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Birth control pills protected her against pregnancy, but she was glad for the condom. He had a past—a long past. Compared to him, she barely had any experience.

Wire crawled up her body and settled between her legs. She reached down and rubbed the length of him, then stroked her thumb against the tip.

"Tell me if you need more time," he whispered.

"I need..." She moved her hand off him and gripped his hips. "You."

He growled, thrusting his hips forward. Her back arched at the pressure of his cock at her entrance. Then, he slid inside her.

She moaned, holding on to him. Her pleasure skyrocketed.

He pumped back and forth until his strokes got longer. Every time he pulled back, she feared him leaving her. Then, he'd plunge back inside of her.

He set the rhythm, adding contact to her clit every time he came down on her. She hooked her ankles behind his thighs.

"Jesus." He captured her mouth.

Moving against him, she held on. He had her unable to think or breathe.

Her arousal grew higher each time his balls slapped her ass. The van rocked underneath them. The smell of them—their smell, filled the small area. She echoed every breath he took.

He pushed into her, filling every inch of her. She stared into his eyes, wishing there was more light to see the emotions play out over his face.

He pulled out and thrust in again.

She unraveled, coiled, gasped, strained. Each second threatened to lose herself.

Every muscle in her body convulsed. She cried out, bucking underneath him.

He slowed, moaning with each spasm of her pussy. When she caught her breath, he grabbed her hips and pumped in and out of her, stiffening with a groan.

They held on to each other. The heaviness of their breathing filled the quietness of the van.

He went down to his elbows, still inside of her. "Okay?"

"Yes."

And she wasn't lying. She felt spectacular. Over the last year, she hadn't had much enthusiasm to find a lover or to love herself. She deserved tonight.

Call it a late birthday present because her actual birthday sucked.

He kissed her again and pulled out of her, getting off the couch. She rolled to a sitting position.

"There's a garbage under the sink." She grabbed her cropped shirt and slipped it over her head. "If you want to use the sink, flip the switch on the right to start the pump. There are hand towels in the second drawer."

He followed her instructions without any problems. She slipped on her shorts, leaving off her panties. When he left, she'd take a short shower. Thankfully, Dania let her run a hose from the back of the coffee shop to her van, and she had hot water.

She sat on the edge of the couch bed, waiting for him to leave. But he removed his boots and his jeans and pushed her back down. Beside her, he pulled the comforter over them before she realized he meant to stay.

"What are you doing?" she whispered.

"Is that your question?'

Remembering the game of pool and what she'd gambled, she kept her mouth shut. She wasn't going to waste her one question on something frivolous.

Wire scooted down and put his head on her stomach. For a full minute, she held her breath, afraid of breathing. She wouldn't want her stomach to bulge out even more when she inhaled. But he only snuggled closer.

Finally, she took a breath. And another breath.

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