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With every slow movement in it feels more and more impossible that he could even possibly go any further, but he pushes and pushes, slowly filling me in a way that I never could have imagined before now. I could never have written this – I wouldn’t even have believed it felt this way – and he fills me up more and more until I am so completely full that I feel as though he is filling every gap, sealed tight to me, so much so I can barely breathe or think or move.

“There,” he breathes, his head just above mine, his eyes still connected deeply to mine. I know he’s all the way in, and I can hardly summon any words to reply. I look deep into his eyes and hope that he can read me, knows that I’m feeling something I don’t know how to say, knows that I want more.

The tightness remains as he slowly pulls out and then pushes back in again, a little pinch catching my breath as he pushes so deep inside. It’s so intense I don’t know what to do, how I should move – I can’t even think about the fact that maybe I should move – it’s all too much.

Slowly, as Aaron carefully thrusts with a measured rhythm and tempo, the pain goes away, the tightness becomes more comfortable. He fills me in a way that feels so right, so amazing – like this is the way it is always meant to be. Like we should never be apart again but always joined just like this, Aaron as deep inside me as he can go, fulfilling a biological imperative, sending us both into ecstasy.

I slowly come to gain control of myself enough to open my eyes and look at him, to see his face as he thrusts into me, the pleasure written over his features. When he sucks in a breath or gasps or can’t hold back a moan I feel it radiate down into my center, turning me on even more than I thought was possible, making everything more intense. I did that – me. I made him feel that.

The thought begins to push me back towards that ball of light, that pleasure spiraling through every cell of my body, that big wave that wants nothing more than to spill over. And finally there is one more thought that does the job and pushes me over the edge – we are having sex – he is taking my virginity – and it’s Aaron who is the one doing it.

I let go, letting go of everything, letting my body lose control. I feel it more intense than the last time, my whole body jerking and twitching as it washes over me again and again, making everything from the top of my head to the tip of my toes tingle.

I realize belatedly I’ve called out his name – shouted it – and I hear him say mine as he half-collapses over me, his lower body twitching out of the careful rhythm he constructed, out of control. I know beyond a doubt that we have both come to the ultimate enjoyment from this, that both of us are satisfied, slicked with sweat and buzzing with the last remnants of the pleasure still running through our veins.

Aaron slowly pulls out and away from me, my body almost rebelling in protest as he leaves me empty to flop down on the bed next to me. For a moment I’m so tired all I can do is stare at him, wordlessly, sated and blissful.

And when his hand lands lazily on my breast, stroking my nipple in a casual gesture, I know that for all the exhaustion I’m not done – I will never be done – I want him again.

Chapter Eighteen

Aaron

I lay beside Olivia, watching her regain her breath, her composure. She is so beautiful. I don’t know what I did in a former life to deserve this goddess landing in my life in such a random way, but it must have been something pretty good.

And the best part of it all is, I still have another five days to enjoy her all to myself before we have to return to the real world.

“Hungry?” I ask, grinning at her exhausted expression. Even though we just ate before getting into bed, it doesn’t matter. We’ve spent a lot of energy, and my body – used to protein shakes and long gym sessions – already wants another top up.

Olivia blinks slowly, then a smile spreads across her face. “I could eat,” she says.

That’s what I was counting on. “I ordered some pastries for breakfast,” I tell her. “But we could tackle them now.”

“That sounds perfect,” Olivia says.

I leave the room to gather them, not bothering to put on any clothes. I’m not exactly ashamed to walk around naked in front of her – even soft, I know I have a larger than average endowment – and there’s no one else here. Privacy is just the best thing. I wonder if I can convince her that we don’t need clothes at all for the rest of the week. I know I wouldn’t mind the view.

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