feeling of having his body pressed against mine. Eventually, he leaned away and looked me in the eyes. I wanted him to kiss me, but still feared asking him to do so would allow the emotions that had built within me to come spilling out.

As if he read my mind, he granted my wish.

The kiss was every bit as earth-shattering as our first. It wasn’t surprising, each time he kissed me it had the same effect: my heart raced, the temperature in the room rose ten degrees, and my panties became soaked.

I kissed him in return, hoping to express my gratitude without speaking. In no time, we were both hopping around on one leg attempting to rid ourselves of our last article of undergarments.

We collided, chest to chest. We kissed. Embraced in the kiss, we stumbled across the living room floor, coming to rest with my back against the wall. Our mouths parted.

His eyes met mine.

Holding my gaze, he cupped my butt in his hands. He lifted me from my feet. I wrapped my thighs around his waist, inviting him to take me right then and there. He propped me against the wall and accepted my invitation without pause.

His entire swollen length penetrated me in one stroke. The breath shot from my lungs. Feeling him inside me provided all the proof I needed that he was the last man I’d ever need to meet.

Apart, we were nothing more than two souls searching blindly for what we didn’t know. Together, we defined perfection.

He withdrew his hips. My eyes shifted to the front door. In my haste to open the gift, I’d failed to close it.

“I left…the front door…open,” I stammered, muttering the statement to coincide with his well-times strokes.

“I don’t care…if you…don’t,” he replied.

I dug the tips of my fingers into the flesh of his butt, encouraging him to continue. He repositioned his feet and pressed his chest tight to mine, pinning me to the wall. I bit against my lower lip and prepared for what was to come.

Without regard for our secrecy we fucked like animals in heat, filling the small room with the carnal sounds of our pleasure.

Through the course of our lovemaking, a long list of nevers was crossed off my list.

I’d never had sex at ten am on a Thursday morning, nor had I had the pleasure of being fucked while pinned against the living room wall. Any wall, for that matter. Furthermore, I’d never had my heart swell with affection during sex like it did.

Moments later, it was over. Pleased beyond words, we were laying side by side on the floor. Drunk on orgasmic pleasure, I looked into his eyes. “Where did you come from?”