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She sighed. “For you, you shameless, irresistible hussy.”

“Can I fuck you now? Let’s take the day off and do it right.”

“Let’s not get into any bad habits. You’d try to take every day off to stay in bed if I let you. Tonight. We’ll call it quits early. Don’t get all weird about it. I can tell by the gleeful look on your face you’re going to overreact to this. We are not throwing a party for you taking my V-card. Don’t overhype it.”

“Can I wear my Birthday Bitch sash?”

“Stop it right now.”

“Can we at least wear party hats?”

“Don’t make me change my mind.”

I was full of nervous energy for the rest of the day. That and piercing lust, and an all-consuming, undiluted craving.

She was putting the puppy to bed in his kennel for the night, and when she took longer than I thought she should I went looking for her.

She was coming down the hallway. She was wearing the French maid teddy. “That’s overkill,” I told her, but my tone said something else.

She arched a brow. “You picked it out, but if you don’t like it you can take it off yourself.”

As soon as she was in arm’s reach, I snatched her off her feet and kissed her. I cupped her butt, lifting her to me. I deepened the kiss, rubbing my dick into her warmth.

She moaned softly into my mouth, and it was too much.

Anticipation raced through me. Exhilaration.

I had her on her back on the bed without even meaning to, when the last thing I wanted to do was rush this. But I didn’t stop, didn’t know if I could.

I covered her, bringing our bodies flush, punch drunk with the idea that there were no breaks tonight, nothing to hold me back. I kept kissing her and it was wonderful, and the way she responded under me, the way her arms wrapped around me, her body humming with a tension that answered my own, let me know she felt wonder as well.

Eventually I stood up beside the bed so I could just look at her. I was shaking a bit, the tips of my fingers trembling. Nerves. I was having nerves about sex, jittery like it was my first time instead of hers. It wasn’t normal.

I usually took my time. Because why not?

Apparently that sexual leisure was something I’d taken for granted, and I found that out at the worst possible time.

I wanted to fuck us both raw this second, and I wasn’t sure how to resist the urge.

I stripped her teddy off, making a note to savor it more another time. Right now I needed us both bare.

I sat at her hip and touched her, palming her cunt. She was already wet, thank God, but so small, it was daunting.

My fingers had her memorized at this point, but now having them inside of her, experiencing her softness and warmth around them, and fixating on what else would get to memorize the feel and compression of her tight walls now had me forgetting myself.

I was so hard it bordered on pain. I pushed three fingers in with the intention of stretching her.

My eyes shut in agonized pleasure as I reached her barrier. I’d been very careful with this in the past, it had fascinated me as only a true novelty could, but I’d behaved myself.

Now I tested it, pushing until she was squirming under my hands.

There were so many things I wanted to do in the proper order, tonight in particular. I wanted to make her come a dozen times first, but I was witless with a powerful lust beyond anything I could remember.

I wanted to come inside of her this instant. Deep and deeper, to the very end of her, until I was touching her womb. Needed it.

For the first time I could ever remember, I lost it.

My control. My mind.